Chapter 3: The Nine Dragon Sons, the shock of the twelve Ancestral Witches

Shebishi actually didn't care about any little gadget at all, but since Thirteenth Brother had said so, he would wait and see what it was.

Now the Witch Clan had not yet emerged, and the current members of the Witch Clan were only these thirteen, so everyone was in the Pangu Hall. Pan Huang quickly found Houtu, who was practicing by the blood pool.

The reason Shebishi said Houtu would have artifact-refining materials or magic treasures was because among the twelve Ancestral Witches, only Houtu had gone out to travel. She had even been to the Zixiao Palace, but because she had no primordial spirit, she couldn't understand Hongjun's Way at all, and in the end, she could only return to Mount Buzhou.

"Seventh Sister, I heard from Twelfth Brother that you have artifact-refining materials and magic treasures here? I'd like to take some," Pan Huang said to Houtu.

"How much do you want?" Houtu asked.

"Just take whatever."

"I don't have much either. When I was in the Primordial World, I just collected some randomly. I'll give them all to you," Houtu said with a smile.

Then, with a flip of her palm, a few pitch-black stones and a few low-grade acquired spiritual treasures appeared in her hand.

"Many thanks, Seventh Sister," Pan Huang said with a smile after putting the things away.

"We are brothers of the same family, no need for more words."

"Hmm!" Pan Huang nodded.

After getting the things, he sat down on the ground right there and took out the pitch-black stones to examine them.

"Iron Mother Essence Gold, average. If this were after the Primordial World shattered, these would definitely be top-tier artifact-refining materials, but now? If thrown on the ground, probably no one would want them," Pan Huang said in his heart.

After complaining, a layer of gray mist appeared on Pan Huang's hands. Seeing this mist, the twelve Ancestral Witches frowned in unison.

Because they actually felt a trace of danger from this gray mist. It seemed that the law Thirteenth Brother comprehended was not simple.

After a few breaths, the Iron Mother Essence Gold melted. The melted Iron Mother Essence Gold quickly formed nine pitch-black beads the size of marbles under Pan Huang's control, and silver patterns appeared on the beads.

After about a quarter of an hour, Pan Huang finished refining the artifacts, which surprised Houtu greatly: "Thirteenth Brother, you're done already?"

"Yeah, does refining artifacts take a long time?" Pan Huang asked.

"Uh!" Hearing Pan Huang's question, Houtu was speechless. When she traveled the Primordial World, she had also heard about artifact refining; it always required a long time to prepare and a long time to refine. She didn't expect it to be as simple as eating and drinking for Thirteenth Brother.

"Twelfth Brother, this is the little gadget I mentioned. It's for you," Pan Huang threw the Nine Dragon Sons he had refined to Shebishi.

"Yo, a low-grade acquired spiritual treasure, but I can't use it!" Shebishi said helplessly.

"Drop your blood on it, then use your magic power to refine it."

"Really?"

"It must be real."

Hearing Pan Huang's words, Shebishi didn't hesitate to cut his palm and then grabbed all the Nine Dragon Sons in his palm. As he refined them, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"How is it? How is it?" Zhurong, seeing this, asked quickly.

Shebishi didn't speak, but opened his hand, and the Nine Dragon Sons floated directly in front of him. He used facts to prove Pan Huang's ability to the other Ancestral Witches.

"It's done, it's really done." Dijiang, seeing this scene, had excited light flickering in his eyes.

The other Ancestral Witches were the same; this simply overturned their understanding of magic treasures.

"Twelfth Brother, try it out," Pan Huang smiled.

"Good!" Shebishi nodded.

"I'll be your sparring partner," Gonggong immediately jumped out.

"This is the Nine Dragon Sons refined by Thirteenth Brother, named after the nine sons of the Ancestral Dragon. The first one, Qiuniu," Shebishi said.

The next second, a strange fluctuation radiated from the Qiuniu bead. The Ancestral Witches raised their eyebrows; this was actually a sound attack, and it was very hidden.

"Yazi!"

Instantly, countless sword shadows appeared from the void and slashed at Gonggong, leaving countless white marks on his body.

"Chaofeng!"

A breeze blew, and Gonggong immediately frowned. He raised his hand, and a small wound appeared on his arm. Although it healed in an instant, this Chaofeng bead indeed broke his defense. The other Ancestral Witches also widened their eyes in surprise.

"Pulao!"

A translucent circular protective shield appeared on Gonggong and Shebishi. This was a skill that could be used to trap people and defend.

"Suanni!"

Instantly, smoke appeared around Gonggong, and a sizzling sound was heard. This was the sound of corrosion. Gonggong shook his whole body, and the mist dissipated.

"Baxia!"

Suddenly, a huge bead appeared above Gonggong's head and smashed directly at him. He held up the bead with one hand, a satisfied look on his face. It seemed the power of this Baxia bead was not small.

"Bian!"

The ability of Bian was somewhat similar to Pulao, but Pulao was just for trapping people, while Bian also carried a very strong illusion attack while trapping people.

"Fuxi!"

For a time, the Fuxi bead turned into a pitch-black dragon-shaped chain that wrapped directly around Gonggong's body and kept tightening. Gonggong shook slightly, and the chain broke.

"Chiwen!"

The next second, a light shield appeared on Shebishi's body, the same as when Pulao was activated.

"Pulao's protection can only defend against physical attacks and spell-type attacks, but it cannot defend against curses or mental attacks. However, this Chiwen protective shield can," Shebishi explained.

"Hahaha, good, good! Very good, Thirteenth Brother is indeed the lucky star of our Wu Clan," Dijiang laughed loudly.

"Twelfth Brother, there's more. My Nine Dragon Sons have another function," Pan Huang said with a smile.

"Right, right, right, I almost forgot," Shebishi slapped his forehead.

The next second, the rest of the Ancestral Witches opened their mouths wide and widened their eyes, because nine strange beasts with different expressions appeared before them. These strange beasts were the nine sons of the Ancestral Dragon. In the perception of Dijiang and the others, these nine actually all had soul fluctuations.

"Greetings, Master, greetings, Ancestral Witches, greetings, Father God," the Nine Dragon Sons bowed to the twelve Ancestral Witches and Pan Huang.

"They have intelligence, very complete intelligence," Zhujiuyin said.

"Yes, this is the power of the fusion of the Law of Souls and the Law of Artifacts. This is the most powerful part, because they have complete intelligence, they have infinite possibilities. If cultivated well, it is not impossible to achieve an innate supreme treasure," Pan Huang said with a smile.

Hiss—

The twelve Ancestral Witches gasped. Terrifying, this Thirteenth Brother was simply too terrifying. If this was really the case, then the future of their Wu Clan! They didn't dare to think, they didn't dare to think!

"I have decided, it is time for the Wu Clan to emerge. As the children of Father God, this Primordial World should rightfully be our world," Dijiang said very seriously.

"Good!" Dijiang's words were approved by everyone.

"Hmm? Someone is heading straight for Mount Buzhou," Zhujiuyin said at this time.

"Let's go, let's go take a look." Zhurong was impatient and walked out immediately.

Dijiang and the others looked at each other and followed closely behind. Pan Huang naturally had to follow as well.

Soon, everyone gathered in a valley. On the cliff in this valley, a gourd vine was emitting a faint fluorescent light.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 4 =====