The young man followed him in, placing a box on the table. The box emanated a vibrant, life-giving aura. As he opened the box, he said:
“Master has already refined the remains of Uncle Jumang’s body. This is his essence core. He was the Ancestral Witch of Wood, and Wood helps Fire to grow. It will be of great help to you in healing your injuries. I have refined it for you.”
The childish voice said fiercely, "I don't want to!"
“I’m not here to ask for your opinion,” Yi said calmly. “This is a notification. You can protest if you want. At worst, I’ll ask my master to seal your mind again, and I’ll personally help you repair it.”
Tong Gong, sitting on the table, slumped down in anger, bowstring drooping, not wanting to pay him any attention.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a shaman who looked like a hydra squeezed in. Upon seeing the situation inside, he immediately burst into laughter.
"Yi, it's just a bow, you can't even subdue it? Just hang it up and beat it up! Women—women deserve to be beaten, or you could force yourself on her and see if she listens!"
The great shaman who came was named Xiang Liu, and he was one of the most powerful second-generation great shamans. Judging from his appearance, he might have some blood relation to the Nine-Headed Serpent Clan, but after being awakened by the bloodline of the shaman clan, he became a great shaman in every sense of the word.
He was a subject of the ancestral witch Gonggong, who caused floods by spewing water, devoured countless people, and turned every place he went into a swamp.
Yi asked, "What are you doing here?"
"Oh dear, it's all because of my great ancestor Gonggong—he's fighting with great ancestor Zhurong again! We can't go to war with the demon race right now, there's nowhere to vent our anger, and there's too much infighting within the clan! Great ancestor Gonggong and great ancestor Zhurong are arguing every three days and having a big fight every nine days, it's driving me crazy."
As the nine-headed serpent complained, Tong Su did indeed feel the earth shaking and fighting noises outside. However, few people in the Wu tribe cared about it. After all, they were fierce and warlike, and when they had no enemies, they would fight within their own tribe.
It would be strange if the great shamans stopped fighting one day.
Yi grew impatient and turned to take the essence core, gesturing as he discussed how to best repair the Crimson Bow: "I am from the lineage of the Great Ancestor Dijiang. I have no interest in the affairs of your two lineages."
"I'm just here to ask you, are you really not considering joining us? Ancestor Jumang is dead, and Ancestor Qiangliang's younger sister, Jiufeng, has absorbed Ancestor Jumang's power and is now a powerhouse second only to the Twelve Ancestral Witches!"
The nine-headed snake twisted its body and leaned closer, solicitously persuading, "Give her some time; maybe she can even replace Ancestor Jumang! You're much more powerful than the previous Nine Phoenixes. If we join forces to destroy Ancestor Zhurong, maybe you can too—"
"Not interested."
"You—" Xiang Liu's face showed dissatisfaction. "Yes, it's true that you are the disciple of Emperor Jiang, but your strengths are not compatible, and you cannot inherit his power. Don't you really want to think about your own future? Or do you think that having this bow is enough?"
He looked at Tong Su and mocked loudly, "A broken bow! You went through all that trouble to collect materials to repair it, and she doesn't even appreciate it! Our Wu clan despises the demon race, and many of us secretly wish we could find a chance to kill her completely. Why are you still protecting her?!"
Yi turned around, his brows furrowed tightly: "Get out!"
"Huh? You're not going to kick me out for her sake, are you?"
No matter how much Xiang Liu jumped around and cursed, Yi resolutely kicked him out. Xiang Liu was so angry that his nine heads turned black, and he blocked Yi's door and cursed loudly. Yi slammed the door shut, pretending that he wasn't there.
A phantom image of a little bean sprouted on the red bow, its round eyes staring at him: "Hey, what do you mean by this? He's right, I've already broken it off. You don't need to lock me up anymore, and you don't need to fix me, right?"
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