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

Dijiang looked at Kunpeng, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Although it is hard to admit, the Wu tribe has always been regarded as a simple-minded and physically strong race in the prehistoric times.

As the leader of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Dijiang was not some brainless brute who only knew how to fight.

As the patriarch of the Witch Clan and the eldest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he possesses exceptional wisdom and keen insight, as he is responsible for managing the entire clan.

Previously, Dijiang's attention had been focused on the demon race, but after Gonggong's reminder, he discovered that Kunpeng, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, possessed extraordinary strength hidden beneath his seemingly lazy exterior.

In particular, their enormous physical bodies are probably no weaker than those of their ancestral witches.

"What an incredibly strong physique!"

Kunpeng was extremely annoyed by Dijiang's stare and retorted, "What are you looking at? Your own treasure is in the hands of outsiders, why don't you snatch it back? What are you looking at me for!"

Zhu Rong, with his fiery temper, couldn't tolerate the slightest thing. Anyone who dared to disrespect his elder brother was disrespecting him, and disrespecting him meant certain death.

"Who the hell did you come from, you stinking fish, daring to interfere in the affairs of my Wu clan!" Zhu Rong cursed as he strode forward, flames raging around him as if he wanted to boil the Northern Sea's icy waters. "Watch out, or grandpa will roast you and eat you."

"What nonsense are you spouting? I think all you ancestral witches are good at is empty talk."

"You all claim to be the true descendants of Pangu, so why don't you see the supreme treasure that was transformed from the axe that Pangu once wielded to create the world?"

"Also claiming to be the true descendants of Pangu, the Three Pure Ones possess the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda, formed from the merits of the creation of heaven and earth."

"What do you ancestral witches possess?"

"There's nothing there at all. That's hilarious! And they call themselves the authentic Pangu lineage!"

Zhu Rong's anger was completely ignited, as were the other ancestral witches, who developed a powerful killing intent towards Kunpeng.

"You stinking fish, you're practically asking for it!"

With a roar, Zhu Rong manipulated the laws of fire, and the Nanming Li Fire he condensed transformed into a blazing fire dragon that hurtled towards the sea where Kunpeng was.

Kunpeng didn't even lift its eyelids; it simply swayed its sky-covering fish tail casually.

The Kunpeng condensed a water dragon and flew towards the fire dragon.

"boom!"

What seemed like a casual strike contained the essence of the Great Dao of Water. The blazing fire dragon collided with the water dragon, instantly transforming into a sky full of steam.

"this one?"

"That won't work either!"

Kunpeng glanced mockingly at Zhu Rong, whose face was ashen, then swept his gaze over Di Jiang, whose expression was solemn, and slowly spoke, his voice echoing in the Northern Sea:

"I say, you ancestral witches, each with a powerful physical body, why are your brains so dull? That Chaos Bell was formed from the body of Pangu's axe that created the heavens, it shares the same origin as you. That Donghuang Taiyi is just an outsider, flaunting your father's relic. Instead of trying to take it back, you attack me, a mere spectator?"

"Oh, I forgot, you don't know, after all, in the primordial world you only know the name Donghuang Zhong."

He paused, a sly glint in his eyes, and continued to add fuel to the fire:

"Tsk tsk, what a pity. That Chaos Bell contains the Great Dao of Time and Space, suppressing earth, water, fire, and wind. It was originally your witch clan's most powerful treasure."

"What a pity, you don't have primordial spirits, so you can't truly refine it. You can only watch helplessly as a golden crow uses it as a hammer to smash people, isn't that shameful?"

Upon hearing this, the gazes of the twelve Ancestral Witches instantly sharpened, all turning to look at the Chaos Bell above Donghuang Taiyi's head, their eyes as if they were looking at a trophy that should rightfully belong to them.

Donghuang Taiyi's expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously protected the Chaos Bell even more tightly.

"How did this guy know about the disguise I put on the Chaos Bell?" Donghuang Taiyi was shocked, after all, only he and his elder brother knew this secret.

In order to better control the Chaos Bell and to avoid the danger of possessing a treasure without being guilty, Donghuang Taiyi disguised the Chaos Bell with his own blood essence.

Seeing Donghuang Taiyi's reaction, Kunpeng's words are most likely true.

"No wonder," Gonggong seemed to realize, "No wonder when I fought Donghuang Taiyi, I always felt a vague sense of intimacy. I originally thought it was just an illusion, but it turns out it was because of the Chaos Bell."

Di Jun was still pondering how to capture Kunpeng and bring him into the demon race if the Ancestral Witches and Kunpeng started fighting.

After all, even his second brother couldn't defeat Kunpeng, so it was clear that Kunpeng was a powerful being no weaker than himself, and the demon race was currently in dire need of such a powerful being.

Moreover, Kunpeng's own characteristics perfectly match his definition of the demon race; he is a born demon.

Seeing the hungry, predatory look in the eyes of the Twelve Ancestral Witches as they looked at him, Di Jun instantly felt a sense of foreboding.

"Brother, I think the Kunpeng that Kunpeng spoke of is real," said Zhu Jiuyin.

Houtu said, "I think so too!"

"It seems my little sister thinks so too?" Di Jiang nodded slightly. His eyes, which seemed to be able to see through the void, were now fixed on the Chaos Bell. The previous fear in his eyes was gone, replaced by naked greed and possessiveness.

They cannot use innate spiritual treasures, but the ancestral witches might be able to use the relics left by the Father God, the supreme treasures of creation.

Of course, the most important thing is that we cannot tolerate the Father God's relics falling into the hands of outsiders.

"Our Father God created the heavens and earth, and his body transformed into all things. Since the Chaos Bell was formed from the body of the axe, it is the instrument for proving the Dao of my Pangu lineage!"

Dijiang's voice suddenly turned cold, and an unprecedented chilling aura swept across the entire area, causing the surrounding space to tremble. "Now, it has been usurped by a mere demon race, and even used to suppress my brothers. This is intolerable!"

"Brother is right! That's something left behind by our Father God. Why should these two scruffy birds have it?" Zhu Rong was already furious because of the Kunpeng. Now that he heard that the Chaos Bell was actually his family's "heirloom," he was furious.

His body erupted in flames as he pointed at Donghuang Taiyi and cursed, "You bastard! If you know what's good for you, hand over the bell right now, and I might leave you a whole corpse! Otherwise, I'll refine you into ashes today and use you as a sacrifice for this Chaos Bell!"

"Zhurong is right!"

Gonggong reacted quickly; he had just been frustrated by the Chaos Bell, but now he had found a legitimate reason to do so.

"This treasure is connected to the aura of my Wu clan, and clearly recognizes me as its master. Donghuang Taiyi, you have forcibly seized my clan's most precious treasure. If you do not return it today, it will be a fight to the death between the Twelve Ancestral Witches!"

"A fight to the death!"

The remaining Ancestral Witches roared in unison, their voices rolling and faintly condensing into dark red malevolent energy in the void.

That was the instinctive anger at having one's own things stolen, and also the defense of the dignity of the "true lineage of Pangu" after being exposed by Kunpeng.

Donghuang Taiyi's face was ashen, and veins bulged on his forehead. He stared intently at Dijiang, but his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

"Damn Kunpeng! How did this dead fish know?"

Kunpeng observed all of this and exclaimed, "It's stable!"

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