nyslfriends Chapter 3 The Ancestral Witches' Approval
Chapter 3 The Ancestral Witches' Approval
Pan Xuan remained calm and composed, his tone still even:
"The Ancestral Witch Zhurong need not be angry."
"May I ask the Ancestral Witches, when the Father God created heaven and earth and transformed into all things, besides his essence and blood becoming the Twelve Ancestral Witches, what else did he possess?"
Zhu Rong choked and looked at Di Jiang.
Dijiang pondered and said, "Father God's body transformed into all things. Besides the Ancestral Witches who were transformed from the essence of our twelve blood, there were also the Three Pure Ones whose primordial spirits transformed into them..."
But the Three Pure Ones are manifestations of primordial spirits, unlike us. Yet you claim to be a manifestation of righteous energy?
"Exactly." Pan Xuan nodded. "When Father God created the heavens and perished, a surge of righteous energy burst forth from his chest. That was the supreme and unyielding spirit of integrity, benevolence, and the ability to educate all things that Father God upheld throughout his life."
This energy merged with the merits of creating heaven and earth, and also drew upon the first wisp of primordial energy at the beginning of creation. The three combined, and after countless ages, I was born.
He paused, then continued, "Although I am not formed from essence and blood, nor born from the primordial spirit, my origin is still the same as that of the Father God."
"If you venerable Ancestral Witches do not believe me, you may sense the energy within my body and see if it originates from the same source as yours."
Dijiang gave him a deep look, then closed his eyes and released his divine sense, probing into that layer of Xuanhuang Qi.
Other ancestral witches followed suit.
Pan Xuan relaxed his mind and body, allowing their divine senses to probe.
He knew that any resistance at this moment would cause misunderstandings, and only by being honest with them could he win the trust of these ancestral witches.
After a long while, Dijiang opened his eyes.
On that grotesque, faceless head, a light seemed to flicker, and a complex look flashed in its eyes: "Indeed, it shares the same origin as us... and is even purer than us."
"What?" The ancestral witches were shocked.
Zhu Jiuyin nodded and said, "That's true."
The aura of the Father God emanating from it was completely pure, without any impurities, as if it had just been plucked from the Father God himself.
A strange light flashed in the eyes of the ferocious beast Xuanming, and the chilling aura around it subsided somewhat. It slowly said:
"No wonder its aura was so gentle; it was the righteous energy of the Father God. I hadn't thought of that before."
A hint of joy flashed in Houtu's eyes, and her snake tail swayed gently: "So, it really is one of our kind?"
Dijiang remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Judging from the aura, that is indeed the case."
Zhu Rong scratched his head, the flames on the beast's head weakening slightly, and looked at Pan Xuan somewhat awkwardly:
"Um... I didn't mean to insult you just now, please don't take it to heart."
Gonggong, unusually, refrained from mocking Zhurong. Instead, he stared intently at Panxuan, scrutinizing him from head to toe, and nodded slightly with his python head.
"Transformed from righteous energy? No wonder your aura is so peaceful, unlike ours which are full of murderous intent."
Xuanming nodded slightly: "Since you are formed from the righteous energy of the Father God, then you are our brother. Please do not take offense when I said I would pierce you earlier."
Pan Xuan quickly replied, "Sister Xuanming, you flatter me. The situation was unclear just now, so it was only right that everyone acted cautiously."
His words praised the temperament of the ancestral witches and explained why he was different from them, which made the twelve ancestral witches feel comfortable.
Dijiang's expression softened, and his aura became noticeably gentler.
He sized up Pan Xuan and asked, "Since you possess intelligence, why were you pretending to be dead just now?"
Pan Xuan smiled bitterly: "I have just woken up and my consciousness is still in a state of confusion."
Then he saw twelve ancestral witches surrounding him, each exuding a terrifying aura. Fearing for their lives, he dared not make any rash moves and thus feigned death to protect himself.
If there has been any offense, please forgive me, esteemed ancestral shamans.
"Hahaha!" Zhu Rong laughed loudly, and the flames danced with his laughter.
"You little rascal, you're quite honest! Afraid of us? That's to be right, twelve of us are indeed intimidating!"
Gonggong rolled his eyes and said:
"Stop patting yourself on the back. Are they afraid of you? They're afraid of all of us!"
Houtu stepped forward, her true form—a human face and a snake's body—approaching Pan Xuan. Her seven hands moved gently, without a trace of malice, her eyes filled with tenderness.
"You need not be afraid. Since you are born of the Father, you are our fellow human beings."
The Witch Clan values blood ties above all else; from this day forward, you are our brother.
A warm feeling welled up in Pan Xuan's heart. Houtu, the Ancestral Witch, truly lived up to her reputation for compassion and benevolence.
In this perilous and desolate place, having such an older sister is his good fortune.
"Thank you very much, Sister Houtu," Pan Xuan said sincerely.
Houtu was slightly taken aback, then smiled: "You call me sister? Good, good! I, Houtu, have a younger brother now!"
Seeing this, the other ancestral witches also gathered around.
"I am Dijiang, what is your name?" Dijiang asked.
Pan Xuan pondered and said, "I have just gained sentience and have not yet been named."
If you esteemed Ancestral Witches do not mind, how about calling me Pan Xuan?
"Pan" is taken from the name of the Father God to signify not forgetting one's origin; "Xuan" is taken from the primordial energy of Xuanhuang to represent one's physical form.
"Pan Xuan..." Di Jiang pondered the name, then nodded. "A good name! From now on, you will be called Pan Xuan, and you are one of our brothers!"
"That's right, brother!" Zhu Rong swung his claws at Pan Xuan, nearly sending him flying. "If anyone bullies you in the future, just mention my name, Zhu Rong!"
Pan Xuan steadied himself and said with a wry smile, "Brother Zhurong, please have mercy. My body can't withstand your blows."
The ancestral witches burst into laughter.
Gonggong squeezed forward and pushed Zhurong aside: "Get out of the way, don't hurt Brother Panxuan!"
"Brother Pan Xuan, I am Gonggong. From now on, let's get closer and ignore that hot-tempered fellow Zhurong."
"Gonggong! What do you mean?" Zhurong roared.
"What do you mean? The literal meaning!"
Xuanming glanced coldly at the two of them, a chill emanating from him:
"What's all this noise about? Brother Pan Xuan just woke up and needs to rest. What kind of behavior is this?"
Zhu Rong and Gong Gong immediately ceased their fighting and dared not contend any further.
Pan Xuan watched this scene and a strange emotion welled up in his heart.
These are the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
To outsiders, they are ruthless and fierce overlords of the primordial world;
But in this Pangu Temple, in front of their own people, they were nothing more than a group of straightforward, noisy brothers and sisters.
And he, Pan Xuan, a time traveler, actually became their brother.
This fate is truly wondrous.
Houtu seemed to sense his emotions and asked softly, "Panxuan, what's wrong?"
Pan Xuan snapped out of his reverie and shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just that...it feels so good to have brothers and sisters."
Houtu smiled slightly and gently stroked the layer of primordial yellow energy.
The one in the seven hands moved with exceptional gentleness: "From now on, we are all your brothers and sisters."
Pan Xuan nodded, secretly vowing in his heart:
Now that I've traveled to the prehistoric world and become a brother of the Twelve Ancestral Witches...
He must live on, protect his brothers and sisters who truly care for him, and carve out a place for themselves in this vast and desolate world.
Just then, Dijiang suddenly spoke:
"Pan Xuan, since you are formed from the righteous energy of the Father God, do you have any inherited memories? Do you know what supernatural powers you possess?"
Pan Xuan took a deep breath, suppressed his surging emotions, and began to peruse the vast and misty memories of his inheritance.
A moment later, he opened his eyes, and an uncontrollable look of surprise flashed in his golden dragon pupils.
"Brothers and sisters, in my inherited memories, there are three innate supernatural powers."
Pan Xuan's voice still sounded somewhat raw, but it had become more composed.
"These three supernatural powers complement my original essence, making them a perfect match."