"Thank you, King Gonggong."

Chen Xingzhu obediently lowered her head, her long hair draped, looking gentle enough to stir any man's heart.

She said quietly, "Actually, I think Doctor Jumang might not necessarily side with Nuannuan, we can totally win him over."

Gonggong snorted, "Even though Jumang and I are both Witch Kings, he greatly respects the deceased Witch Master."

"As long as Jumang sees Nuannuan's Martial God Iron Ring, this guy might just turn on her."

Chen Xingzhu nodded, her eyes blinking.

"Then what about the others? Are they all of one mind with you, Lord Gonggong?"

Gonggong let out a sinister laugh, "The ones who remain are all like-minded with me."

"As for the others, hehe, just like Jumang, they better sleep quietly for now."

At this point, Gonggong looked at Chen Xingzhu, his eyes filled with a vicious intent.

"What about you? As far as I know, Jumang has already prepared to elevate you to the Grand Priest of the Wood Tribe, second only to one, revered by many. Why do you still rebel?"

Chen Xingzhu snorted, her eyes showing a hint of ferocity.

"I'm not interested in being a Grand Priest, I'm very interested in Yang Fei."

Gonggong made a sound of surprise, looking at Chen Xingzhu with curiosity.

"You're interested in Yang Fei? Could it be that you've fallen for him?"

Chen Xingzhu turned around, looking calmly at Yang Fei.

"He killed my father, and then he killed my man. What do you think my interest in him is?"

Her beautiful face was full of gloom.

"My only interest in him is to slice his flesh off, piece by piece."

"Leave him nothing but a skeleton, still alive, let him see clearly whether his heart is red or black."

Saying this, Chen Xingzhu laughed, her laughter clear and sweet.

However, in Gonggong's ears, this laughter had an indescribable eeriness.

Gonggong's body visibly shrank, a chill running down his spine.

He subconsciously took two steps back as if avoiding a venomous snake.

Chen Xingzhu's face resumed a gentle and soft expression, looking at Gonggong.

"What do we do next? I ask King Gonggong for guidance."

Gonggong perked up, looking at the unconscious Jumang on the ground.

"If all goes without a hitch, the other Witch Kings should have succeeded by now. We must immediately head to the Ancestral Altar, hehe, to give Nuannuan, the new Witch Master, a surprise."

Chen Xingzhu chuckled charmingly.

"Unfortunately, I guess this new Witch Master won't feel surprised, just frightened."

She said as she picked up the unconscious Jumang from the ground, threw him into a pre-prepared burlap sack, and carried it on her shoulder as she hurriedly left with Gonggong.

Nuannuan and Yang Fei had no idea that the entire plan had undergone a drastic change.

The two had already entered the Magic Tower, starting from the first floor, climbing towards the top of the tower.

The architectural style of the Magic Tower was the same as that of the plaza and altar.

The walls were adorned with exquisite mottled patterns, and there were many long murals depicting various ancient mythological stories.

Inwardly, Yang Fei marveled, wondering if these murals and artifacts were over a thousand years old.

This would be of great importance to historians and archaeologists in studying prehistoric civilizations. He planned to invite Mi Xuan to take a look one day.

Thinking of Mi Xuan's petite and exquisite body, filled with astonishing passion, made Yang Fei's heart warm.

Yang Fei and Nuannuan climbed upwards, Nuannuan's pace quickening, and by the eighth floor, she was nearly running up the stairs.

"Grandfather, I'm here, are you alright?"

Nuannuan rushed to the ninth-floor spire, with Yang Fei closely following.

The ninth-floor spire was a small space, only over a dozen square meters, with just a bedroom.

The bedroom, filled with an ancient and serene style, embodied rich Huaxian classical elegance.

On the antique shelf stood Tang Sancai, cloisonné, and other porcelain, along with some exquisite and ancient bronze ware.

On the wall hung a painting, Zhao Qianli's "Shanglin Tu".

A white-haired elder sat solemnly in front of a long rosewood table, with delicate porcelain set before him.

At that moment, a small clay teapot was bubbling with brewing tea leaves, filling the entire room with a rich, intense aroma.

Yang Fei found himself baffled—how could this elderly man be a prisoner?

As soon as the old man saw Nuannuan, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Nuannuan, you've come after all."

Nuannuan dashed forward and hugged the old man's neck.

"Grandfather, what did they do to you? Are you alright?"

The old man smiled gently, about to speak when his expression changed suddenly. He pulled Nuannuan closer, inspecting her.

"Nuannuan, why is there suddenly a...power within you? Is this power?"

Yang Fei silently nodded, acknowledging that Nuannuan's grandfather had quite discerning insight.

Even he couldn't discern the anomaly on Nuannuan, but the old Witch Master caught it instantly upon meeting.

Tears quickly flowed down Nuannuan's cheeks, reddening her eyes.

"Grandfather, Dad... the Witch Master has passed away."

The old man's face turned pale, gripping Nuannuan's hand tightly.

"What, you saw the Witch Master? Did he return?"

Nuannuan nodded repeatedly while crying, recounting the discovery of the Witch Master in the secret chamber, without omitting details of the Great Witch Essence Blood and the Pangu True Scripture.

The wrinkles on the old man's face seemed to deepen and multiply in an instant.

His clouded tears streamed down, wetting his lengthy beard.

"Alas, oh heavens, you're indeed wiping out our Wu Clan! Heaven shows no mercy."

The elder looked up towards the ceiling, immensely sorrowful.

He turned back, gazing deeply at Nuannuan.

"Nuannuan, you've actually obtained the Great Witch Essence Blood; this is the first time in a thousand years that someone from our Wu Clan has received the Great Witch's legacy. It's a cause for joy."

He let out a long sigh.

"Although your father passed away midway, he left you the Great Witch Essence Blood, marking the start of our Wu Clan's resurgence. You must seize this opportunity well."

Nuannuan nodded, showing a trace of determination.

"Grandfather, I've taken the position of Witch Master and plan to reorganize the teachings. Please be assured, Grandfather."

A comforting smile spread across the old man's face: "Nuannuan, you've finally grown up."

Saying this, the old man began coughing violently, suddenly spitting out a stream of blood that stained his long beard red.

Nuannuan and Yang Fei were both startled, as Nuannuan rushed to support the old man anxiously.

"Grandfather, how are you?"

The old man gave a bitter laugh, gently wiping the bloodstains off his beard.

"Getting old and increasingly incapable, this Blood Flame Ban is more and more unbearable."

As he spoke, he lightly removed his shirt, revealing a fiery-shaped red mark on his back, remarkably vivid.

The flame-shaped mark seemed to have a life of its own, like blue veins, spreading outward centered on the old man's spine.

Yang Fei was taken aback, staring dazedly at the prohibition on the old man's back.

"This...this is the Blood Flame Ban?"

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