The Rise of the Witch

The dark clouds stopped a few miles away from the cliff and did not approach further.

Su Wen and Ling cautiously peeked out from the clouds and looked around. They felt that the wind and clouds were gathering here and the spiritual energy was condensed like clouds, but they could not see anything unusual.

Gui Ning, being a Spirit Induction Realm cultivator, could still sense something despite her injuries. She whispered, "That seemingly insignificant cliff is actually the source of the spiritual veins of over a hundred surrounding mountain ranges. That seemingly ordinary palace blends seamlessly with the surrounding terrain, embodying the principles of nature... There must be a powerful being cultivating here!"

As he spoke, he turned to look in the direction facing the cliff and said, "The sky in the distance is shrouded in gray clouds, and one can vaguely sense a malevolent aura rising into the sky, like waves crashing against the shore... There must be an unimaginably powerful demon lurking there!"

Xing Yang glanced at her in surprise and said, "You have good eyesight. But you missed a few things... Let's go."

Without explaining what he had missed, Xing Yang simply propelled the black clouds forward, continuing to fly towards the cliff face.

During the journey, three thousand white threads suddenly shot out from the bottom of the cliff. These white threads were like three thousand sharp swords, shooting out from the ground and piercing straight into the black clouds that swept across the sky.

However, Xing Yang pretended not to see it and let the three thousand white silk threads pierce him.

The moment it touched the dark cloud, the white silk suddenly softened and transformed into a whisk, as if it were dusting off the dark cloud. It swept over it gently, leaving the dark cloud completely unharmed.

Immediately afterwards, another small seal appeared above their heads. It spun around and grew larger with the wind, eventually becoming the size of a mountain, which pressed down directly on everyone's heads.

When the three thousand white silk threads came, Su Gui and the other two women hadn't even had time to react before they were neutralized. But at this moment, the seal above their heads pressed down like a mountain, instantly turning the two women's pretty faces pale with fright.

Yu Xi, who was in his arms, unconsciously gripped Xing Yang's clothes tightly.

  

Before the mountain could descend, a wisp of eerie blue flame suddenly appeared in front of the dark clouds, instantly igniting the void and forming a sea of ​​fire that roared and swept in.

Another streak of light slashed down, its target none other than Yu Xi, who was in Xing Yang's arms.

Xing Yang frowned, somewhat angry.

He held Yu Xi in one arm and raised the other, using one hand to support the large seal that was pressing down on his head. No matter how fast the seal shone with its apricot-yellow light, it could not sink even an inch.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and exhaled. As soon as he exhaled, a gale arose and howled out. The sea of ​​fire in front of him was like a flame in a gale, flickering and uncertain, before finally being extinguished completely.

At this moment, the streak of light was already close.

Xing Yang simply lowered his head, opened his mouth and bit down. The flowing light trembled and transformed into a trembling little sword, which he held in his mouth, chewed and chewed, and finally turned into ordinary iron and spat out.

Finally, Xing Yang shook his arm, and the mountain above his head was flung away, shrinking in mid-air and turning back into a small seal, which was then taken back by someone.

This swift and decisive battle came and went quickly, ending in the blink of an eye.

Su Wenling and Gui Ning then had time to review the scene in their minds, and the more they thought about it, the more horrified they became.

Especially Gui Ning, when she thought of Xing Yang biting a flying sword and chewing it into ordinary iron in a few bites, how could she not be shocked as a fellow sword cultivator?

Can my own sword withstand his teeth?

Su Wenling had not yet awakened her spirit, and her knowledge was shallow. She had never even seen masters fight. She only felt that her husband was incredibly powerful, but she couldn't explain why he was so powerful!

Meanwhile, the dark clouds had reached the cliffside and gradually dissipated after landing, leaving only a faint mist to protect the two women.

"Let's go."

Xing Yang acted as if nothing had happened, uttered a sentence, and then walked towards the palace.

The two women followed timidly behind, like two quails.

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Upon entering the Ancestral Witch Hall, Su Wenling, Gui Ning, and Yu Xi were momentarily stunned, their eyes becoming blank and oblivious to what was happening around them.

They only heard a faint sound, and when they tried to listen more closely, it disappeared. Just when they thought they had misheard, the sound rang in their minds again...

This went on and on, yet not a single word was comprehensible; it was like the whisper of the wind or the sound of flowing water.

The sound seemed to emanate from the heavens and earth, the mountains and rivers, the flowers and trees, and the rising and falling of clouds, the rotation of the sun and moon... This slowly drew the three of them into a dreamlike state.

Listening to these sounds, I vaguely seemed to understand something, but upon closer reflection, I realized I understood nothing at all.

Xing Yang looked at Su Wenling and Gui Ning, who were standing there in a daze. After thinking for a moment, he figured that Wa Xin probably wouldn't harm them, so he ignored them and continued to go inside with Yu Xi in his arms.

Inside the hall, on a majestic long bench, Wa Xin lay on her side, her skirt drooping down to reveal her jade-like, slender legs. Her body formed an astonishing curve, and she was munching on a peach. A book lay in front of her, which she was flipping through casually.

Without even looking up, he said, "Why did you destroy someone's flying sword?"

Xing Yang carried Yu Xi over, took a peach from the table in front of her, sat down beside her, took a bite, and said, "Who told him to point his sword at my disciple?"

Wa Xin finally deigned to glance at him, then her gaze fell upon Yu Xi, and she asked, "Are you sure? It's the bloodline of the War Witch?"

"Yes, it's confirmed." Xing Yang bit into a peach, savoring the remarkable energy within its flesh, his gaze falling on the entire plate of peaches on her desk. "It's just that I'm severely overdrawn. I've come to ask if you have any solutions?"

Wa Xin closed the book, propping her head up with one hand: "Is this such a trivial matter worth asking me? Does the War Witch not have a brain? Or is it that the Witch Spirit only cares about muscles and not brains?"

Xing Yang thought for a moment and said, "You're not wrong to say that. I can feel that once my witch spirit completes its transformation, it will be completely integrated with my body. After that, there will be no more witch spirit; my physical body will be the witch spirit... just like how Pangu's body transformed into the entire world after he fell."

Nuwa's heart skipped a beat, and she said helplessly, "This path seems familiar... The ancient demon gods could transform into countless forms, it seems they followed this path..."

Xing Yang finished the peaches in a few bites, then took the plate of peaches and stuffed them into his clothes, saying, "You have so many good things! What kind of peaches are these?"

"Peaches of Immortality".

Nuwa casually said, "The Xiling Clan planted three hundred peach trees on Kunlun Mountain. They usually treasure them like the back of their hand. Every time the peaches ripen, they hold a grand banquet. This time, in order to keep me from leaving the Ancestral Witch Palace, they specially sent several baskets of them."

Xing Yang was taken aback. After thinking for a moment, he said, "The demon scourge over the Nine Provinces was caused by the Xiling Clan?"

"Not stupid, but not smart either."

Nuwa thought to herself, "It was the son of the emperor who started it, and Emperor Xin secretly supported it. Later, the five major clans thought it was a good idea, so they went along with it."

Xing Yang asked curiously, "Why? Is there any benefit to doing this?"

Nuwa said impatiently, "Think for yourself."

Xing Yang pondered for a while and suddenly thought of Su Wenling, who had reached the late Dongxuan realm in just a few days. What about the others?

At least the group of young people who followed Su Wenling have all grown to some extent.

Xing Yang realized what was happening and asked, "Is it for training?"

Wa Xin hummed and said, "I killed too many of them before, so the demons of the Great Wilderness don't dare to run to the Nine Provinces. The demons in the Nine Provinces don't dare to show their faces either. Only a few small demons and monsters are causing trouble."

There aren't even enough monsters for the Demon Suppression Division, let alone the entire cultivation world of Kyushu. The flesh demons raised by the Xuanyuan Clan are only enough for daily snacks, and they're ridiculously expensive!

"The invasion of the Great Demons into the Nine Provinces, whether they were originally under their command or were transformed into demons after entering the Nine Provinces, will keep the cultivation world of the Nine Provinces busy absorbing them for quite some time!"

Xing Yang was somewhat puzzled: "What about the common people who have been harmed by the monsters?"

Wa Xin glanced at him and said, "It's surprising to hear such words from a war shaman like you... Do you think that the human race was carefully nurtured to become the protagonist of the world?"

Humans are not flowers in a vase, but wild grass in the wild. How can they bloom all over the land without experiencing wind and rain?

What's the difference between humans raised in greenhouses and the flesh demons raised by the Xuanyuan clan?