Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

The fierce battle within the Star Sea Secret Realm has subsided.

The Azure Dragon Goddess, who not long ago exuded the aura of a domineering instructor and whose stern gaze could freeze even a Great Luo Golden Immortal, now nestled obediently in Lin Xuan's broad, warm chest like a completely tamed pet.

Her long, flowing blue hair, like a waterfall, cascaded down like silk, creating a striking contrast with Lin Xuan's bronze, resilient skin.

Her strikingly beautiful face, so full of heroic spirit, was now flushed with emotion. Her once sharp, sword-like blue-gold vertical pupils were now watery and veiled in a hazy mist, completely devoid of the majesty of an ancient war god.

She felt weak and sore all over, too lazy to even move a finger.

Her mind was a complete mess, filled with the utterly brutal conquest that had just occurred, a conquest that had overturned her understanding of billions of years.

"What? You're not convinced you lost?" Lin Xuan's deep, slightly hoarse laughter rang out above her head.

His large hand, which was wrapped around her slender waist, patted her smooth, jade-like back with extreme boldness. The firm, tight touch made him feel extremely comfortable.

Meng Zhang trembled from the slap, burying his face deeper into the man's chest like a startled fawn, his voice barely audible.

"You...you brute...you're unreasonable..."

This scolding was soft and weak, lacking any strength; it sounded more like a couple playfully teasing each other.

Lin Xuan burst into laughter, the vibrations of his chest making her ears feel numb.

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to raise her head. Looking into her evasive, watery, bluish-gold eyes, he declared domineeringly, "From today onwards, you are my woman. From now on, you're not allowed to wear that sour face anymore. Just stay quietly in the backyard and be as beautiful as a flower."

"As for the rough work of leading troops into battle, I have plenty of men to do that. If you're really itching for a fight, go to the martial arts academy and be an honorary instructor for those kids, and teach them how to get beaten up."

These crude, unreasonable, yet incredibly reassuring and possessive words of love completely shattered the last shred of defense in Meng Zhang's heart.

She stopped speaking, but stretched out her fair arms and wrapped them tightly around Lin Xuan's neck, as if she wanted to meld her whole being into his body.

Lin Xuan felt the complete submission of the "little female dragon" in his arms, nodded in satisfaction, picked her up from the starlight cloud bed, changed her into a figure-hugging cyan cheongsam designed by the Weaver Girl that perfectly accentuated her figure, then tore through space and strode back to the Pangu Palace.

As soon as they returned to the main courtyard of the Pangu Temple.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, those two who love to watch the drama unfold, rushed out immediately.

"Hahaha! Thirteenth brother, I knew you could do it! You took care of this Eastern dragon mother so quickly!" Zhu Rong laughed loudly, his voice booming.

"Brother! Stop standing there! Let's go, the usual way, let's go propose marriage!" Gonggong roared at Dijiang, who had just come out of the side hall.

Dijiang looked at the Azure Dragon Goddess in Lin Xuan's arms, her face flushed with embarrassment and completely subdued, and nodded in satisfaction, waving his hand.

"Let's go! We have to put on a grand show for our new sister-in-law today! Let that old mudfish from the East Sea see the sincerity of our Pangu Temple!"

Twelve figures, once again like bandits entering a village, savagely carried out a total of thirty-eight heavy, purple-gold chests from the treasure vault, chests that seemed to crush the void itself.

Dijiang casually grasped a trace of Meng Zhang's original aura, closed his eyes to sense it for a moment, and then grinned.

"Found it! The Dragon Palace of the East Sea!"

He simply tore open a huge, pitch-black spatial rift with his bare hands.

"Men! Follow me!"

The twelve ancestral witches carried the boxes and roared as they crawled inside.

……

Half an hour later, at the Dragon Palace of the East Sea.

Dragon King Ao Guang was sitting on his crystal dragon throne, which had been dented and battered by the Lin family's mischievous children, sighing and calculating the month's deficit.

Suddenly, the entire Dragon Palace trembled violently!

The seawater above the Dragon Palace was forcibly pushed aside by a tyrannical force, revealing a huge vacuum zone.

Twelve figures carrying large purple-gold chests filed out from the center.

"Old mudfish! Come out and greet the guests!" Zhu Rong roared, and slammed the heavy purple-gold chest he was holding down hard towards the main gate of the Dragon Palace!

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar.

The large purple-gold chest exploded the moment it hit the ground, and countless innate spiritual treasures, top-grade immortal crystals, and ten-thousand-year-old spiritual herbs burst forth with dazzling light like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, illuminating the entire dark seabed as if it were daytime!

Ao Guang was so frightened that he rolled off the dragon throne.

When he saw the twelve familiar figures in mid-air, he scrambled out of the hall and skillfully completed the "ancestral sliding knee" in 0.3 seconds.

"Esteemed... Esteemed Ancestral Witches! I... I don't know where I have offended you all. Please enlighten me!" Ao Guang cried, his face contorted with grief, already considering whether he should hand over the keys to the treasure vaults of the West Sea and the South Sea as well.

"Stop howling!" Dijiang impatiently threw another box in front of him. "We're not here to rob you today, we're here to deliver your betrothal gifts! That Azure Dragon Goddess of the East Sea will belong to our thirteenth brother from now on!"

A betrothal gift? The Azure Dragon Goddess?

Ao Guang was completely dumbfounded.

Lord Mengzhang? That's their dragon clan's most senior ancestor! How could he...?

But when he saw the massive amounts of top-tier resources flowing out of those smashed boxes—enough to make his eyes pop out—all his doubts vanished instantly.

who cares!

As long as we can get on the good side of Pangu Palace, let alone an ancestor, it would be worth selling the entire dragon clan!

"Of course! Of course! This is the blessing of the Divine Lord!" Ao Guang was so excited that he was incoherent and wanted to kowtow to Di Jiang on the spot.

Inside the Pangu Palace, Meng Zhang, who was being fawned over by a group of female immortals, suddenly sensed intense spatial fluctuations and the familiar malevolent aura of the Wu Clan coming from the direction of his hometown.

Her aloof and stunningly beautiful face was filled with an indescribable astonishment.

What are these guys doing?

"Sister Mengzhang, don't make a fuss." Houtu Niangniang pressed her down in front of the white jade square table polished from top-grade immortal crystal, and explained with a smile, "This is a tradition of our Pangu Palace. When a new sister enters the family, the brothers will go to her family home to celebrate and assert their dominance."

"Come on, let me teach you how to play mahjong. It's a required course in our Pangu Palace. If you want to establish yourself here, you have to learn this first."

Looking at the pile of jade tablets engraved with strange symbols in front of him, Meng Zhang felt that his peak Quasi-Saint Primordial Spirit was simply not enough at this moment.

However, after she lost all the top-grade spirit stones that Lin Xuan had given her, her indomitable spirit, that of an ancient war god, was completely unleashed at that moment.

She refused to believe that someone who could command a million-strong army could be stumped by a few small jade tablets!

Just as the Pangu Temple was filled with a joyful atmosphere, with the sounds of mahjong and laughter constantly ringing out.

Above Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island, space was suddenly torn apart by a sharp sword aura.

The Tongtian Sect Leader, his face dark, gripped the constantly buzzing Qingping Sword tightly in his hand. He stepped out and looked coldly toward the Pangu Palace.