Primordial Salted Fish: Starting from Refusing to Join the Demon Clan

Kunpeng had no reason to continue fighting at this point, and said calmly, "The physical bodies of your Ancestral Witches are indeed formidable. Without innate spiritual treasures of the killing type, I really can't break through their defenses. Why don't we just give up?"

The commotion from the recent battle had already spread throughout the surrounding area, and the warriors of the Wu tribe were on their way and would likely arrive soon.

Most importantly, if the first to arrive are not the Wu Clan warriors, but other Ancestral Witches, that would be terrible.

The surrounding area was scorched earth, rocks were shattered, and the earth's veins were broken by the battle between the two.

The current situation is clear: neither side can gain the upper hand. If the stalemate continues, it will definitely attract the support of other Ancestral Witches, and then Kunpeng will be in trouble.

After all, he was all alone. He was confident that as long as he didn't face the Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang, he could escape even if he couldn't defeat the others.

If he gets targeted by the Witch Clan, he'll be in trouble.

Even though Qiangliang, as an ancestral witch, was at a disadvantage and suppressed at this moment, he still had his own magnanimity.

If the opponent uses an innate spiritual treasure, he won't shamelessly prevent them from using it, since innate spiritual treasures are also part of one's own strength.

It's because their ancestral witches don't have primordial spirits and can't use it!

Although the Wu tribe cannot use magical treasures, they are born with physical bodies that are unparalleled in the primordial world.

It's almost equivalent to passively gaining an offensive spiritual treasure and a defensive spiritual treasure, and the latter even grows with cultivation level.

This is a physical body that no other living being in the primordial world could ever possess, no matter how much they cultivated.

Moreover, if other ancestral witches saw him in this state, they would probably laugh at him for thousands of years.

If Qiang Liang wants to defeat his opponent, he can only burn his own essence to forcibly increase his realm and combat power, but this method is tantamount to mutual destruction.

The Ancestral Witches were formed from the essence of Pangu's heart and blood. Once consumed, it would take tens of thousands of years to recover even a trace, and it would also affect their future cultivation.

Therefore, Qiangliang also chose to stop fighting.

Qiang Liang took a deep breath. The wound on his shoulder bone was still bleeding. He suppressed his fighting spirit, his body trembled, and his huge ancestral witch body transformed back into a rough and tall Dao body.

"Your cultivation is extraordinary; this Ancestral Witch is indeed no match for you for the time being!"

"This ancestral witch is not the kind of witch who refuses to admit defeat."

"As long as you do not become enemies with the Wu tribe in the future, you may freely roam within the territory of my Qiangliang tribe."

Kunpeng retrieved the twelve Sea-Stabilizing Pearls and calmly said, "Being an enemy of your Witch Clan? I have no interest in that."

The main goal of the Wu tribe was to conquer the primordial land. Their potential enemies were the myriad races of the primordial world. This is why the Wu tribe became mortal enemies with the demon race, which was later formed by myriad races.

As for innate gods and demons like Kunpeng, they are mostly solitary individuals without any racial ties.

Kunpeng is actually very agile because he is a species in himself, and he is the only one of his species.

As long as you don't actively create karma with the Witch Clan, the Witch Clan generally won't provoke you.

"Of course not. I'm just spreading some words. Why should I make an enemy of your Wu Clan?" Kunpeng thought to himself, looking at Qiangliang.

The Wu tribe is also part of the primordial beings, and its influence can actually spread among the Wu tribe.

Qiangliang asked out of curiosity, "What is writing?"

Kunpeng took the initiative to reveal itself, and one by one, primordial versions of text appeared.

Three thousand characters were displayed before Qiangliang.

Qiangliang took the initiative to make contact and immediately understood what written language was.

This script is like innate divine script, used to explain the great principles of heaven and earth.

After getting to know him, Qiangliang lost interest.

In Qiangliang's view, these words contain little philosophical meaning, and learning them is of no use.

"My Wu tribe is not unreasonable. Your writing is of little use. If you wish to spread it, then spread it. Within my tribal territory, this ancestral shaman will not stop you!"

Kunpeng cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Ancestral Witch."

"Alright, get back to what you were doing!" Qiang Liang's eyes gleamed with fighting spirit. "This Ancestral Witch should go back too. When we meet again, this Ancestral Witch will have won!"

Kunpeng smiled helplessly after being challenged by Qiangliang.

Issuing a challenge is better than being resented.

"Then it's settled."

Having said that, Kunpeng transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the clouds in an instant.

After Kunpeng left, Jiufeng, Wuxing, and other great shamans led their warriors to the scene.

Jiufeng arrived with her Wu tribe warriors and saw Qiangliang covered in wounds and barely breathing. She rushed forward anxiously, exclaiming, "Lord Qiangliang, you're injured!"

Qiangliang sighed inwardly: Such speed, I'm afraid only my elder brother can catch up with him.

Upon hearing Jiu Feng's question, Qiang Liang turned his gaze away from the direction where Kunpeng had departed, looked at the empty clouds, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I just had a brief sparring session with a fellow Daoist."

He paused, and when he said this, his tone was clearly flustered: "But in the end, I, the ancestral witch, was more skilled and defeated him. He has now left."

Jiufeng raised her eyebrows slightly, her face showing doubt and surprise. When did the Ancestral Witches become able to make friends with fellow Daoists?

Out of curiosity, and also to avoid unnecessary conflict in the future, Jiufeng couldn't help but ask, "Lord Qiangliang, may I ask which kind of expert your fellow Daoist is?"

"Um! Uh?" Qiang Liang stammered. Apart from knowing that the other party's name was Nanming, he knew nothing else about the other party. He couldn't just tell the truth.

He brought this trouble upon himself, and ended up getting beaten up by the other party.

If that's the case, then the lie that he just claimed to have won is completely exposed.

If this gets out, what will become of Qiang Liang's reputation?

"That fellow Daoist is called Nanming!" Qiang Liang paused for a moment, then continued, "He is skilled in the Dao of Feng Shui and possesses twelve jet-black beads."

"By the way, he's doing something big right now: spreading a special kind of symbol called writing."

As he spoke, Qiangliang imitated the Kunpeng's appearance from before, and conjured up three thousand characters.

"This is it."

"Since he is my fellow practitioner, I should help him spread it. You all need to learn it and then help spread it!"

"That way, when I see Fellow Daoist Nanming in the future, he shouldn't blame me for this lie, right?" Qiang Liang thought to himself.

Jiufeng looked curiously at these characters called writing, then clasped her hands in obeisance and said, "I will obey the command of the Ancestral Witch!"

"By the way, from now on he will be an honored guest of our Qiangliang tribe, so you must not be rude to him," Qiangliang emphasized again.

Kunpeng probably didn't expect that Qiangliang would take the initiative to help him spread the text just to save face.

Although Qiangliang acknowledged Kunpeng, the other Ancestral Witches did not. He could not represent the Witch Clan, so he could only treat them with courtesy within his own tribe.

Having finally made a friend, Qiangliang was already thinking about how to show off to his other brothers and sisters.

Although we met through a fight, isn't that what happens when you become friends after a fight?

Meanwhile, Kunpeng, who was heading towards Buzhou Mountain and preparing to spread the word along the way, was unaware of Qiang Liang's actions, let alone that he would become famous in the prehistoric world because of it.