Yang Fei glanced at the old man's back, where the Blood Flame mark had disappeared.

This indicated that Nuannuan had dissolved the old man's Blood Flame Ban.

At this moment, beyond the Demon Tower, Gonggong's voice could be heard.

"Grand Master, Gonggong has returned successfully, mission accomplished, here to report."

Nuannuan pushed open the Demon Tower window and looked out to see Cyclops Gonggong standing beside the altar, surrounded by several subordinates holding rifles.

In front of Gonggong lay two people, seemingly severely injured and unconscious, heads tilted to one side, blood flowing from their mouths.

One person wore a white coat, appearing to be a doctor, while the other had curly hair, a high nose, and a thin face.

Nuannuan knew both of them, one was Witch King Ju Mang, and the other was Witch King She Bishi.

Both had considerable abilities, yet they were captured by Gonggong at this moment.

Nuannuan took a glance and laughed, turning back to make a funny face at Yang Fei.

"It seems that Gonggong and you, this troublemaker, really make a good pair. Your sinister and vicious ways, he learned in no time; surprisingly, he was the first to complete the mission."

Yang Fei looked at Gonggong below, feeling a faint sense of unease, Turtle Extreme sent a subtle warning.

However, Yang Fei couldn't pinpoint what was amiss, and his expression turned serious and worried.

Nuannuan noticed Yang Fei's uneasy expression and found it strange: "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Fei was about to speak when he noticed the Old Witch Master behind Nuannuan and promptly shut his mouth.

Nuannuan and Yang Fei shared life and death, and there was nothing they couldn't talk about, yet with the Old Witch Master, there were some things Yang Fei had to be cautious about.

The internal conflict within the Wu Clan was intricate and already in chaos, and Yang Fei was wary of being accused of sowing discord.

Gonggong had just finished reporting when an armed squad rushed over from afar, carrying high torches that resembled a winding Fire Dragon.

It was Tian Wu, plump and big-eared, who had returned.

Tian Wu had a wound on his forehead, seemingly grazed by a bullet, appearing very disheveled.

However, he used anesthetic darts to capture two Witch Kings, one named Dijiang, the other Kanzī.

Subsequently, the four Great Witch Kings each captured other Witch Kings, all reporting to Nuannuan.

Yet, Zhu Rong did not appear; in his stead was the Great Priest Jieyuan from the Fire Tribe.

According to Jieyuan, Witch King Zhu Rong was heavily injured in intense combat and is currently healing.

Atop the Demon Tower, Nuannuan was extremely excited, dancing with joy.

"Grandfather, did you see? I have finally unified the Wu Clan, fulfilling a long-cherished wish."

"With the Wu Clan united, I believe my father, knowing this from the afterlife, would be very pleased as well."

The Old Witch Master was also very emotional, sighing deeply.

"We never thought, after enduring so many years, to finally witness the grand unification of the Wu Clan. Nuannuan, you've done well."

Yang Fei couldn't hold back any longer and reminded Nuannuan.

"Zhu Rong's Martial Arts Skills have already formed the True Martial Body. How could he be seriously injured? Shouldn't we find Zhu Rong first and understand the situation?"

Nuannuan paused, just about to speak, when Gonggong shouted from below the Demon Tower.

"Please, Grand Master, ascend the altar to give a speech. The Wu Clan shall thrive for eternity, flourishing forever."

With Gonggong's call, everyone else also began to shout.

"Please, Grand Master, ascend the altar to give a speech. The Wu Clan shall thrive for eternity, flourishing forever."

At this moment, the altar square was crowded, entirely filled with disciples of the Wu Clan, a full thousand people.

Thousands of people shouting in unison shook the heavens and earth, creating a very grand scene.

Nuannuan, with her childish temperament, couldn't help but dance with excitement at such a spectacular sight.

She held the Old Witch Master's hand and hurried towards the tower below.

Yang Fei wanted to remind Nuannuan, but found himself at a loss for words, only sighing and staying in the Demon Tower.

When Nuannuan reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed Yang Fei hadn't followed and turned to wave at him.

"Uncle, come on, I want to share my glory with you."

Yang Fei shook his head: "I'm not from the Wu Clan, it's inconvenient for me to ascend the altar and receive the disciples' reverence, you go ahead."

Nuannuan stretched out her hand towards Yang Fei, pouting.

"No, Uncle, I want you to ascend the altar with me, become king of the Wu Clan, is that okay?"

Yang Fei smiled wryly and shook his head.

"No, I'm not from the Wu Clan, would hate to accidentally anger Pangu the Great God and incur punishment, that would be disastrous."

Nuannuan was about to say something else when the Old Witch Master sternly said: "Nuannuan, I know you and Mr. Yang share life and death, with deep feelings."

"But you are now the Lord of the Wu Clan, can't behave so wilfully. Mr. Yang is a wise man, I suggest we let Mr. Yang wait here."

The Old Witch Master spoke, cupping his hand towards Yang Fei.

"Forgive us, Mr. Yang, Nuannuan and I will head down now."

Yang Fei cupped his hand back towards the Old Witch Master, then walked behind Nuannuan, lowering his voice.

"Nuannuan, something's not right, be extra careful."

Nuannuan was stunned, looking at Yang Fei with suspicion: "Uncle, do you mean..."

Yang Fei waved his hand: "I hope I'm overthinking, but you must be extra vigilant. If things go wrong, retreat into the Demon Tower."

Nuannuan saw the seriousness in Yang Fei's eyes.

She glanced at the Old Witch Master and nodded to Yang Fei before heading down the stairs.

At this moment, around the altar, countless Wu Clan descendants had gathered, a full thousand people.

The densely packed torches lit up the entire altar and square as if it were daylight.

Nuannuan and the Old Witch Master stepped out of the Demon Tower, with Gonggong leading several other Witch Kings, striding towards them.

Gonggong bowed deeply towards Nuannuan and the Old Witch Master, both anxious and respectful.

"Gonggong acted foolishly, previously offending you both, and is here to apologize."

Before Nuannuan could speak, the Old Witch Master personally helped Gonggong up, kindly smiling.

"It's no matter, no matter, I'm just happy you found your way back."

Gonggong then knelt down before Nuannuan: "Greetings to the Witch Master, may the Witch Master be as eternal as heaven, with boundless longevity."

As Gonggong knelt in salute, the other Witch Masters knelt as well, praising in unison.

"Greetings to the Witch Master, may the Witch Master be as eternal as heaven, with boundless longevity!"

Nuannuan, always a young girl at heart, felt a bit uneasy seeing everyone's respectful demeanor.

"Please... please stand up, everyone."

Only after Nuannuan's persistent urging did everyone stand again.

Gonggong led the way, escorting Nuannuan onto the altar, with the crowd gathering behind her.

On the high platform, the Witch Kings captured by Gonggong and others were all drugged, and the Dazhui acupoint was subjected to Martial Dao Prohibition.

They were all unconscious on the platform, sprawled across the ground.

Gonggong led Nuannuan and the Old Witch Master aside to explain.

"Mr. Yang indeed calculated wisely. Under his guidance, we captured these rebellious ones, and their fate will be decided by the Grand Master."

The Old Witch Master looked at the six or seven Witch Kings on the ground, eyes closed, unconscious, and sighed deeply.

"Alas, we are all of the same clan, why such harsh treatment? If it were up to me, they'd best return willingly, and if not, then let them go."

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