Chapter 68 Dark Waves
Upon receiving the message, the Deity of Destiny, Ming Jiu, felt that this time seemed different from the past.
He was about to go back and take a look when Xi Tong, who was beneath him, clung to him tightly: "Lord Ming Jiu, are you leaving already?"
"I can't bear to part with you. What will I do if you leave?"
After saying this, Xi Tong knelt down and wept bitterly.
Ming Jiu quickly hugged the tearful Mei Xiu and said, "Don't cry. I won't go back. I'll stay here with you."
“Yes,” Meixiu said, her eyes still filled with tears. She raised her hand to pick up a glass of wine, her smile as sweet as a flower with morning dew. “How fortunate Xitong is to have your favor, sir.”
Ming Jiu, holding Mei Xiu in his arms, took a sip and said, "Ah, if only Her Majesty would release you and come with me..."
Xi Tong wrapped her arms around Ming Jiu's neck and raised her delicate hand to stop him from speaking.
She traced His eyes and said softly, "My lord is joking again. I have made a mistake, and it is already Your Majesty's mercy that I have spared my life. I have no regrets in this life for being able to meet you here."
With beautiful women and fine wine by his side, he was so happy that he forgot all about home.
In the Lich Clan, Elder Wu Xuan, who had a group of clan members killed by the newly crowned Demon Emperor Zhan Shi, dared not speak out in anger and was extremely frustrated.
Among the boys who died this time was his child, whom he had finally conceived; now he has no male heir.
He wanted to question the Temple of War, but in the end he loosened his fist and made no move.
He walked dejectedly into the deepest secret chamber, sat on the steps, and stared blankly at the nine corpses of his ancestors.
While intermarriage with outsiders did provide a lifeline for the Wu tribe, it also brought irreparable drawbacks.
At first, it was good; they could easily acquire the talents and skills of multiple races and learn the knowledge of multiple races, the only cost being a shorter lifespan.
However, by the fourth generation of liches, an even greater drawback emerged: they began to experience difficulty in producing offspring.
Nowadays, many of their clan members are unable to have children.
They didn't know if they could still call themselves the Witch Clan; anyway, outsiders called them the Lich Clan.
They mobilized local indigenous people to fill the manpower gap within their tribe, but it was still not enough.
Their decline is already evident, and their demise is only a matter of time.
Wufei summoned the remaining eight elders to the ancestral tomb for a meeting.
"Gentlemen, I wish to bring back the bloodline of the remnant clan deep within."
"Elder brother! No!" The second and third elders shouted in unison to stop them.
The Second Elder, Wuqi, even more agitated, shook his beard and objected, "Brother, let's not even talk about whether any of them are alive or not."
Even if there were any, we're all grown up like this now, we might as well use our ancestors to fight those greedy guys in the heavenly palaces to the death.
The Witchfin has the blood of multiple races mixed in its body, with a fish head and beast ears; it's truly a miracle that it could be born.
The Third Elder, Wu Zi, was no less impressive. He had a human face, but a single horn, and four hooves and two hands.
The Fourth Elder and even the Ninth Elder agreed, and they even looked like shamans.
After one round of voting, with seven in favor and two against, the decision to bring back the bereaved family was made, as the minority yielded to the majority.
Wufei remained seated on the steps, looking at Wuqi and Wuqi and saying, "Second brother, third brother, we can't decide what we look like, but the blood in our veins can't be faked."
"If the bereaved family doesn't recognize us, then we'll talk about it again. Maybe, as you said, they're gone."
The next day, Wuxuan handed over the responsibilities of the tribe to Wuqi, and took only the sixth elder, Wuyue, a half-breed of Wuyu, with him, and embarked on a journey to find the remaining tribe.
The storm was brewing, but the creatures hiding in the ancient seal were completely unaware. They continued to work at dawn and rest at dusk.
Except for the horned jade.
Although his treasures still seemed plentiful, his precious items were about to run out.
He was used to a life of luxury, and now that he was only spending money and not earning any, he felt very uneasy.
If he had been more frugal, he could have lived longer, but he couldn't.
Having witnessed countless banquets that lasted a year at the Temple of War, he felt that his daily meals of two dishes each day, twelve dishes in total, were already quite simple.
Ji Rong, Ji Zhuang, and Gu Qingqing gained weight and filled many empty jade boxes with spiritual food.
Although the effect is generally poor, it is still food rich in spiritual energy. When cultivation was difficult, I had even eaten low-level kitchen waste for many years, so I naturally did not reject such high-level leftovers.
The ancient witch clan's cultivation level continued to rise because they received scraps from the dragon from time to time.
The Vermilion Fruit that A-Xiao obtained was forcibly stuffed into Wu Yue's mouth, which made Wu Yue, who originally looked old and seemed like he could die at any moment, turn his hair black and straighten his back.
Gu Qingqing, Ji Rong, and Ji Zhuang privately remarked that the old man would live at least another ten years.
Ji Rong was heartbroken. That Vermilion Fruit should have been theirs. What a stingy dragon!
Ji Rong wanted to go back to live there because the hole they had just dug was really narrow.
But Gu Qingqing and Ji Zhuang disagreed, they both felt that they could eat more if they stayed here; Ji Rong thought about it for a while and finally decided to give up the accommodation for the time being for the sake of her stomach.
That morning, Jiao Jue, who had been counting treasures all night without sleeping, woke up Ji Zhuang, who was sleeping outside, with a flick of his tail, and made him call Ji Rong and Feng Qing to discuss matters.
Finally, Ji Rong, Gu Qingqing, Ji Zhuang, and Feng Qing arrived. They sat down on the tree trunk and waited for Jiao Jue to speak.
“Let’s go out and search for treasure,” said Jiao Jue. “My injuries have healed.”
"I'm not going," Ji Rong said, shaking her head.
With a "snap," Jiao Jue lashed out at Ji Rong with a tree branch.
"Go. Go, go," Ji Rong quickly changed her mind.
Ji Rong, along with Feng Qing, Ji Zhuang, Gu Qingqing, and Jiao Jue, returned to the seal. She activated her spiritual energy to instantly enlarge her body, then made a few grasping motions before heading over.
Just as my body was about to sink into the seal, I heard a loud "bang" from behind, like the sound of ceramic shattering.
"Retreat quickly, Ji Rong!" Gu Qingqing commanded anxiously.
Upon hearing this, Ji Rong felt a chill run down her spine and quickly retreated. Looking behind her, she saw that Feng Qing was convulsing as if he were about to shatter.
Gu Qingqing quickly took out the essence blood of all races given to her by Jiao Jue to repair Feng Qing.
Repairing, stitching, and repairing again took Gu Qingqing a whole day and half the night.
After finishing the last stroke, Gu Qingqing fell asleep without even putting down the feathers she was drawing. She was exhausted and desperately needed rest.
Looking at himself, now fully recovered, Feng Qing let out a long sigh and said, "The time is not yet ripe."
Jiao Jue squinted and asked Feng Qing what was going on. Feng Qing raised his eyelids and replied, "I am neither a living thing nor an inanimate object now, and I cannot withstand the power of time left behind by the ancient great witch."
If it were forcibly broken through, it would likely scatter and return to the world, ceasing to exist.
"But don't worry, I heard the call of the ancient shaman. When the time comes, we will be able to leave naturally."
This statement was vague and incoherent, and no matter how much more Feng Qing was asked, he couldn't answer. He simply told him to wait.
Unable to escape, the horned jasper had no choice but to return to living in the tree. He counted his treasures and, with tears in his eyes, changed each meal to eight dishes.
With abundant spiritual nourishment, Ji Zhuang never fell ill again.
With nothing to do during the day, they followed the advice of the shaman and studied with Adu and Axiao with the shaman clan.
Now that he was in better spirits, Wu Yue personally taught them.
Ji Rong thought that the witch clan's methods were like what she had learned in the Desolate Sea City, all of them were poisonous, but she never expected that here she would have to start by learning to write.
So Ji Rong, Ji Zhuang, and Gu Qingqing followed Wu Yue to learn the Wu tribe's script every day.
Wu Yue taught in great detail, teaching them a sentence and then having them read it aloud. Once they could read it, he would explain its meaning.
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