Primordial Era: I am a treasure trove, full of magical treasures.

After an unknown amount of time, Xuanbao woke up from his bed, rubbing his head. This spirit fruit wine is so potent that it could knock out even a Great Luo Golden Immortal. It may taste good, but one shouldn't overindulge.

"Oh, Xiao Bao is awake." If you can't drink, then drink less. You've been lying down for 10 years. What a piece of trash. Hou Tu, who was arranging a bouquet of flowers, looked at Xuan Bao with disdain, without mentioning that he himself had been lying down for 5 years due to drinking.

Cough cough, when he heard Houtu call him Xiaobao again, he wanted to refute, but seeing Houtu's indifferent attitude, he swallowed back what he was going to say. Let her call him that, it won't hurt him anyway.

"By the way, what did you mean when you said that our witch clan was facing extermination, surrounded by enemies on all sides?"

Upon hearing Houtu's question about death, Xuanbao fell silent. How could he say that the Wu clan would perish together with the demon clan, leaving only a few cats and kittens barely clinging to life? He was afraid that Houtu would crack his skull open as soon as he uttered those words. Xuanbao could only pretend to be dumbfounded. What? Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, what are you saying?

Seeing Xuanbao feign ignorance, Houtu directly took out a low-grade innate spiritual treasure. Seeing Xuanbao's lack of reaction, she then took out a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure. Xuanbao still didn't react. Next, she took out a high-grade innate spiritual treasure, and Xuanbao raised his head. Houtu then took out a top-grade innate spiritual treasure and waved it in front of Xuanbao. Xuanbao's eyes widened, and he almost drooled. "Tell me, and I'll give it to you," Houtu said triumphantly, waving the spiritual treasure in her hand. Although Houtu didn't know what Xuanbao knew, Xuanbao's words made her feel uneasy. The way to get this little money-grubber to talk was to give him spiritual treasures. One wasn't enough, so she'd give him two; two weren't enough, so she'd give him three. In short, if Xuanbao still wouldn't talk, she definitely hadn't given him enough.

Xuanbao gritted his teeth. Temptation, too tempting! Four innate spiritual treasures, including one top-grade innate spiritual treasure. Cough cough, Xuanbao felt that there was nothing wrong with him saying anything. Minor matters in the prehistoric world can be corrected, but the general trend cannot be reversed. He was just pointing out the shortcomings of the Wu clan, mainly to give Houtu face, not because of these few innate spiritual treasures.

Cough cough, you have a good eye for people (❁´ω`❁).

Ahem, so, "Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, who do you think will be the enemy of your witch clan in the future?"

Enemies! When Houtu heard Xuanbao ask her, she thought that the major powers in the prehistoric world now included the demon race of Dijun and Taiyi, the immortal palace of the Eastern King Palace, and the dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns from the last great calamity, as well as some other first-class races in the prehistoric world. Houtu didn't take the rest seriously at all.

"Naturally, it's the demon race," Houtu said without hesitation. "That Dijun and Taiyi are ambitious, attempting to dominate the prehistoric world. Our Wu clan will inevitably have a great war with them sooner or later." Xuanbao nodded. "That's right, the demon race is indeed your formidable enemy. But what I want to say is, 'Your enemy is the entire prehistoric world!'" Before Houtu could refute, Xuanbao continued, "The Wu clan feeds on all races. 'Now the Wu clan has tens of millions of Wu people, all of whom need to hunt and kill all races for food. Over countless years, the amount of killing they have committed is countless!'"

I don't think I need to say more. Houtu Zuwu understands this better than I do. Slaughter brings hatred, fear, and endless killing karma. Even if you are the true descendants of Pangu, you will still eat you. Better to die a glorious death than live a shameful life. If a race can't defeat you, they will quickly band together. This is the basis for the survival of all races. Can a single Wu clan fight against the entire prehistoric world?

Such endless killing, accumulated over time, will eventually backfire on you. When your karmic debt of killing becomes overwhelming and Heaven rejects you, even if you are descendants of Pangu, you will face the calamity of extermination.

"Sigh." Hearing what Xuanbao said, Houtu frowned. She knew this all too well. But she couldn't change anything, which was what troubled her.

"Xiao Bao," our Wu clan has no primordial spirit and cannot absorb the innate spiritual energy in the primordial world to cultivate. Moreover, our Wu clan all cultivate the body and need a lot of energy, which can only be replenished by blood food. Without solving the energy problem, this matter is unsolvable.

Xuanbao was speechless. It seemed that the Ancestral Witches all knew the problem, but since they couldn't solve it, they just let it develop. Come to think of it, one of the 12 Ancestral Witches was proficient in the Great Dao of Time, so he could calculate the past and future.

Can't you come up with a solution? You know exactly where the problem lies, yet you do absolutely nothing...

Seeing Xuanbao talking non-stop, Houtu could only weakly say that letting the 12 of them fight was fine, but figuring out a solution was just too much to ask...

Xuanbao… well, it seems I overestimated you 12 Ancestral Witches. You are indeed all brawn and no brains. Of course, this was what Xuanbao was thinking, but he dared not say it out loud, for fear of being beaten up by one of the Ancestral Witches who had already turned red.

Seeing Xuanbao's performance, Houtu knew he must have a solution to the problem. She grabbed Xuanbao and said, "Xiaobao, tell your sister. As long as you can help the Wu Clan solve this problem, our Wu Clan will definitely not treat you unfairly. I will give you this amount of spiritual treasures." Houtu even held up three fingers.

Xuanbao shook his head. "Three spiritual treasures? Even a dog wouldn't accept them."

"It's 30 pieces." As long as you help the Witch Clan solve this problem, I will give you 30 innate spiritual treasures.

"If the dog won't do it, I will," Xuanbao, who was originally uninterested, suddenly found his strength.

Xuanbao had read many prehistoric novels, so he knew a bit about the intricacies of the prehistoric world, and he already had a plan in mind.

Houtu, you can specifically hunt down those demons who are burdened with karma. In this way, you might be able to gain some merit from the Heavenly Dao.

In addition, Xuanbao waved his hands, and a pile of round acquired spiritual roots appeared on the ground. "These are acquired spiritual root sweet potatoes." A batch can be grown every 10 years. This spiritual root can be cultivated on a large scale, with a huge yield. You, the people of the Wu tribe, can grow sweet potatoes for food.

Besides, you can raise ferocious beasts from the primordial world. These beasts have no reason and only know how to destroy the primordial world. If you capture them and raise them, it will be a good thing for the primordial world and will also solve your meat needs. It's a win-win situation.

Houtu, standing to the side, gaped in astonishment. "It's...it's that simple?" She never imagined that all the efforts of the twelve Ancestral Witches had yielded no results, yet Xuanbao could explain it as easily as adding one to one.

"Ahem, 'That promised 30 items, hehe.'" Xuanbao looked like a money-grubber at this moment. Adding the 4 innate spiritual treasures that Houtu had given him earlier, he had obtained 34 innate spiritual treasures from Houtu in one go, which was comparable to his treasure hunting over thousands of years.

Houtu, who was still pondering the feasibility of the matter, casually flicked her hand, and a bunch of innate spiritual treasures were thrown in front of Xuanbao as if she were throwing away a pile of garbage.

Xuanbao: ...A rich woman is a rich woman, she's so "generous" to Lingbao.

Seeing that Houtu was still deep in thought and had no intention of paying attention to him, Xuanbao prepared to make a run for it. Once he got the spiritual treasure, the rest would be none of his business.

Xuanbao decided to continue to Buzhou Mountain, but he hadn't forgotten why he came there in the first place.

"Dig, dig, dig!"