Chapter 29: The Demon Saint Who Was Almost Angered to Death

At this moment, Guiche was nearly angered to death by Houtu! Not only had she seized his offspring for the sake of a mere ant who had yet to become an immortal, but she had also fought him until the heavens went dark! Now, she had even summoned other Ancestral Witches to deal with him together!

In his view, this was simply an insult! The more Guiche thought about it, the angrier he became, even suspecting whether these Ancestral Witches had holes in their spirits. Wait, it seemed Ancestral Witches had no spirits at all!

That explained it!

Yet, with Xuanming about to arrive, no matter how furious Guiche was, he could only suppress his emotions as much as possible.

He turned his head and roared at the group of equally dumbfounded subordinates behind him: "What are you still looking at! Retreat, all of you, retreat!"

After saying this, he hurriedly accelerated his own retreat.

However, while retreating, his divine sense produced a Treasure Mirror, which manifested an image.

That image remained locked onto Houtu's side, specifically locked onto the Stone Palace that Houtu had previously hidden.

At this time, because the Immortal Ascension Tribulation had descended, the Stone Palace had lost its concealment effect and was revealed.

Guiche wanted to see exactly what kind of fellow could make Houtu risk a world-shattering battle with him, a Demon Saint of the Heavenly Court, and even summon other Ancestral Witches to protect them! Regarding this, the powerful members of the Demon Race around Guiche were also filled with curiosity.

Because, as far as they knew, members of the Wu Clan were born at the level of "immortals" and did not need to undergo an Immortal Ascension Tribulation like those low-level members of the Demon Race.

Then who could this fellow be, whom Houtu was protecting? And under their watchful eyes, they saw that not long after they left, Ancestral Witch Xuanming had indeed appeared on the battlefield.

As soon as she appeared, she domineeringly unleashed an Ice Sealing Ten Thousand Miles, causing many of the Demon Race to tremble with fear.

Especially those Mysterious Immortals and Golden Immortals! At this distance of several thousand miles, they could still feel the chill, showing just how terrifying it was! Sure enough, they soon saw from the image that the Demon Race army—the subordinates of Guiche's grandson, who had previously been suppressed by Houtu on the stone mountain—were now swept up by this terrifying cold wave and frozen directly into ice sculptures!

Fortunately, they had run fast; otherwise, they feared they would have been frozen to death or severely injured! And just as the Demon Race subordinates under Guiche were lingering in fear, they suddenly saw that Houtu had also made a move.

But the purpose of her move was clearly to bless the Stone Palace with a layer of earthy-yellow Law Divine Light to resist the cold air radiating from Xuanming.

This was clearly to protect the person inside the Stone Palace!

Thinking about it, Xuanming's terrifying cold air was something even Golden Immortals were wary of, let alone a mere creature who had not yet become an immortal! But precisely because they saw Houtu protecting the Stone Palace so fiercely, even blocking Xuanming who had come to pursue them, they became even more curious about the person inside.

It was just a pity that the Stone Palace, formed by Houtu using her Supernatural Power of Law to gather Earthly Fiend Power, could not be probed by divine sense, even by Guiche.

Therefore, they could only wait nervously for the fellow inside the Stone Palace to reveal themselves.

Who could it possibly be?

Not to mention Guiche and his Demon Race subordinates, even Ancestral Witch Xuanming, who had just arrived, was also very curious at this moment.

She looked at Houtu in confusion and asked, "Little sister, what is going on with that Stone Palace?"

Houtu said, "That is a friend I just met."

Hearing this, Xuanming was immediately even more astonished: "How did you become friends with a creature of the Great Desolation who hasn't even become an immortal?"

Houtu did not explain much, only smiling slightly and saying, "It's a long story, sister. Let's sit down and eat some meat while we talk!" After saying this, she waved her hand and retrieved the corpses of the Demon Race members she had just killed from the land frozen by Xuanming.

After these Demon Race members were killed, their physical bodies naturally reverted to their original forms.

And ever since she learned that roasted meat was so delicious, Houtu now cherished these precious ingredients very much.

However, just as she was preparing to process the ingredients and invite Xuanming to eat roasted meat together, she discovered that after being frozen by Xuanming, the beast meat was very difficult to handle.

She frowned and said to Xuanming, "Sister, can you please thaw these ingredients first?"

Xuanming felt her actions were becoming increasingly strange, but she still followed her request and thawed the beast corpses.

Only then was Houtu satisfied; she returned to the campfire she had protected earlier and began to show off her skills, roasting the beast meat.

Xuanming kept her eyes on the Stone Palace, watching as the Tribulation Cloud above it grew more and more intense, with the Heavenly Tribulation about to descend.

She couldn't help but ask, "Sister, can that friend of yours handle the Heavenly Tribulation?"

Houtu glanced at the Stone Palace and said, "It should be fine!"

She was now convinced that Lu Yun was the Human Race member chosen and cultivated by Nuwa, so he should have enough things on him to deal with the Heavenly Tribulation! Otherwise, if he couldn't even withstand the Immortal Ascension Tribulation, how could Lu Yun lead the Human Race to develop?

Xuanming wanted to ask something else, but suddenly smelled a strange fragrance and couldn't help but feel refreshed: "What is this fragrance?"

Soon, she discovered that the fragrance was emanating from the beast meat Houtu was roasting in her hands.

Xuanming said with an astonished face, "Isn't this just the meat of an ordinary wild ox? How can it be so fragrant?"

Houtu smiled slightly and said, "Of course, it's because I added seasoning to it."

Seeing the fragrance growing stronger, Xuanming couldn't care about asking more and hurriedly said, "Quick, let me taste it! I didn't expect you to be able to make such delicious food!"

Houtu refused with a serious face: "No, the meat isn't roasted through yet, the flavor isn't at its most perfect, it can't be eaten."

This was the insight she had summarized after repeatedly trying to roast meat herself while Lu Yun was in seclusion.

Xuanming was a bit anxious and said, "Why can't it be eaten? Didn't we eat it raw before?"

Houtu said solemnly, "That was in the past. From now on, our Wu Clan will eat roasted meat!"

Xuanming really didn't understand why she was suddenly fussing over this, and said somewhat gloomily, "But this wild ox should be a Golden Immortal, right? Using this kind of mortal fire, when will it ever be roasted through?"

Houtu only then realized this point; she knitted her brows and muttered, "If only Brother Zhurong were here."

Hearing this, Xuanming seemed to think of something, suddenly looked up in a certain direction, and said, "Look, isn't he here?"

Houtu looked up and sure enough, saw a fiery red stream of light in the distance, flying rapidly through the air. In an instant, it landed near them, manifesting a burly figure wreathed in flames.

It was none other than the Ancestral Witch of Fire—Zhurong! (End of chapter)