When it came to serious business, all Twelve Ancestral Witches inside Pangu Hall held their breath, looking nervously at Xuanjian, terrified that he would say: “No.”
The next moment, their suspended expectations plummeted sharply—all because Xuanjian opened his mouth.
Xuanjian's expression turned complex and helpless, and he shook his head. “To tell you the truth, the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art I inherited is also incomplete.”
The moment these words left his mouth, the expectant and tense expressions on the faces of the Twelve Ancestral Witches collapsed into utter disappointment.
“Alas, when we Ancestral Witches were nurtured, we were eroded too deeply by Innate Fiend Celestial Qi and Earthly Turbid Qi, leaving us unable to birth a Primordial Spirit. We cannot comprehend the laws of heaven and earth to raise the upper limits of our own Great Dao Laws, and the inheritance method for our physical bodies is locked fast... What are we to do?”
The strategist of the Wu tribe—Zhujiuyin, the Ancestral Witch of Time—sighed in dejection.
“If all else fails, why don't I travel backward along the Long River of Time to return to the past and beg Father God for the rest of the inheritance content?”
The gestation of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was constantly accompanied by Innate Fiend Celestial Qi and Earthly Turbid Qi. Under the erosion of these two energies, the Ancestral Witches were naturally incapable of birthing a Primordial Spirit.
Only Houtu, who was born last, was affected the least, but her Primordial Spirit was so minute that it was inferior to even an Earth Immortal realm cultivator's.
It was practically useless, barely better than nothing.
Without a Primordial Spirit, the Ancestral Witches could not comprehend the laws of heaven and earth. Relying solely on their innate Great Dao Laws, reaching sixty percent completion was their absolute limit.
If they wanted seventy percent law mastery to validate their Dao as a Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal, it was an impossible pipe dream for them.
As for repairing the subsequent content of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art themselves...
The Ancestral Witches simply did not have the brains for it.
“Absolutely not.”
As soon as Zhujiuyin said this, the other Ancestral Witches immediately voiced their opposition.
Dijiang said sternly, “Traveling backward down the Long River of Time involves both Father God and the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art. The karmic entanglement from such an act would be enough to assimilate you, consigning you to eternal damnation! Absolutely not!”
“Then what else can we do?” Zhujiuyin said. “Sacrificing my single life to extend the path forward for our Wu tribe is a price worth paying.”
“You... you don't need to be so impatient.”
At this moment, Xuanjian spoke up. “Although the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art I inherited is also incomplete... it contains full six revolutions of content! One can cultivate to the Sixth Revolution of the Mysterious Art, achieving physical body sainthood, comparable to an Innate Treasure!”
Feeling that he had sufficiently teased their appetites, Xuanjian dropped a bombshell that was guaranteed to drive the Ancestral Witches wild.
Sure enough!
The moment these words were uttered, all Twelve Ancestral Witches whipped their heads around to look at Xuanjian!
Their breathing turned heavy, and their eyes shone with feverish fervor.
“Aiya, Brother Xuanjian, why didn't you say so earlier!”
Zhurong burst into a hearty laugh, walking over to throw an arm around Xuanjian's shoulder. “Six revolutions is great! Six revolutions is more than enough!”
Gonggong turned toward the very center of Pangu Hall, where a towering, majestic figure of a giant stood holding a massive axe and supporting the sky, and began to wail:
“Father God! Are we not your closest offspring? Why did our inherited Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art only contain five revolutions?!”
Dijiang strode briskly up to Xuanjian and declared solemnly, “We humbly ask Brother Xuanjian to aid our Ancestral Witches in completing the Sixth Revolution of the Mysterious Art.”
“Of course, my Wu tribe will not let Brother Xuanjian help us for nothing.”
As he spoke, Dijiang reached out his broad palm toward the side and clenched the air. Immediately, space over there began to warp and collapse until Dijiang pulled an independent small world out from the distorted void.
As soon as that small world appeared, boundless treasure aura welled forth, overflowing with ten thousand feet of shimmering light. Various Innate Auras rushed over as lines of Great Dao Laws crisscrossed within it.
Inside that small world!
It was filled entirely with Innate Items!
Sixty percent were Innate Divine Treasures, thirty percent were Innate Spiritual Roots, and the remaining ten percent... were all Innate Spiritual Treasures!
Although there were no Innate Treasures, there were several top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures!
If this were brought out to the outside world, it would be enough to trigger a chaotic battle among hundreds or thousands of Innate Deities and Daluo Golden Immortals!
How extravagantly wealthy!
Even Xuanjian, a cheater backed by a system, had his eyes practically blinded by the dazzling light of spiritual treasures bursting from that small world.
At the same time, Dijiang's tactful generosity caught Xuanjian completely off guard.
Before he had even opened his mouth, the other party was already sensibly "paying up."
“My entire Wu tribe lacks Primordial Spirits, so these Innate Divine Treasures and Innate Spiritual Treasures are of little use to us. However, our Wu tribe will not leave Innate Items for outsiders either!”
“Everything before your eyes has been collected by my Wu tribe over the years.” Dijiang waved his large hand and declared magnanimously, “Brother Xuanjian, whichever piece catches your eye, take it freely!”
“Stingy.”
Before Xuanjian could speak, Houtu huffed softly and said, “Eldest Brother, you are far too stingy. The Sixth Revolution Mysterious Art that can allow us Ancestral Witches to achieve physical body sainthood and rival Innate Treasures—how could it be compared to this garbage?”
“If you ask me, giving everything to Brother Xuanjian wouldn't even be too much.”
“We can't use them anyway.”
Houtu was indeed telling the truth.
Lacking Primordial Spirits, the Wu tribe could not wield spiritual treasures.
Most of those Innate Divine Treasures had merely been forged into crude weapons through the Wu tribe's unrefined techniques.
A complete waste of heavenly treasures.
As for Innate Spiritual Roots... to the Wu tribe, they tasted bland and uninteresting, nowhere near as satisfying as eating flesh and blood.
“Hahahahaha!”
Hearing Houtu's scolding, Dijiang wasn't annoyed in the slightest. Instead, he laughed heartily. “Right, right, right! Little Sister is absolutely right!”
“If word got out to outsiders, they would think my Wu tribe couldn't afford to pay!”
Using the Law of Space, Dijiang directly compressed that small world into a palm-sized blue cube and handed it to Xuanjian.
“Brother Xuanjian must accept this.”
“You... this...” Xuanjian put on a feigned look of difficulty, though his hands were quite honest as he took it. “How can I possibly accept all this?”
“Ah well, since it is your kind intention, Poor Daoist will refrain from refusing repeatedly.”
A massive windfall in one go!
Xuanjian now had the initial capital needed to build his chamber of commerce!
To open a chamber of commerce, the first priority was to have enough products to attract customers.
But this was still not enough!
Honghuang had no unified currency.
Most cultivators traded through barter.
But that method was far too cumbersome.
It would be much more convenient to issue currency directly.
As for the choice of currency, Xuanjian had long had an idea!
That was: the Coins of Five Virtues borne from the top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure—the Money-Shaking Gold Tree!
“I wonder whether that spiritual treasure located in Mount Zhou is the Money-Shaking Gold Tree or the Treasure-Gathering Gold Basin.”
Xuanjian pondered inwardly.
Pulling his thoughts back, Xuanjian looked at the eager, expectant eyes of the Ancestral Witches and didn't waste breath. “I shall now impart the contents of the Sixth Revolution to you.”
“Hahaha, we can't wait!”
“Once all twelve of us brothers and sisters complete the Sixth Revolution of the Mysterious Art, achieving physical body sainthood and matching Innate Treasures, who in all of vast Honghuang will dare contend with our Wu tribe?!”
...
A thousand years later, Xuanjian finished imparting all the contents of the Sixth Revolution Mysterious Art to the Ancestral Witches.
Each of the Ancestral Witches was extraordinarily excited.
They could hardly wait to begin cultivating it.
However, this matter could not be rushed.
Although the content of the Sixth Revolution was completed, the Ancestral Witches had only cultivated to the Fourth Revolution at present.
Which meant their physical body realm was comparable to a Daluo Golden Immortal.
Equivalent to a high-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.
“By the way, Little Sister, now that our Sixth Revolution Mysterious Art has been completed, will you still be attending the trip to Zixiao Palace one yuanhui from now?”
At this moment, Zhujiuyin remembered this matter and turned to ask Houtu.
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