"An evil spirit from the Alien Realm?"
Lie's brows slightly furrowed, as there were indeed many peculiarities about Zheng Chu that differed from ordinary people:
"The person you saw before, what eventually happened to him?"
The witch beca lost in her mories, and it took her a long ti before she finally spoke: "He was an extrely terrifying person, belligerent, with a nature inclined to killing as if he couldn't rest easy without causing trouble every day."
"He once entered Beyond Heaven, hunting the Divine Phoenix Blood Phoenix, and he also ventured into the sea to capture and kill a True Dragon. He even killed many peak warriors from the large tribes, fearless, and with an unpredictable temperant, simply impossible to fathom with common logic."
"Later, I heard that this person seed to have died but where he died or how he died... there's no way to know..."
A tightness gripped Lie's heart, uneasy: "Witch, the reason you're telling this now, is it because you want to...?"
"This child, Zheng Chu, I can't see through him... the trouble he attracts, our Wangshan Tribe might not be able to bear it."
The witch's face was covered with worry, and she didn't know how to treat Zheng Chu.
The current Zheng Chu owed a favor to the Wangshan Tribe, and the changes he had brought could transform the fate of a tribe.
But if Zheng Chu, just like the person she knew back then, really ca from the Alien Realm, he might one day bring catastrophic disaster upon the Wangshan Tribe.
"I will keep a close eye on him."
Seeing that the witch remained silent for a long ti, Lie spoke in a heavy voice: "Regardless, he is soone I brought back. I will keep watching him and ensure he doesn't stray from the right path."
"You should go back now. I need to rest for a while. Just leave Ying by my side." Continue reading at empire
The witch didn't say anything more, and with Ying's assistance, walked deeper into the temple.
On a wide stone bed covered with thick, soft beast skin, Ying seed sowhat distracted. After helping the witch onto the bed, she couldn't help but ask softly:
"Witch, will you harm Zheng Chu?"
"No." The witch shook her head and tightly grasped Ying's small hand, asking in a serious tone:
"Ying, if one day the survival of the Tribe requires the death of Zheng Chu to continue, what would you choose? The extinction of the Tribe... or to let Zheng Chu die?"
"Such a day won't co." Ying answered without any hesitation, her expression serious: "If that day truly cos, then it would be my incompetence."
"Witch, rest assured."
Ying stood up straight, her gaze burning like torches, as she spoke each word decisively:
"I will beco the most powerful witch the Wangshan Tribe has ever had. I will protect the Tribe for you and carry on the fla of Wangshan."
"Ying, I'm sorry."
The witch sighed deeply, raising her hand to gently stroke Ying's hair, her eyes filled with pity:
"Your mother was my chosen successor, but she loved your father too much and couldn't control her heart, ultimately forsaking her qualification as a witch, leaving this responsibility on your shoulders."
Ying's expression briefly stiffened, and she instinctively took a half step back, murmuring with her head lowered:
"These things... my father never told ."
She wasn't aware of the past events and had never even seen her own mother. Growing up, all she knew was that her mother had died on the day she was born.
"When your mother, Ya, gave up her succession as the witch to be with your father, she felt very guilty and found after getting pregnant."
A bitter smile tugged at the corner of the witch's mouth: "As a witch, I understand and even envy your mother. At that ti, there was no suitable child in the Tribe, and as my days were numbered, I agreed to Ya's request."
"Your mother was the most talented person I have ever seen. As a candidate for witch, her Power of the Spirit and Soul was incredibly strong from birth. Before she even ca of age, she was stronger than so witches."
"On the day you were born, she transferred all her strength to you, which is why you naturally possess spiritual power far surpassing many witches. However, it is also because of this that she..."
At this point, the witch stopped talking and said no more.
"So that's how it is."
Ying's voice was low, her tone one of realization. She had always believed that she was responsible for her mother's death and often felt very guilty.
"Ying, don't bla your mother. Sotis, this is how people are, unable to control their thoughts, making many regrettable decisions." The witch's expression was complex, her gaze dim. She had many regrets as well.
"No witch."
Ying raised her head, a slight smile on her face:
"My mother did what she wanted to do, and because of that, I exist. I think... my mother probably doesn't regret being with my father. The only thing she might regret is not being able to succeed you and continue protecting the Tribe.
"And I... will finish that task for her."
In that mont, the clouds cleared from Ying's heart, her eyes resolute. Her mother had given up her chance at life, passing on all her power to her, probably hoping she would fulfill this regret.
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The following days were calm and sowhat dull.
Chu Zheng devoted most of his energy to cultivation, aside from occasional trips to the mining area to interact with the Weapon Forging Masters and transfer Formation Patterns, or to go into seclusion at his residence.
He replayed the scene of the witch changing Lie's totem over and over in his mind, absorbing the nourishnt from it.
The expert way she handled the totem left a deep impression on him and greatly deepened his understanding of the art of totems.
Once he had fully grasped it, and his cultivation improved a bit more, he could attempt to create his own totem and then replace the one on his back.
After changing Lie's totem, the witch lay in bed for several months before she could barely get up. She was at the end of her tether, her body drained and completely squeezed dry, now only clinging to life through sheer willpower.
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