Chapter 178: Witch Gods: Boss, You Smell So Good!

Majestic myriad Dao clouds obscure the sky, brilliant thousand red mists coil around.

After the Witch Gods unveiled their banner of "Kaiming Six Witches," Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing's party happened to arrive at Kaiming Mountain.

Gazing at the towering divine mountain before them, Jumang chuckled: "My fellow Daoists, we've arrived!"

"This is our Kaiming Six Witches' cultivation ground."

As they spoke, five beams of rainbow light shot from the peak of Kaiming Mountain and landed directly before the Shanmen.

"Where is Emperor Shen Jiang? Where is Emperor Shen Jiang?"

Zhurong had a bold, fiery temperament.

Before He even touched the ground, His thunderous voice reached the ears of all the gods, shaking the void with continuous roars.

Is He overly excited—or is this a show of force? Zhu Long watched the five Witch Gods before Him, each with unfathomable aura, confirming His suspicion: this organization was immensely powerful.

【Xi Zi, are we really joining them?】 Zhu Long's instinct told Him these Witch Gods were no good—likely to get Him killed.

【Don't worry, I'm still here.】 Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing calmly transmitted a thought, calming Zhu Long.

He walked forward with a serene smile.

"Emperor Shen Jiang is here!"

Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing opened His palm, and a ruler-shaped spiritual treasure appeared.

The Witch Gods stared.

The ruler was no more than a foot long, wreathed in primordial qi, faint purple light seeping from its surface, radiating the aura of the Dao.

Endless runes flickered and vanished along its body; at its center, two primordial divine characters were engraved: Liang Tian!

Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing gazed at the Liang Tian Ruler and sighed: "This is Emperor Shen Jiang's relic. If we are to rescue Him, we must find the key through this object."

"No remains at all?" Seeing Hou Tu exchanged a glance with Jumang; upon receiving confirmation, Her eyes instantly brightened.

No remains? Perfect. No remains? Brilliant.

This leaves far more room for maneuver.

Upon hearing that Emperor Shen Jiang had been reduced to nothing but dust, the Witch Gods grew even more agitated.

"So He's got no body left? I thought it was something serious!"

Zhurong laughed: "Leave the resurrection to us—we'll give you a brand-new Emperor Shen Jiang!"

"Brand-new?" Beside Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing, Zhu Long instantly caught the flaw in Zhurong's words.

Zhurong's smile froze. He hastily corrected: "Ahem… I mean, restored to perfect condition, as before!"

"I see." Zhu Long's gaze swept across the faces of the Witch Gods, then nodded slightly, asking no more.

Ask further, and He feared He wouldn't leave Kaiming Mountain alive.

Only Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing remained utterly calm throughout.

The young Witch Luo stood aside, still as cold and aloof as ever. Seeing Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing approach, He frowned: "What do you want, Daoist?"

"I'm Xi Zi. May I ask your name, Daoist?" Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing asked with a smile.

"W Luo." Witch Luo silently stepped two paces aside; He felt uneasy just seeing Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing.

But Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing acted as if they were old friends, pulling Witch Luo into conversation.

Witch Luo kept a stiff face, occasionally murmuring a reply.

Yet unconsciously, under Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing's relentless verbal assault, He began speaking more and more.

"Why did you come here?" Witch Luo asked.

"Of course to seek help."

Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing smiled: "Emperor Shen Jiang's body is gone. Jumang said the Kaiming Six Witches can resurrect. Naturally, we've come for the medicine."

"So you're not here to join us!" Witch Luo exhaled in relief.

"Huh? So the Kaiming Six Witches are recruiting?"

Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing seized the opportunity: "Perfect—I and Jiu Yin Daoist have nowhere to go. If you don't mind…"

"No!" Witch Luo cut Him off before He finished.

You troublemaker—who'd want you in our ranks!

Witch Luo said: "Our organization isn't that casual. No outsiders allowed—like… ummm, Zhu Rong, what are you doing?!"

Before Witch Luo could begin mocking, a giant hand clamped over His mouth.

"Don't mind Him—Witch Luo always talks like this," Zhurong chuckled at Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing.

"You said you wanted to join our organization, right? That's perfect—we're short on members!"

"Not… not…" Witch Luo struggled, making one last effort.

But Zhurong's arm was thicker than His entire body; He was held fast, kicking His tiny legs helplessly in the air.

"My apologies for the disturbance."

Renshou and Jumang came over to help, dragging the squirming young Witch Luo away.

"Come, come, let's all return to the mountain. It's impolite to keep our Daoist guests standing at the Shanmen."

On the way, Zhurong began probing into Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing's background.

He asked: "Where are you two from?" Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing replied: "I come from the North Pole Tian Gui Mountain."

"North Pole Tian Gui Mountain?" Zhurong blinked. "I've never heard of it."

Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing said: "The Attack Hong Huang is vast, with countless Dao realms. It's normal you haven't heard of it."

"My cultivation ground lies in the farthest north of the Attack Hong Huang."

"And this Daoist?" Zhurong turned to Zhu Long.

"Zhangwei Mountain." Zhu Long named a real location—he'd changed it casually when relocating, and had no fear of verification.

After the background check, Zhurong began chatting casually with the two.

From mountains, rivers, seas, to sun, moon, stars, to hunting ferocious beasts.

Zhurong was extremely talkative, nearly matching Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing's extroversion.

The other Witch Gods, meanwhile, used the information from their words to deduce who they truly were.

The result? The more they calculated, the clearer their identities became.

"Stop calculating. The more you try, the more you're led by the nose," Jumang shook His head.

"Focus on saving our boss."

Soon, they arrived beside an altar.

Seeing Hou Tu led the five Witch Gods, surrounding the Liang Tian Ruler—the relic of Shen Ni—and each held a "Elixir of Immortality," arranging the formation according to the Six Directions.

"Activate the formation!"

Moments later, celestial tones echoed, Dao light danced, boundless black qi coalesced, thick and vast, filling the surrounding void with an utterly terrifying aura.

CRACK!!

Thunder exploded; terrifying lightning spread, purple dragons and silver serpents writhing across the earth, instantly converging into rivers and lakes of lightning.

All phenomena shifted violently; mountains trembled, earth shook.

Thunder rolled; stars and constellations shifted.

Zhu Long stood beside Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing, gaping in shock at the apocalyptic scene before Him.

"Is this really meant to save someone?" He doubted the Kaiming Six Witches' professionalism.

"Probably."

Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing said uncertainly; even He thought the Kaiming Six Witches were highly irregular.

The terrifying phenomena continued, endless lightning relentlessly striking the altar's center.

At that moment, Seeing Hou Tu pulled out a doll-like object.

It resembled a yellow pouch, red as burning cinnabar, with six legs and four wings, formless and faceless.

Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing studied it closely—it felt familiar.

Almost like a figurine from Jing Yao's "Creation Cottage."

Another wave of divine thunder descended, its crushing pressure making Zhu Long's heart race.

"Chaos Divine Thunder?" Zhu Long didn't even know what to say anymore.

He saw Seeing Hou Tu pour a single pill from the "Elixir of Immortality" vial.

Instantly, primordial spiritual qi surged like a vast tide; threads of Creation Divine Light triggered the celestial chains of cosmic order, the Wheel of Creation turning endlessly, generating infinite transformations.

"Huh? This pill looks familiar too!" Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing's lip twitched.

Wasn't this the Supreme Creation Pill forged by Jing Yao?

Seeing Hou Tu hadn't even taken it—she'd saved it until now!

At that moment, Xiang Xiang Xiang Xuanqing began worrying about Shen Ni's safety.

Could He even survive?

Of course He could!

"Soul, return!"

The Kaiming Six Witches infused the pill into the new "Emperor Shen Jiang's" body.

Soon, the phenomena faded; flowers, grass, and trees flourished, exuding rich, fragrant aromas.

And the source of this fragrance? The red fleshy orb at the altar's center.

Shen Ni's consciousness slowly awakened.

"Where's my…?"

The Witch Gods surged forward, overflowing with enthusiasm.

"Boss, you smell so good… No, Boss, you're finally awake!"

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