Chapter 111: Emperor Jiang wants to recognize his relatives, the temptation of the ancestor witch’s blood!
“Tracing back to the origin, after all, my twelve witch ancestors have weak foundations and lack a deep background.”

“If I can get the guidance of the Black Turtle of the North Sea and receive the blessing of humanity, it will not be a vain thing to achieve the status of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.”

“The matter of the Black Turtle of the North Sea can still be planned. We can go to Kunlun Mountain to ask for advice.”

“As for the way of humanity, it is truly mysterious and unpredictable. Even among the many powerful beings in the prehistoric world, no one knows where it is.”

“I have made up my mind. I will follow the established strategy and go to Kunlun Mountain to visit the Three Pure Ones and establish brotherhood!”

Di Jiang pondered for a while, then slowly spoke to the witch ancestors.

This idea had come to him since he participated in the Immortal Court Conference.

The Three Pure Ones were transformed from Pangu’s primordial spirit, while the Twelve Ancestral Witches were transformed from Pangu’s essence and blood.

Logically speaking, the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches are like brothers who are still connected even if their bones are broken, and they should share life and death together.

“Brother, have you lost your wisdom?”

“Ever since Daoist Ancestor Hongjun began to preach, the Three Pure Ones have been competing with us, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, for the title of Pangu’s authentic sect, and conflicts have continued.”

“Bow down to the Three Pure Ones at this time, isn’t that an insult to the reputation of our Wu clan?”

The ancestor witch Qiangliang, surrounded by thunder, asked loudly.

In the battles with the Three Pure Ones, he always rushed to the front.

If I really form a brotherhood with the Three Pure Ones, how should I face the grudges of the past?
Where is your face!

“My fellow Daoist, you should know that the world is bustling with people because of profit, and the world is bustling with people because of profit!”

“Whether it is the original spirit or the essence and blood, they are all descendants of the great god Pangu and can be called the authentic Pangu.”

“The Three Pure Ones founded a sect and possess endless heavenly luck!”

“If we can make friends with them, it will be a great blessing for our entire Wu clan.”

“Why are you so narrow-minded?”

“How can we forget the love between brothers so easily?”

“In the future when you fight against the demons, you only need to shout out, ‘My brother is the Three Pure Ones Saint.’ Wouldn’t that frighten Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi?”

The corner of Kunpeng’s mouth slightly raised, and he waved his hand and said so.

At this moment, he was secretly thinking in his heart that he wished he could become the younger brother of the Three Pure Ones.

It’s a pity that the two parties are not related by blood, so it’s difficult to find a suitable reason.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches possess such a huge advantage, how can they waste it?

“My brother is a saint of the Three Pure Ones?”

“Great, big brother, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, I, Qiangliang, agree to this matter!”

The mind of the ancestor witch Qiangliang suddenly became open, as if he had comprehended some mystery between heaven and earth.

In his imagination, Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were trembling all over and kneeling at his feet.

“He who knows the current affairs is a hero!”

“Fellow Daoist Qiangliang, how about you and fellow Daoist Dijiang go to Kunlun Mountain together?”

“When you see the Three Pure Ones, there is no need to say anything. Just kneel down on the ground and hug their thighs to recognize them as your relatives.”

“Then he burst into tears and told about his own difficulties.”

“After such an operation, the Three Pure Ones will definitely find it difficult to cope with it!”

Taoist Hongyun gave Zuwu Qiangliang an “excellent” idea, his expression full of playfulness and amusement.

“Fellow Daoist Hongyun, could it be that you learned all these moves from the two saints in the West?”

The ancestor witch Hou Tu looked strange and couldn’t help laughing.

“Hahahaha, even Fellow Daoist Hou Tu discovered this!”

Taoist Hongyun felt no shame at all, but instead puffed out his chest with pride.

We are all innate gods, so how can this be called learning?
This is called reference!

On the side, Zu Wu Qiangliang struggled, but soon nodded vigorously and said, “Thank you, Daoist Hongyun, for giving me advice.”

“First I will cry, then I will make a scene, then I will hang myself. If the Three Pure Ones do not recognize me as their brother, then I will stay in Kunlun Mountain and not leave.”

“Hahaha, this is called social etiquette. In two words: mastery!”

As soon as these words came out.

The other witch ancestors, Kunpeng Patriarch, and Taoist Hongyun all burst into laughter. “This silly boy actually believed it!”

“Hahaha, but if he can really do it, even if the Three Pure Ones have a heart as hard as stone, I’m afraid it would be difficult for them to refuse this friendship!”

“How can we go to Kunlun empty-handed this time?”

“Although my Wu clan possesses top-grade innate spiritual treasures, we don’t have any top-grade treasures!”

“Brothers and sisters, as well as fellow Daoists Kunpeng and Hongyun, why don’t you give me a hand?”

Dijiang has made up his mind and is determined to go to Kunlun.

As for the gifts for visiting the Three Pure Ones, they still need careful consideration.

We must neither damage the foundation of the witch clan, nor appear too stingy.

Dijiang found it difficult to take out the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, and thought secretly in his heart.

For a moment, everyone discussed and expressed their opinions.

However, after thinking for a long time, the other ancestor witches all looked embarrassed, as if they had no solution.

Seeing this situation, Taoist Hongyun sighed softly, spread his hands, and said with a smile:

“My fellow Taoist ancestors, your imaginations are still too limited!”

“The Three Pure Ones are the incarnations of the great god Pangu’s primordial spirit. Their understanding and primordial spirit are naturally extraordinary, but their physical bodies may not be comparable to yours.”

“Why not let each ancestor witch donate a drop of their own life essence blood as a gift to the Three Pure Ones?”

“As for the top-grade innate spiritual treasures that you have collected, offer them as well to show your sincerity.”

“Whether they care about the value of the gift or not, their sincerity has been fully demonstrated!”

“I feel that the Three Pure Ones will never tear their faces apart over this and refuse this kindness of establishing brotherhood.”

Since Hong Yun got rid of the shackles of cause and effect karma, he has completely indulged himself without any restraint.

In addition, he became a close friend of the old fox Kunpeng, and the two of them were in cahoots and colluded with each other.

It is naturally easy to cheat others.

“Fellow Daoist Hongyun, I really admire this kind of conspiracy!”

Kunpeng and he had their arms around each other’s shoulders, and for a moment, the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

The two looked at each other and understood each other.

Only Zhen Yuanzi, who was far away on Qiankun Island, didn’t know their plan.

Otherwise, he would definitely smile bitterly and sigh: “There is really no love!”

“Thank you, Fellow Taoist Hongyun.”

“In this case, it’s time to bleed, hehehe.”

Dijiang lowered his voice, with a hint of anticipation in his words.

The next moment, he cut open his chest without hesitation, and a drop of his own blood flew out from his heart, powerful and boundless, exuding the laws of space and majestic blood energy.

“The essence of the witch’s blood contains much more life essence than this poor Taoist!”

“I believe that if the Three Pure Ones saw this, they would definitely not have no reaction.”

“Perhaps, the essence and blood of the twelve witch ancestors can be combined together and return to their origin, condensing into a drop of Pangu’s essence and blood.”

“With such temptation, I don’t believe that I can’t seduce the Three Pure Ones.”

Ancestor Kunpeng smiled proudly.

Not long after, twelve drops of his lifeblood floated in the air, absorbing the evil spirits of heaven and earth.

It runs along a strange trajectory, emitting the power of laws.

That ultimate rhyme of Taoism made Patriarch Kunpeng and Taoist Hongyun feel disturbed.

The two of them swallowed their saliva involuntarily. The essence and blood of the Ancestral Witch was quite tempting to them.

“Qiangliang, follow me to Kunlun Mountain!”

“Let Zhu Jiuyin take charge of the affairs of the witch clan. I also hope that fellow Taoists Kunpeng and Hongyun can assist us and prevent the witch ancestors from causing any trouble!”

Dijiang gave the instructions solemnly, then collected his essence and blood, and pulled Qiangliang out of Pangu Temple.

Whether this trip can reconcile with the Three Pure Ones and establish brotherhood depends on this time.

(End of this chapter)