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The Twelve Ancestral Witches still have their tasks to complete. Although they haven't established a Witch Clan, the necessary procedures still apply. As for the later mythological stories, the Witch Clan will still need to provide personnel. However, it's really not a big problem; anyone can easily provide one.

After the sermon at Zixiao Palace, Han Zifeng followed Nuwa and Fuxi to Zixiao Palace to play. Not for any other reason than to watch the spectacle. Sure enough, the Three Pure Ones were seated: Nuwa occupied one seat, Fuxi didn't, Zifeng didn't sit down either, followed by Kunpeng and Hongyun.

Seeing Jieyin and Zhunti approaching, shamelessly whining, Zifeng was the first to retort: ​​"Stop complaining about being poor. We didn't bomb the West. If you're late, just stand aside. What nonsense are you spouting?"

At Daotong Station, everyone knew that this girl had a bad temper. Suddenly, a big yellow-faced man appeared next to Zifeng: "Sister, of the two Western Saints, at least one should be left."

Zi Feng scoffed, "These ungrateful scoundrels are no match for Kunpeng. They deserve to bully honest people, right? Let these two have it, or else we'd call in the Di Jun brothers. They borrowed money, what right do they have?!"

Yellow-faced man: "But..."

Zi Feng drew her sword: "Either I chop them up right now and I'll take the blame, or you can go to the door and stand there and listen."

Just as Jieyin and Zhunti were about to say something, they sensed a kind of impending calamity. Zifeng retorted, "You two are only half-baked. You'd better get lost. How many monks are there in the world? It depends on how much I'm willing to spend."

Jieyin was immediately enraged: "Who do you think you are?"

Zi Feng calmly replied, "The bald man's inner demons, as long as you guide them, whether they live or die is up to me." She glared at him, and the guide felt a curse force retaliating.

The guide was horrified: "You..."

Zi Feng chuckled sinisterly, "Ha, I have a grudge against you bald bastards. Even if I die and my soul vanishes, you bunch of wicked, smoking bald heads won't have an easy time. I'm just afraid you won't do anything worthwhile. All of you monks have been cursed, you know. You're dreaming if you mess with me. Get out of here."

What could Jieyin and Zhunti say? "Get out of here obediently." Their eyes were filled with venomous resentment, but they discovered that the more resentful they were, the more their divine power was depleted. Zifeng couldn't help but complain, "You don't even know the Heart Sutra? Your mentality isn't very good."

Nuwa covered her face, and Fuxi, standing nearby, turned his head away, pretending not to see anything. What could he do? When it came to monks, his sister always had the final say. Even Heaven was helpless; if this sister got too angry, things would be in trouble at Zixiao Palace today.

As a result, Jieyin and Zhunti could only stand awkwardly at the door listening to the lecture. Zifeng thought for a moment and then said to Hongyun and Kunpeng, "Hongyun, although you have good fortune, your character is not good. You should think twice about this futon."

Hongyun touched her nose and asked awkwardly, "What about Zhen Yuanzi?"

Zi Feng replied, "Well, he doesn't have enough of a chance. Instead of wasting your time thinking about it, you might as well just sell the seat. The karma will be offset by that magic item, and it'll save you the trouble of those two idiots not even giving you anything."

Hongyun, known for being easy to talk to, actually managed to sell his goods, leaving everyone speechless. Zifeng, without further ado, said, "This is a chance to become a saint. Small forces and rogue immortals shouldn't come looking for trouble. Our powerful gods aren't reasonable." Suddenly, he paused and asked, "Where's the Styx River?"

A strangely-looking person said, "The Ancestor didn't come; he's in seclusion."

Zi Feng was surprised: "The Asura race? Do they still look so...unpleasant?" The veins on the man's forehead throbbed. However, he still summoned the Styx River, which arrived relatively quickly, appearing at the entrance of Zixiao Palace and asking curiously, "What's the matter?"

Zifeng calmly replied, "When you're listening to the lecture, you sit where Hongyun is. Similarly, with your little treasure, buying a seat is better than those two shameless bastards."

Styx looked at Jieyin and Zhunti, then decisively rummaged through his pockets and took out some similar items. Hongyun, on the other hand, wasn't picky and happily offered him a seat. They then went to Zhenyuanzi's side, their main goal being to stir up some excitement.

Kunpeng was relatively confident, after all, she was known for her speed. Few could catch her, so it was normal for her to hold out. Besides, she was, after all, a member of the demon race, so Dijun and Taiyi wouldn't stand idly by; things could still turn around.

Seeing that they had reached an agreement on their own, the Ancestor of Heaven and Earth began to preach, turning a blind eye to some of their actions. And indeed, different Dao-mergering practitioners preached completely different Daos.

However, cultivating the Dao is still quite troublesome, but compared to severing the Three Corpses, comprehending the Dao is still the most reliable. Everyone would rather the cultivation of the Dao be more difficult, hoping to cultivate a righteous path.

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Fuxi all knew their own Dao, but for others, it was a different story. Since things had already progressed this far, Zifeng decided to give Kunpeng a chance, transmitting his voice to Kunpeng: "Check your comprehension speed." Kunpeng glanced at Zifeng, nodded, and tried to fine-tune his direction of comprehension. Zifeng thought for a moment and added, "Well, here's another direction for you." Kunpeng nodded again.

After preaching for three thousand years, they each went back to their own paths of enlightenment, seeking their own path, which was far more targeted than the Three Corpses Path. Enlightening one's own path was relatively simpler and easier to begin. The problem was, while it was easy to begin, truly attaining sainthood still depended on luck.

Take Styx for example. If it weren't for her meddling, Styx would have had to take it one step at a time if she wanted to advance further. But now, the focus is on comprehending one's own path. So, how far one can cultivate depends entirely on one's own talent.

After the lecture at Zixiao Palace, it's worth noting that everyone showed improvement, which pleased Zifeng. However, over the years, quite a few people had come looking for trouble, but nothing good ever came of it. After all, Zifeng used his magic power to fight back; playing around is fine, but don't joke about your cultivation level.

The Three Thousand Red Dust Travelers also realized one thing: Black Nuwa is truly not to be trifled with, and the Nuwa clan is best off not acting rashly, as accidents can easily happen.

Without any proactive action, life went on peacefully. Nuwa, having nothing to do, began to mold clay into humans, and Houtu also began to think about reincarnation. Zifeng happily invited Houtu and others to the Nuwa clan's territory to watch Nuwa create humans.

After years of worshipping Pangu, a statue of Pangu now exists in the Ancestral Witch Temple, and he can even communicate with everyone. With Pangu's information, finding any resources they want is quite easy. Therefore, the Three Pure Ones and the Ancestral Witches are now excessively powerful, especially after they have fully refined the Jade Marrow.