After Kun Peng and Zhunti left, Lin Ziyun entered a meditative state to cultivate again.
However, this time, he only meditated for more than 10,000 years before he received a notification from the system.
[Host, a Saint's clone is here.]
"Hmm?"
Lin Ziyun was jolted awake and quickly opened his eyes. His divine sense immediately connected to the fishing array.
Then, he saw a girl in black leading two burly men to the fishing array.
" This is…that Saint?"
Lin Zi Yun looked at the young lady, who had bright eyes and white teeth. Her hair reached her waist, and her skin was as fair as snow. Her beauty was not inferior to Nüwa's, but she was clearly different from Nüwa.
This made Lin Zi Yun somewhat puzzled.
However, just as he was puzzled, the girl who had already arrived outside the barrier spoke.
"Fellow Daoist, I'm Houtu of the Sorcerer Tribe.”
the young girl said.
The Sorcerer Tribe?
Lin Zi Yun was surprised.
He did not have any friendship with the Sorcerer Tribe.
At this moment, a system notification sounded in his divine sense.
[Ding-dong. The Sage of the Sorcerer Tribe, Houtu, has a request from the host.]]
[If the host chooses to help Houtu and accept the Great Witch's Descendant Tribe, the host will be rewarded with a box of Earth-grade bait.]
[If the host chooses not to help Houtu, you will be rewarded with a box of yellow bait.]
"Hmm?"
Helping Houtu would actually get him Earth-rank bait?
The system became generous?
Wait, accept the Great Wizard's family?
Uh, it seemed like Dao Ancestor Hongjun planned this Witchcraft Cultivation Tribulation to exterminate the Ancestors of Sorcery and Senior Sorcerers.
During the reign of the Human Emperor, the Human Tribe had also launched several wars against the Sorcerer Tribe.
There was definitely a figure of Dao Ancestor Hongjun behind this.
Lin Ziyun quickly understood that if he accepted the Great Wizard's bereaved family, he would undoubtedly offend Dao Ancestor Hongjun even more.
However, so be it.
It was not the first time he had offended this old fellow.
"Houtu, why have you come looking for me?”
Although he already knew the reason why Hou Tu had come, Lin Zi Yun still pretended to ask.
Even if he had to accept the Great Shaman's family, he had to let them understand that he didn't accept them unconditionally.
He wanted to use both kindness and force to make these Great Wizard's family stay in his territory obediently.
Otherwise, there was no guarantee that something would happen.
It was better to be wary of human nature.
"Fellow Daoist, I've come here to ask you for a favor.”
Houtu's face revealed a trace of embarrassment.
In the great war between the Witches and Demons, the Sorcerer Tribe was the biggest loser.
All eleven Ancestors of Sorcery died.
Most of the remaining people of the Sorcerer Tribe had their bloodlines diluted because they had mixed with the humans.
The tribes that had preserved the pure bloodline of the Voodoo Race were gradually wiped out by the rising human race.
Especially those with the bloodline of the Senior Magi, they were all eradicated.
Houtu's true body could hardly leave the netherworld. At most, she could protect the Wu Tribe from being destroyed, but she could not protect the last bloodline of these Great Wizards.
The Yellow Spring Underworld was not suitable for the Sorcerer Tribe to live.
Houtu had no choice but to find a safe place in the Primordial Continent.
Then, Houtu naturally thought of the fishing array where Lin Ziyun was.
This was the only place in the entire Primordial Continent where even the Heavenly Dao Sages could not interfere!
However, Houtu wasn't confident that Lin Zi Yun would accept the descendant of a Great Shaman. She could only try her best.
"After the Witch and Demon Tribulations, the Sorcerer Tribe declined day by day. I would like to ask you to take in some descendants of the Senior Magi and preserve the last of their bloodline.”
"I still have a drop of Ancestral Sorcerer's blood essence with me. If you agree, I'll give it to you.”
Houtu lowered herself and begged.
"…What does the disappearance of the Grand Magus bloodline have to do with me?”
"The blood essence of the Ancestral Magus is indeed a good thing, but it's not very useful to me.”
Lin Ziyun said coldly.
Over the years, he had eaten no less than ten kinds of divine pills and spirit medicines used to refine his body. In addition, he had also practiced a large number of body-refining cultivation techniques. The blood essence of the Ancestor of Sorcery was indeed not very useful to him.
Hearing this, Houtu's face darkened slightly.
When she heard Lin Zi Yun's words, she gave up completely.
"Could it be that the bloodline of the Senior Magi is really going to be cut off?”
Houtu sighed, her expression slightly sorrowful.
"However, the Wu Tribe has the bloodline of Pangu after all. The Great God Pangu created this world and the Phoenix Tribe flourished.”
"I can't bear to see the Pangu bloodline cut off like this.”
"How about this, I'll accept some descendants of the Shamans, but my land is limited, so I can't accept too many.”
Lin Ziyun continued.
Houtu's eyes lit up.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist!"
Houtu waved her sleeve, and a burst of light flashed. Twenty figures in thin skin appeared in front of her.
Lin Ziyun took a closer look and realized that the twenty members of the Sorcerer Tribe looked sallow and emaciated. They were obviously malnourished. One of the Sorcerer Tribe girls was holding a porcelain bottle in her hand.
Inside the porcelain bottle was the blood essence of the Ancestral Magus.
The Voodoo Race did not have a Primordial Spirit, so it was impossible for them to hide their cultivation.
It was obvious that these women and children of the Sorcerer Tribe were not a threat to him.
Hence, he used his divine power and directly brought these 20 women and children in.
Seeing this, Houtu bowed towards the volcano. Her body split into light spots and disappeared into the void.
He was originally just a clone. Now that the mission was completed, his spiritual sense returned to the netherworld.
Lin Zi Yun walked out of the stone house and ran towards the 20 descendants of the Grand Magi.
There were 14 women and 6 children. Among the children, there were three girls.
It was a typical case of yin exuberance and yang decline.
When they saw Lin Zi Yun, the 20 women and children all knelt down. Most of them lowered their heads, not daring to look up at Lin Zi Yun.
The only one left was a little boy with black eyes. He was looking up at Lin Zi Yun curiously.
"Little guy, what's your name?”
Lin Ziyun noticed the boy's uniqueness and suddenly asked.
"I…I'm Xing Tian."
"Huh?"
Lin Ziyun raised his eyebrows.
Xing Tian.
The fierce person who had chopped off the Heavenly Emperor with one axe!
Lin Zi Yun had never thought that he would be able to take in this fellow. He felt as though he had won the lottery. He looked at the other two Sorcerer Tribe boys with anticipation.
"Among you…is there anyone called Chi You?”
"Brother Chiyou has the bloodline of the Ancestors of Sorcery and can cultivate in the Underworld, so he has always followed Goddess Houtu.”
Xing Tian looked at Lin Zi Yun in confusion.
He didn't understand how Lin Zi Yun knew about Chi You.
"Oh."
Lin Ziyun was a little disappointed when he learned that Chiyou was not around, but he quickly turned his attention to Xing Tian.
"Child, do you want to cultivate?”
Lin Zi Yun smiled.
He was going to pick up another powerful disciple for free!
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