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

As the saying goes, going up a mountain is easy, but coming down is hard.

For Kunpeng, this "difficulty" does not refer to the road beneath his feet, but rather to the unpredictability of human hearts, especially the hearts of the Wu tribe.

As the three reached the mountainside of Buzhou Mountain, the previously clear mountain wind suddenly turned violent. In the void, the laws of space fluctuated violently, as if an invisible hand had forcibly torn the sky apart.

"Hahaha! What a coincidence that we've met from afar!"

The laughter was like rolling thunder, making the ancient trees around tremble and sending stones flying.

As light and shadow shifted, three towering figures emerged from the sky, their immense blood and qi transforming into tangible plumes of smoke that soared into the heavens, forcing the surrounding spiritual energy to retreat.

The leader was none other than the Space Ancestral Witch, Dijiang. Behind him, on his left and right, stood a gentle woman and a burly man whose body was surrounded by lightning, respectively.

The woman stood firmly on the earth, her aura steady; she was Houtu. The burly man had electric arcs flickering in his hair; he was Xizi, the ancestral sorcerer of electricity.

Kunpeng's eyelids twitched, and he secretly thought that something was wrong.

He took a half step forward without making a sound, protecting Fuxi and Nuwa behind him, then clasped his hands and said loudly, "Three Ancestral Witches, I am Beiming Kunpeng, it is an honor to meet you."

Fuxi and Nuwa stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Fuxi and Nuwa of Phoenix Perch Mountain greet the three Ancestral Witches."

On Dijiang's face, which had no features, there seemed to be an expression called "enthusiasm" on it. Although it was not clear, the playful and imposing aura was undeniable.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, how have you been?" Dijiang's voice boomed, making the air vibrate. "To meet again at the foot of Buzhou Mountain is truly an incredible coincidence."

"Our Wu clan has always been hospitable. Since you and our Wu clan are so destined to meet, why don't you come with me to the Pangu Temple and have a bowl of wine brewed from ten-thousand-year-old beast blood?"

Kunpeng sneered inwardly: "Unsolicited kindness is either a trick or a theft."

He didn't think Dijiang had forgotten the debt he had incurred by tricking the Wu Clan in the Northern Sea.

Kunpeng remained expressionless, cupping his hands in a gesture of polite refusal, saying, "I appreciate the kindness of the Ancestral Witch Dijiang."

"However, I am not alone on this trip. These two fellow Daoists have important matters to discuss with me, so it is inconvenient for me to stay any longer."

"I will definitely pay you a visit another day!"

"another day?"

Xi Zi, who had been silent all along, frowned, his body crackling with electricity, and roared impatiently, "Why are you being so long-winded, you idiot!"

"My elder brother invited you out of respect, why all this nonsense! They are your fellow Daoists, but are we, the Witch Clan, not fellow Daoists?"

Before Houtu arrived, she did not know what her elder brother was going to do. Even though she knew Nuwa, she did not speak at this time.

"Xi Zi, refrain from being rude."

Dijiang raised his hand and pressed down, silencing Xizi's agitation. Then, his unseen eyes fixed on Kunpeng, and his tone suddenly changed, becoming sinister:

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, since you are unwilling to visit the Pangu Temple, then we must explain the 'rules of Buzhou Mountain'."

"rule?"

Nuwa's beautiful eyes flickered slightly as she asked curiously, "In this primordial world, where is there no rule? I just wonder what's so special about Mount Buzhou?"

Houtu, standing behind Dijiang, was slightly taken aback. She and Xizi exchanged a glance and both saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

They have been stationed on Buzhou Mountain for many years. Apart from guarding the Pangu Temple, they have never heard of any special rules.

In the past, when those innate deities passed by, as long as they didn't cause trouble, the Wu tribe always kept to themselves and didn't interfere with each other.

Aside from the fact that the Three Pure Ones fought each other over the title of "the true lineage of Pangu," that was a clash of ideologies, not a matter of rules.

Houtu opened her mouth, about to ask her elder brother what he meant, but then she saw the spatial power surging around Dijiang, clearly indicating that he had made up his mind.

She was incredibly intelligent and immediately understood Dijiang's intentions.

This is to get revenge for the trick that Kunpeng played on us back in the Northern Sea.

Kunpeng took in the three people's subtle expressions and immediately understood.

What rules? They were clearly made up by Dijiang on the spot!

But at this moment, he had no choice but to accept his fate.

After all, this is their territory. Mount Buzhou is the transformed spine of Pangu and the stronghold of the Wu tribe. If a fight breaks out, the three of us might not come out on top.

"I would like to hear the details," Kunpeng said in a deep voice.

Dijiang snorted coldly, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked unfathomable.

"In the past, our clan's ancestral witch Qiangliang once had a martial arts contest with a master on the shore of the East Sea. The battle was so fierce that the heavens and earth shattered. They admired each other and eventually became close friends."

"When this news reached the tribe, it stirred the blood of our Wu tribe's youths, who vied to follow suit!"

At this point, Dijiang abruptly changed the subject, revealing his murderous intent: "Now that you and I have met many times at Buzhou Mountain, and the three of you have even obtained the opportunity left behind by the Father God, then we must do as the Romans do."

"The rule of Buzhou Mountain is—to spar!"

"We each have three people, so it's three against three. Let's have a friendly match!"

"If you win, the opportunity is yours, and we will not stand in your way; if you lose, or dare not accept the challenge..."

Dijiang paused, his voice as cold as ice striking the ground: "That would be a breach of the Wu Clan's etiquette; don't blame us for showing no mercy!"

As soon as Dijiang finished speaking, he immediately unleashed a powerful aura, his aura soaring straight to the heavens.

Houtu had no choice but to follow along; after all, he was her elder brother, and she could only indulge him.

Xi Zi followed suit. He had returned because of Qiang Liang's boasting and wanted to vent his anger on his older brother. Now that there was a fight to vent his anger, he naturally followed suit, unleashing a surge of powerful magic.

Both Fuxi and Nuwa were taken aback.

Making friends through martial arts?

Look at the posture of the Ancestral Witch.

What kind of rule is this?

They're here to cause trouble!

Kunpeng was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He knew perfectly well that the root of Dijiang's "making friends through martial arts" lay within himself!

He disguised himself as Nanming and fought Qiangliang on the shore of the East China Sea, intending to escape.

Who knew that Qiangliang, being so stubborn, actually thought that having a good fight made him a "fellow Daoist," and went back to brag about it everywhere.

This has led to a strange perception among the Wu tribe:

Want to make friends? Beat them up first!

This is absolutely ridiculous!

Looking at Dijiang's shameless "I'm doing this for your own good" face, Kunpeng felt extremely frustrated.

This isn't a friendly sparring match; it's a brawl!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches achieved sainthood through their physical bodies, and their laws of power were unparalleled in the primordial world. Apart from the Three Pure Ones, who possessed top-tier defensive treasures, who dared to compare their physical bodies with them?

Xi Zi, unable to contain himself any longer, unleashed a torrent of lightning bolts from his body and sneered, "Kunpeng, stop dawdling!"

"My brother said, that's the rule!"

"Now that you've seized this opportunity, let's see what you're made of!"

The wind picked up.

The atmosphere atop Mount Buzhou was extremely tense.

Kunpeng looked at the three ferocious Ancestral Witches opposite him, and then at Fuxi and Nuwa beside him who looked completely bewildered. He secretly groaned in his heart.

This isn't going down the mountain, it's like entering a wolf's den!

Today's battle seems unavoidable.