Chapter 168: The Grand Gift

　　Five leaders of the family dropped five elements of poisonous blood in unison, lightly drenching Ning Jiao’s coagulated blood in the tortoise shell.

　　The blood jelly was akin to a jellyfish that was suddenly stimulated. It expanded its body vigorously and flipped, wrapping around the five elements of poisonous blood into its body.

　　At the same time, Second Elder Wen hissed. His hand that was holding the tortoise shell started shaking rapidly. His five fingers were akin to drumsticks, continuously knocking onto the tortoise shell.

　　On the other hand, the tiny little tortoise shell gave out a rumbling sound of powerful war drum! Occasionally, a few streaks of lightning that were even sharper than the divine thunder slashed past the tortoise shell, extinguishing in the blink of an eye!

　　Every disciple of Wen Bucao was filled with anticipation. Even the few monks and the old man Gongye had solemn expressions. They squinted their eyes slightly as they scrutinized. Wen Leyang was even more excited. The method that Second Elder Wen was launching now was the Faulty Punch but he had never thought that the Faulty Punch could surprisingly be used to refine poison.

　　Xiaoyi said to Wen Leyang, “That is the Empty Clear Shell that was left behind by the ancestor Wen Lazi. It is the utmost precious tool specially used for combining strong poisons. Mortal objects could not invade Ning Jiao’s poisonous blood. In order to refine the poisonous blood, only this tool is capable of doing so.” Her voice sounded crisp and pleasant. She wanted the old man Gongye to hear her.

　　Wen Buzuo was albeit poor in his capabilities, his Art of Refining Poison was rather insightful. He continued Xiaoyi’s topic of conversation as he spoke loudly, “Ning Jiao’s poison is exceedingly poisonous in the world but it is scattered and formless. When one is using it, the poison is difficult as it doesn’t distinguish between the enemy and allies. While the five elements of poisonous blood counter-restrict one another, it is supposed to combine into one and become nontoxic and safe. However, once it is refined into Ning Jiao’s poisonous blood, the five elements and the power of Yin and Yang can complement one another. When the time comes, hehe…” He did not know what would happen when the time came. He was merely explaining the theory of the poisonous blood. No one knew what would happen.

　　The ancestors of Wen family had only thought of this situation but no one had ever done so!

　　It did not take long. Less than a few minutes later, Second Elder Wen’s entire person jumped up ferociously all of a sudden. Soon after that, he stood fixed to the ground and stopped refining the poison.

　　The tortoise shell in his hand was akin to the fallen leaves during the end of the tenth lunar month. The edges of the shell had completely withered, leaving behind veins on its surrounding that was accompanied by remnant agility, while Ning Jiao’s poisonous blood that wrapped around the blood of five elements was akin to a severely-injured beast that was dying. It struggled and jumped about weakly.

　　Even though Wen Leyang was an inner chamber disciple, he did not have an ounce of understanding towards the profound Art of Refining Poison of his family. He asked Xiaoyi in slight astonishment, “So…it’s done? So soon?”

　　Wen Buzuo laughed as he answered before anyone else could, “In the Art of Refining Poison, it does not mean that the longer it takes to refine a poison the more useful it is. It pays particular attention to the mutual invasion of malevolent energy. The forbear of toxicity is unrelated to the time spent. Not that you can light up the furnace and bake the poison for decades and end up refining a good weapon!” As he was saying that, he peered towards the old man Gongye with the corners of his eyes. His face was filled with a maniacal smile.

　　The old man Gongye clenched his teeth but he controlled himself and suppressed his indignation and did not speak.

　　In the eyes of a master cultivator, Ning Jiao’s corpse was the greatest material in the world to refine poison or craft weapon. The old man Gongye had already displayed his skill once earlier. Of course, Second Elder Wen refused to leave the matter at that, he must certainly rely on the unique skill of refining poison to subdue the opposing party, such that he could win over Ning Jiao’s corpse in an honorable and righteous way.

　　Everyone widened their eyes in amazement as they stared at Ning Jiao’s poisonous blood that appeared alive. Second Elder Wen lifted the tortoise shell in his hand. He turned around his head in a slightly rigid manner and spoke to the old man Gongye that was as astonished as the rest of the people in an icy cold tone, “A moment later, a rare poison will be born. If you are still unconvinced, feel free to come and try the poison…” Before he could finish his sentence, Ning Jiao’s blood jelly abruptly gave out a series of metal scraping noise. It stretched its body vigorously and at the sound of a ‘pop’, akin to spitting saliva, it spat out the five drops of poisonous blood and rolled into its body onto Second Elder Wen’s face.

　　Ning Jiao’s poisonous blood lied on the tortoise shell comfortably and stopped moving since.

　　The entire village was noiseless and still…

　　Until a gush of proud and satisfied laughter that sounded as if thousands of years of enmity was avenged surged skywards abruptly. It pulverized the stillness of the Wen family village and Wen Bucao’s reputation entirely.

　　The old man Gongye laughed so hard that he was almost spitting out his internal organs. He jumped in front of Second Elder Wen and asked, “Where is the poison? Where is the poison you asked me to try? Haha, congratulations, congratulations, you have finally managed to use the tortoise shell to scoop out a little of Ning Jiao’s blood. Tsk tsk, that’s some good tricks you have there! Hahahaha…”

　　Second Elder Wen’s expression was filled with astonishment. He did not expect that even as he resorted to the precious tool inherited from the ancestor Wen Lazi, he still could not refine this portion of strong poison. He turned ghastly pale and was trembling all over from being provoked by Gongye. He suddenly squalled once and roared loudly, “Ning Jiao is killed by our grandson, the corpse belongs to our Wen family. You will never have the chance to refine it!”

　　Second Elder Wen was acting rascally.

　　The rest of the three family elders, First Uncle Wen Tunhai, Bushuo and Buzuo were not surprised by that behavior. The group gathered over and separated Ning Jiao’s body from the old man Gongye. They helped the second leader of the family to act rascal altogether.

　　This was totally unexpected by the lame Wen Leyang. It seemed that, other than himself, the rest of the important personages in the Wen family understood Second Elder Wen pretty well.

　　The old Gongye’s mad laughter suddenly halted and in place was a raging roar…

　　If it were not for the old demon rabbit Bu Le’s presence, Gongye would have released his flying sword to fight violently on the spot.

　　The rest of the Wen Bucao’s disciples dispersed off sensibly. The old demon rabbit mediated amongst them for a long while and finally, the two parties reached an agreement reluctantly. Ning Jiao’s skin and bones would be given to the old man Gongye to be crafted into weapons and its blood, flesh, internal organs, head and fangs were all returned to the Wen Bucao. Even though they still could not figure out a way to refine poison from it, fortunately, these things would never decay.

　　The skillful technique of stripping Ning Jiao’s skin and bones were all tasked onto the old man Gongye. Fortunately, the Gongye family specialized in this task, as they inherited their skills from their ancestors.

　　The precious weapons that were crafted would all be returned to the disciples of Wen Bucao. These words of a bully were spoken by the Grand Elder Wen in a righteous and courageous manner. The old man Gongye agreed in a satisfactory manner. However, in the end, Wen Leyang could not bear and discussed with the four grandfathers in a soft tone for a long while. Finally, the first grandfather agreed to gift Gongye another three pieces of Ning Jiao’s bones for nothing in return.

　　Unexpectedly, Gongye shook his head, “Ning Jiao’s sting has already recognized Wen Leyang as its master. The Ning Jiao’s bones will naturally follow Wen Leyang. There is no purpose for me to take it, it can never be refined into anything useful!”

　　The group of family elders behind Wen Leyang was all beaming with joy. Wen Leyang could not tell if they were happy because of their grandson’s future incisive treasured weapon or because they managed to save on their precious snake bones. Wen Leyang discussed with the family elders once again for a long while to gift Gongye a small piece of Ning Jiao’s skin. After a series of haggling, Grand Elder Wen gestured in a small piece of skin the size of a teacup, which finally expanded until the size of a washbowl and refused to give in anymore.

　　Ning Jiao’s flesh and blood were exceedingly poisonous. Nothing could be used to contain it after its skin was stripped away but the Wen family’s Art of Poison that was passed down for two thousand years. Even though they did not have the appropriate poison refining tools, the effort to attempt to suppress Ning Jiao’s toxicity was still possible with a lot of skills applied.

　　Everyone was happy and satisfied. Wen Leyang stood with his left leg straightened and there was nothing else he could do.

　　Wen Tunhai was bustling about, purchasing gifts for the marriage proposal. The gift list that was proposed by him was torn by the first grandfather on a few attempts, “The Crow Ridge is much richer than us. There is no need for such expensive gifts, prepare some mountain products and some local produce…”

　　Wen Tunhai cautiously reminded him, “The Luo family lives on a mountain too. They do lack mountain products.”

　　Grand Elder Wen was burning with a frenzy of rage, “It is but a token of our regard. The arrival of the token of our regard is stronger than anything else!”

　　Wen Leyang’s date of wedding was set on the tenth day of the fourth lunar month, which was seventeen days later.

　　The news about his marriage was announced by the four family elders. All of a sudden, the entire Wen family village was bursting with happiness. The women in the village immediately bustled. It did not take long before the construction team to rebuild the Wen family village arrived. The usually quiet and peaceful little mountain village turned into a bustling scene bubbling with noise.

　　On the same day’s noon, Mumu brought along Ah Dan and his well-behaved brother Luo Wanggen and descended the mountain as if they were running away to return to their home.

　　Fourth Elder Wen also brought along the similarly nervous Xiaoyi, the bridal chaperon Wen Tunhai’s wife and a group of disciples from the Death Trademark and returned to the Place of Birth, Life, Sickness and Death.

　　In order to manage the wedding affair in an honorable and dignified manner, they intentionally regarded the Place of Birth, Life, Sickness and Death as the home of Xiaoyi’s parents. They would be performing wedding etiquettes and dowry there just the same.

　　Grand Elder Wen’s intention was to economize the items that were gifted out whenever possible, whereas the treasures that could be circulated amongst their family members should be managed in an honorable and dignified manner…

　　The Nine Peaks Mountain’s local customs was that the bride and groom would not be allowed to see each other from the day of the engagement all the way until the grand wedding. Naturally, Xiaoyi had to return to her ‘parent’s home’ and lived there for some time. Coincidentally, Fourth Elder Wen was bringing some people to return to the place. Ever since he was aware that a cultivator was living amongst the people in the place, he had been worried all along. That was why he must return to the place and assume personal command. Otherwise, he could never be at peace.

　　On the other hand, Second Elder Wen and Third Elder Wen needed not to pay attention to anything else so they were responsible to come up with a method to refine Ning Jiao’s rare poison.

　　Qin Zhui watched as Wen Leyang hobbled and limped here and there. He was tempted to fight again with Wen Leyang but he was afraid Nineteen might despise him for that cowardly act.

　　On daybreak of the next morning, Grand Elder Wen brought along First Uncle Wen Tunhai and rushed over to the Crow Ridge. Meanwhile, Ning Jiao’s sting that was grown on Wen Leyang’s leg had been pushed out almost by half.

　　The rest of the half was pushed out after a full three days. Finally, at the sound of a ‘click’, the three feet long Ning Jiao’s sting fell onto the ground.

　　Wen Leyang was elated. He stretched out his hand and scooped up the Ning Jiao’s sting. The moment the ghastly pale long needle touched his hand, it was not as he predicted, where a kind and friendly sensation arose in him. It felt ordinary and insignificant, not in the least special. It did not feel cold or hot, it did not cut his hand nor felt comfortable.

　　The old man Gongye was guarding next to Wen Leyang at the time. So, when he saw that Wen Leyang was filled with a puzzled expression, the old man too followed along and became puzzled, “Young fellow, is there something wrong?”

　　Wen Leyang nodded. He took a long while before he could explain the matter of him not feeling anything special when he was holding the Ning Jiao’s sting himself, “If this thing can recognize its master then by right it should feel more affectionate towards me right?”

　　The old man Gongye gave a ‘heh’. His tone of speaking sounded slightly helpless, “Treat this stick of Ning Jiao’s sting as a part of your body right now. Hold your right hand with your left hand, does it feel affectionate? Step on your left foot with your right foot, does it not hurt? It is the same principle! As long as it does not resist you, everything will be fine!”

　　Wen Leyang half believed and half doubted him. He stretched out his hand and passed the Ning Jiao’s sting to the old man, “When don’t you try holding it?”

　　Unexpectedly, the old man Gongye acted as if he was confronting a formidable enemy. He jumped backwards to a spot far away all of a sudden, “I am not allowed to touch it now!”

　　Wen Leyang looked towards the old man with slight suspicion. In the first place, it was Gongye who personally pierced the long sting into Wen Leyang’s leg, yet he was not allowed to touch it anymore.

　　The old man Gongye felt that the only person in the entire Wen family who was not acting rascally towards him was Wen Leyang, which was why he had a good impression of Wen Leyang. He laughed as he explained, “The Ning Jiao’s sting is drenched in your blood but it has yet to be refined in the furnace. It is most agitated in temperament at this point, so it may be easily destroyed if not handled with care by the others!”

　　Wen Leyang was satisfied with the answer to the old question, yet he continued, “So this item here will have to be refined in a furnace? I thought it has already recognized its master?”

　　The old man Gongye’s smile appeared slightly strenuous. He did not expect that this Wen Leyang here had no idea about anything, “Why don’t you try waving the Ning Jiao’s sting around and see if it responds? Even though it is already drenched in your blood, the Ning Jiao’s divine power accumulated in it will still need to be refined, only then it will move according to your intent. Otherwise, what is the purpose of me still idling here!”

　　Wen Leyang waved about the Ning Jiao’s sting messily on a few attempts, just like a conductor of the band. Other than the sound of ‘exhaust’, he did not feel anything at all.

　　At this moment suddenly a noisy outburst echoed from the outside, a disciple of the Wen family came rushing over to inform that the people of Gongye family came bearing the tools to refine weapons from the Mount Pan of Tianjin Municipality. The old man Gongye was elated. He no longer paid attention to Wen Leyang and ran outside to receive the people of his family.

　　There were a total of two hundred people who came from the Gongye family. Other than a few old man, the rest of the strong young lads with buffed muscle and bronze skin were lifting boxes of all sizes. They appeared like ants that were moving nest as they ascended the mountain and entered the village. The old man Gongye picked the right spot to refine weapons. He led his people directly to the back of the village and instructed loudly as they started building the furnace, framing water channel…Wei Mo who was calculating at the back of the village was furious. If he was not stopped by Wen Leyang, he would have shouted for the Rainbow Brothers to fight these outsiders.

　　Over two hundred lads of the Gongye family placed down the items. Other than a portion of their people stayed behind and build the place for refining weapons, the rest of the people descended the mountain and continued to transport items.

　　Wen Leyang had only understood after he watched for a while that the Gongye family brought along everything that they needed to refine weapons. They even brought water that was filled in buckets.

　　“When the Gongye family refines weapon, they have always been using the materials from their home, the fuel, the water in all varieties. It is said that these scraps and pieces are grown by them for centuries for the purpose of refining weapons!” It was unknown when did the old demon rabbit Bu Le strolled next to Wen Leyang. He chuckled as he said that.

　　The Gongye disciples of Mount Pan transported items, built sword furnace, framed water channel. While the poison masters of the Wen family followed Second Elder Wen and Third Elder Wen to study the rare poison of Ning Jiao. First Grandmother Wen who was over eighty years’ old personally went on action, directing the women of the village to arrange for Wen Leyang’s wedding affairs, she muttered to herself, “We are running low on lambs…; there was still a big group of strong laborers that were helping the Wen family to build houses, the people of the entire village were in confusion, they were completely in a chaotic mess.”

　　Wen Leyang followed the old man Gongye’s instruction. He cautiously placed his precious Ning Jiao’s sting into an oddly-shaped container. Only then, the old man Gongye heaved a sigh of relief. He laughed aloud as he patted on Wen Leyang’s shoulder, “Don’t worry, you can count on the old fellow. If everything runs smoothly, I can do it just in time for your grand wedding day. Consider this a sincere gift from our lineage of Gongye!”

　　At this point, even the old demon rabbit Bu Le was slightly astonished, “It can be done that soon? Calculating from today onwards, there is less than half a month’s time.”

　　The old man Gongye laughed proudly, “This is not some gold spirit or ice soul, naturally it doesn’t need to be refined a thousand times. Now that the Ning Jiao’s sting has already recognized its master, we will only need to refine its true temperament! The process of refinement does not depend on the timing, but it is a skill, it is a spirituality, there is no point for me to explain this as all of you will not understand.”

　　Wen Leyang truly did not understand. He sneered in embarrassment and stood there for a while. He saw that everyone was bustling about and did not acknowledge him, so he ran over to where his two family elders were and saw that they were experimenting with the toxicity of Ning Jiao continuously. Hence, he stood there and observe. However, after a while, the old monk Ji Fei came running over and said to Wen Leyang in a bold and straightforward manner, “Wen young fellow, lend me your cellphone!”

　　Wen Leyang gave an ‘okay’, while he asked conveniently, “What for?” as he passed the cellphone to Ji Fei.

　　“What for?” The old monk Ji Fei stared with wide eyes. He looked at Wen Leyang as if he was a monster, “It is your wedding. How can I have the audacity not to inform the living immortals of the three mountains and five hills? My cellphone has since been halted, all because of the f*cking long-distance calls!”

　　Wen Leyang was startled. Judging by the old monk Ji Fei’s tone of speaking, he sounded as if he was meant to invite the entire big group of rogue cultivators here. Wen Leyang stretched out his hand and was about to snatch back his cellphone, “It is better if you don’t invite the rogue cultivators…”

　　Before he could finish his sentence, Third Elder Wen suddenly spoke and interrupted him, “The eldest brother instructed that we ought to invite as many people as we can, the more the merrier!”

　　The people of Wen family had never taken fancy in boisterous activities. Wen Leyang was doubting until Third Elder Wen complemented once again, “The eldest brother said that we ought to find an opportunity to discuss with the little girl Nineteen in this few days to see if we can invite those small sects that were bearing gifts on behalf of the One Word Palace, considering we are all acquaintances…”

　　Wen Leyang was suddenly enlightened. Grand Elder Wen was keen on receiving gifts!

　　The old demon rabbit Bu Le burst out laughing, “That bed of the old Wen family leader must be widened again! Regardless of the rest of the sect, the Great Mercy Temple and the seventy-two ancient temples in the world will certainly come and thank you for your hospitality in inviting them to your wedding!”

　　Wen Leyang was slightly hesitant. Of course, his marriage was a grand event. However, it was all reduced down to coaxing the rogue cultivator out of the Red Leaves Forest. The more cultivators they invited to his wedding, the easier things could go wrong if they were not handled well.

　　Third Elder Wen understood Wen Leyang’s thoughts. He explained in an icy-cold tone, “We will have our own arrangement. The fourth brother will not return to the place for nothing this time. You just be at ease for your wedding!”

　　Second Elder Wen too nodded as he prepared to speak when he suddenly recalled something that made him impatient. He frowned, “I almost forgot about something. The eldest brother even sent me to the Seven Maidens Mountain to invite the disciples of Miao Bujiao to attend the ceremony!” As he was saying that, he looked towards the Ning Jiao’s corpse before himself in an utterly unwilling manner. His entire thoughts were sunk into this rare poison that he had never seen before in his life, he could not care about eating or sleeping, let alone descended the mountain to invite guests.

　　Second Grandpa hesitated for a moment when his eyes met Third Grandpa’s, Third Grandpa hastily scoffed once, “I am not going there!”

　　The two old men’s gaze turned towards Wen Leyang together.

　　The First Grandpa brought along Wen Tunhai to the Crow Ridge. They must also send an important personage to invite the disciples of Miao Bujiao logically. Within the Wen family village, there were only three important personages left now.

　　Wen Leyang was at a loss whether to cry or laugh as he asked, “If I were to go…I am afraid that it may be inappropriate right?”

　　Second Grandpa gave him a stare, “What is there to be inappropriate! I am the one who asked you to go, so you should go. The eldest brother is not here, so I am making the decision! Scram quickly! Remember to return before your wedding.”

　　Wen Leyang was helpless in this situation. The disciples of Wen Bucao praised themselves for being a rich and powerful family all along. Since when did the groom personally visit another person’s family to invite them to his wedding? On the other hand, little Chi Maojiu was delighted upon knowing Wen Leyang was about to embark on a journey to the Seven Maidens Mountain. The Miao clansmen had no regards for laws and minded their own business, so from their point of view, if Wen Leyang was willing to invite them personally, it would be more friendly gesture than anybody else.

　　Little Chi Maojiu informed his family of the news that Wen Leyang was getting married a few days ago but the Qing Miao clansmen had yet to depart from their village. It was estimated that they were preparing mountain products and gifts for his wedding.

　　On the Nine Peaks Mountain, there was still the old demon rabbit Bu Le to assume command. Wen Leyang needed not to worry about that and it was true that he had nothing else to do at home…

　　That huge patch of forest in the Miao stockade village felt the same. There was no difference of seasons. It was always humid and warm there. Little Chi Maojiu was walking as he continuously gave directions to Wen Leyang and told him about which type of witchcraft spell that was laid along the way and what would happen if outsiders were to charge it at own will. Ever since the previous batch of Qing Miao killers ‘A Swarm of Bees’ was destroyed by Wen Leyang, in the recent years, the disciples of Miao Bujiao laid down new traps and witchcraft prohibition spells in the forest.

　　What was more surprising to Wen Leyang was that Second Mother did not bring along some people with her to receive Wen Leyang as a guest. Of course, he did not mind but he felt that something was wrong there.

　　Wen Leyang intentionally took a turn and went to that stretch of land of evil spirits. Since he could walk unusually fast now, he carried little Chi Maojiu on his back as he galloped heartily and that exerted a lot of efforts of his.

　　The land of evil spirits had been broken by the joined effort of the big and little demon rabbits. On the completely cracked and dried up riverbed, it was covered by vegetative in layers over the past three years. The once ghastly and twisted temple’s main building had collapsed, leaving behind only crumbling walls and debris. In between the gaps of the vegetative cover, occasionally a strand of abandonment was revealed. It had since lost its prior savageness.

　　The initial encounters of life and death continuously appeared on his mind. Even for someone as carefree as Wen Leyang, he could not help but feel that an alteration of timeline had occurred.

　　Little Chi Maojiu lied on Wen Leyang’s back as he laughed, “There is nothing else left here. The temple has collapsed too, hehe. I was here eating the ghost flesh mushroom.”

　　Wen Leyang burst out laughing as he teased Chi Maojiu, “Is it delicious?”

　　Chi Maojiu shook his head, “The mushroom is tasteless. It is easy to get tired of eating it.” As he was saying that he stretched out his arm strenuously and procured a stick of carrot from Wen Leyang’s bag. He chewed it with cracking sound.

　　At this moment, a long howl that surged skywards from the direction of the Miao stockade village was heard!

　　The howl sounded bitter yet horrifying as if there was a rust-covered knife that was rubbing in his throat ferociously.

　　Gusts upon gusts of terrifying sobbing sound as if it was echoing the howl gradually condensed in the air, gradually growing stronger and louder. It finally turned into the wailing of a thousand wolves, the laughing of a thousand ghosts that echoed from all directions. The squishing sound of mud that once made Wen Leyang once hated to his bones, accompanied by the shrieking of mouse and the rustling sound of poisonous snakes, were all combined into one and echoed loudly. All sort of nauseating sounds tussled together, as if it was solid-like, wrapping around Wen Leyang’s body in the blink of an eye as if it was wriggling about strenuously in an attempt to bore into his body from his pores.

　　Wen Leyang’s expression changed suddenly. He had heard the sound of ghosts’ weeping wolves’ howling snakes and mouse mad shrieking before, it was the witch’s song!

　　It was only when a vast Art of Witchcraft had taken form, only then this form of evil noise akin to against the heaven’s law would erupt. According to little Chi Maojiu’s explanation, there was utterly no one in the Miao stockade village capable of launching the Art of Witchcraft of such profound level. Under the witch’s song dispersal, layers upon layers of dark clouds rapidly floated. The sky above the Miao stockade village dimmed in the blink of an eye.

　　Wen Leyang was holding little Chi Maojiu on his back, he spread his legs and ran in the direction of the Miao stockade village as fast as the wind. His heart was feeling anxious and doubtful, could it be that the master cultivators of the Painting Town had arrived on the Seven Maidens Mountain?

　　Little Chi Maojiu’s expression was as nervous as Wen Leyang was. His elation that could almost only be described as agitation could not be suppressed as it filled his entire body. His hands tightly clutched on Wen Leyang’s shoulders, his voice was so hoarse he sounded as if he was cured in two thousand kilograms of salt for half a year recently, “Second mother…t-t-they have succeeded!”

　　Wen Leyang had only understood that an outsider did not cause this, but it was the Art of Witchcraft of the Miao Bujiao’s disciples that seemed to have gained a significant breakthrough!

　　It did not take long before Wen Leyang had run into the Miao stockade village. Layers upon layers of witch’s fire were burning enchantingly in what appeared to be a messy pattern in the middle of the stockade village. Hundreds of Qing Miao witchcraft spell disciples were sitting cross-legged on the ground. Their bodies shivered rapidly. The green veins on their foreheads were akin to earthworms that had their heads and tails chopped off. The veins twisted and tossed in agony, which was the exact opposite of the wild excitement in their eyes.

　　The sky was dimmed but the witch’s fire was burning enchantingly. A big group of Qing Miao sorcerers were joyous in agony, the sound of witch’s song flowed free and unconstrained, it grew louder and louder…

　　Second Mother realized the arrival of Wen Leyang. She immediately led the people who were not participating in the launching of the witchcraft spell and welcomed him. She stretched out her hands and pulled Wen Leyang delightfully, “Good brother, the Miao stockade village want to present you with a grand gift for your marriage!” As she was saying that, she stretched out her hand and pointed behind her, to the clansmen that were joining efforts to launch the Art of Witchcraft!