Chapter 82: Chapter 73: Yudula’s Ambition

A witch in the real world?

For Fu Qingjun, consolidating the foundational strength of his gang is the most correct thing to do.

He needs to take root in this world.

If he can indeed reverse his training to become a witch, then he can significantly enhance his strength.

As for the side effect where eating a lot makes a member of the Snail Tribe gradually turn into a snail person, that needs careful research to see to what extent it progresses.

“If it just makes the skin more moist and tender…”

Fu Qingjun took a deep breath, “Then it’s actually a good thing, isn’t it?”

“There’s no way men would change genders and become witches, then expel snail eggs for reproduction, right? That would be too bizarre, practically demonic in style.”

“If it really is like that, and I don’t use snail soup but rely solely on my skills to cultivate, wouldn’t I be the only male witch in the world?”

Actually, for Yudula’s first reincarnation, he really didn’t plan on sending her anywhere.

Which world could she go to?

Prehistoric or future?

Isn’t that ridiculous!

What are these people thinking about? Fu Qingjun found it absurd because there wasn’t anywhere she could go, and reincarnating to obediently stay in his kitchen to supply materials for witch cuisine was the best choice for them both.

After all, it’s harmless to her and the best option for him.

“Diluted ant wine to cultivate martial artists…”

“Cooking snail noodles to cultivate witches…”

Fu Qingjun continuously weighed his options, manipulating this “self” to cook.

After all, he had to supervise closely during his first time controlling him to cook.

Although cooking just meant making a good broth, throwing all the ingredients into the pot to boil, then serving it out, like cooking noodles at home, he wasn’t planning to use any complex techniques.

After preparing for over an hour, Fu Qingjun had finished.

When he stepped out of the cafeteria, it was already past nine in the evening, and most of the martial artists had left, leaving only a few core members still listening to Fu Qingjun’s words and staying in the cafeteria.

The two leaders, Qin Hong and Li Mo.

Fu Qingjun looked at them, served the diluted ant wine, and smiled, “This can replenish the physique of martial artists, very nourishing.”

“Is this the wine brewed by that witch doctor?” Baiyu couldn’t help but ask curiously.

He looked in and noticed that person was extremely mysterious and hadn’t come out.

“Yes.” Fu Qingjun had the martial artists drink it, “As for Li Mo, since you don’t practice martial arts and are an ordinary person, you don’t need to drink it.”

Li Mo didn’t mind.

In the blink of an eye, they drank the ant wine, and their faces flushed, feeling a surging warmth flow through their bodies.

“Brother Fu, this wine?” Baiyu suddenly stood up.

This wine contained countless powerful essences, nourishing their Martial Dao spirit and physique!

It was a peerless treasure in the Martial Arts World!

Continuing in this direction, drinking it a few more times might let them improve rapidly in Martial Dao, and even have the potential to break through from the Bone Realm to become Grandmasters of Martial Arts!

“Truly wondrous.”

Qin Hong also took a sip, her face flushed, and she thought to herself, “Our world is truly not simple, with undercurrents flowing, with Ancient Gods and Demons… this wine has such miraculous effects, I wonder what it’s steeped with?”

The residue had been removed, leaving only the gray-black sparkling wine, hiding the formula of this medicinal wine.

But it felt vaguely familiar, leaving her feeling very puzzled.

Watching the three martial artists finish drinking, Fu Qingjun smiled and looked at the ordinary person Li Mo next to them, “They can all drink this medicinal wine, but it’s not fitting for you. However, staying here, there’s naturally food suitable for you.”

“Try this.”

Fu Qingjun served a steaming bowl of snail noodles.

Infused with the flavor of stinky bamboo shoots, it undeniably carried the unique stench of snail noodles, and the snails were transformed from the Tianluo Girl, making them earthly treasures.

“Only I can eat it?” Li Mo looked at this mysterious dish.

“Yes.”

Fu Qingjun said, “But you need to think carefully, there might be some special cost… Of course, you could possibly gain some mysterious power different from Martial Dao.”

“Different from Martial Dao, a wizard?” Li Mo was surprised, “Could I perhaps cultivate into a witch?”

Witch??

The nearby martial artists also showed surprise and doubt.

After all, the path of the wizard had been passed down since ancient times, but no one had ever really seen it!

“Magical arts? Spirit?” Qin Hong was amazed from the shadows, “Indeed, according to the past creatures, there existed such cultivation systems in prehistoric times.”

“There was even a Demon Realm, setting up portals everywhere on our planet in ancient times, attacking the earth. Although it’s lost now, there are still some remnants!”

The more she thought, the more shocked she became, witches!

How many mysteries were hidden in the prehistoric history of humanity?

“Can we drink too?” At this moment, Qin Hong asked nonchalantly.

Fu Qingjun shook his head, “Martial artists have already cultivated in Martial Dao and cannot practice this path anymore.”

Though they could eat snail noodles, consume souls, and enhance pure Spiritual Power, the side effects might be significant for them.

Besides, ant wine was most suitable for them, with its chaotic Martial Dao intent that could better hone the will of martial artists.

“Even if there are side effects, I must try…. After all, I only intended to practice Martial Dao, but I came from a poor family and lacked talent.” Li Mo was decisive, couldn’t resist taking a sip of the soup, and her face turned crimson instantly,

Fu Qingjun constantly observed her, secretly thinking to himself, “Increasing Spiritual Power is a given, but I’m not sure about the side effects. I’ll try it little by little, and if the side effects are too severe, I’ll stop taking it immediately.”

Soon, Fu Qingjun explained a few things and then had them leave.

The night was clear.

“It’s another beautiful day.” Fu Qingjun smiled slightly, looking at the night sky, “Life is very comfortable.”

Unfortunately, on the other side of the Earth ruins, that patch of sky appeared so turbid! The people there were struggling to survive on that desolate land…

“One day, I will clear that sky completely!”

Fu Qingjun suddenly had a strange thought, “Forget it, such a Long Aotian idea should be left to my Civilized Demon Country.”

He preferred to take it easy.

Avoiding trouble and chaos, secretly developing, cultivating civilization, and waiting to sweep the world before coming out—it’s not delightful?

Those who think they are so powerful and recklessly court death, I truly don’t understand.

…

On the other side.

Qin Hong was drinking wine, her spirit dazed, and walked on the way back.

“It’s truly amazing!” she silently felt the nourishment from the wine.

But she always felt like she was forgetting something.

“Oh!” She suddenly remembered that she had brought friends and a history professor to the clock store today to visit and buy clocks, and after communicating, she discovered.

That history professor Naxika actually knew her boss Fu Qingjun.

And her gang’s sect leader could also speak a foreign language.

“He’s so mysterious,” she thought to herself.

However, as she probed ancient history, she managed to obtain firsthand information, only to forget it at the cafeteria earlier.

It was all because she was too surprised by that mysterious potion.

“Forget it, I’ll leave the ancient history Hopi Race materials in the cafeteria and come back for them tomorrow.”

….

Night fell deeper.

Amidst the dark land, within the ruinous buildings of Earth.

The terrifying supernatural witch civilization was bursting with an unimaginable god-demon war.

“Kill!”

“For the tower, for the witches! For the Mya civilization!”

In each living room and bedroom, exquisite and magnificent towers stood on the ceramic-tiled ground, like intricate toy blocks, with countless knights setting out.

They rushed to the frontlines.

Using washbasins and toilets as the war front, they went to blockade the Abyssal Caves of the various Demon Realms.

“Damn! The King of Fallen Angels, Grace, is said to be comparable to the Great Emperor of the past, her cultivation is already unfathomable!”

“She frequently emerges from the various Undying Dark Forbidden Areas, sweeping through major royal cities, unmatched across the world!”

“Her vitality is also incredibly tenacious, she’s an Undying Angel!”

“Even the Undying Giant Beasts no longer assault them, considering them similar, peacefully coexisting and using them as steeds!”

“They’ve integrated into the enemy’s Undying Forbidden Area system, living there—it’s truly the Demon Realm!”

“The wars have become even more frequent!”

Within the tower.

There were powerful beings hoping to have the First Witch Ancestor Yudula emerge and suppress the forbidden zones.

Alas, the First Witch Ancestor Yudula remained unmoved, still seated on the ancient throne, eyes clouded, Spiritual Power vast, like an elegant statue.

Some speculated,

“Yudula the Ancestor has already surpassed the bounds of racial warfare; the Fallen Angels are of the witch lineage, as are we traditional angels. How would a god interfere in the witch wars of their followers?”

Others conjectured,

“Over the years, the First Witch Ancestor closed herself off for a long time, practicing some unimaginable spell, her aura vast, reaching an almost unbelievable realm, perhaps glimpsing the distant Fourth Realm!”

Many witches had become devout followers,

“Praise the great Eternal Lord, who bestowed upon us the superhuman Witch Ancestor!”

“Such a being must be predicting an even more distant future, why would they manage our mundane affairs?”

The myriad races of the world had various speculations, further deifying this legendary ancient overlord.

She had long been recognized as the only being in the world; no one knew, as she sat on the ancient throne, entirely still, what she was pondering.

Night had deepened.

Observing the vast god-demon war, all-encompassing, rivers of blood.

Yudula listened to the war reports from the frontlines, yet remained unmoved, her expression lowered, her grandeur subdued.

After closing her eyes for a long time, she suddenly opened a pair of clouded eyes, immensely delighted:

“Hahahaha! That foolish human finally stopped driving me crazy with breeding; he’s probably already asleep, the entire kitchen is now my domain.”

At this moment, in the darkness, inside a black shell, a smooth and moist young female figure climbed out, slowly opening her eyes in the kitchen,

“Foolish future humans, behold my strength, Yudula! Even if born in decline, I can carve out brilliance, rebuilding civilization in the distant future, unifying this world.”

“I shall build a great kingdom in this kitchen!”

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