Chapter 775: Who Are You?

The Barbaric Land lacked the aura of immortals, but its landscapes were quite beautiful, possessing a primitive and rugged charm.
Not long after entering the Barbaric Immortal Realm, Su Che encountered troublemakers—not barbarians or exotic beasts, but two wandering True Immortals. One was at the mid-stage of the Golden Immortal realm, and the other at the early stage. Seeing that Su Che was only at the mid-stage of the Mysterious Immortal realm and had just arrived, they intercepted him halfway, attempting to rob him.
They quickly captured him and transformed him into a soul slave. Fortunately, through their knowledge of the Barbaric Immortal Realm, Su Che learned the location of the Witch Clan’s stronghold.
That place was a forbidden zone for most creatures. The Witch Clan was highly exclusive; they might allow others to live in the Barbaric Immortal Realm but wouldn’t permit other beings to get too close to their lair.
The Barbaric Immortal Realm was truly vast beyond imagination. Su Che had flown for over two years, experiencing no fewer than 200 battles along the way. Every two or three days, he encountered troublemakers—barbarians, exotic beasts, and wandering True Immortals—alternating in number. It was difficult even to travel smoothly.
“This place is just like that—how else can it live up to the name ‘Barbaric’? It’s either madmen or savages.”
During the flight, Su Che chatted casually with Lao Hei.
Lao Hei laughed and said, “It’s not bad. We’ve already captured over 300 of them. Whether to turn them into slaves or use them to cultivate fruit, they’re still useful.”
The so-called barbarians were the local primitive tribes, somewhat akin to a clan between the Witch Clan and immortals. Their members were tall, with adult men exceeding five zhang in height. Though they couldn’t practice cultivation techniques, they possessed innate divine strength and could cultivate an internal energy called “Barbaric Strength.” The strongest among them could rival a Great Luo Golden Immortal.
Exotic beasts, on the other hand, were fierce creatures with low intelligence but great strength. Although they could also practice self-cultivation, their strength wasn’t enough to transform them into humans, so they definitely didn’t belong to the category of demon clans.
Over the past two years, besides wandering True Immortals, Su Che had captured over a hundred barbarians and dozens of exotic beasts. But since they lacked Immortal Babies and had no Immortal Essence energy within them, they couldn’t be used to cultivate Immortal Baby Fruits suitable for his own cultivation. They could only be transformed into soul slaves.
Any being with a soul could be enslaved, even those with low intelligence like exotic beasts.
But these guys could only be used as enforcers; they certainly couldn’t handle tasks that required brains and wisdom.
As Lao Hei said, even as soul slaves, the more, the better. Su Che also hoped for more troublemakers so he could have more subordinates.
Boom! Boom! Boom…

On the distant plain, a Witch Clan warrior over a thousand zhang tall appeared like a moving mountain, striding forward with great strides.
“Finally seeing the Witch Clan means their stronghold isn’t far away.”
Su Che was secretly delighted, feeling both excited and anxious at the thought of meeting Tianyin soon.
What would Tianyin look like after turning back into a Great Witch? Had she forgotten about him with her changed identity?
“Master, if Sister Tianyin doesn’t want you anymore, will you consider suicide?” Lao He asked casually.
“Not a single woman in this world can make me do such a thing,” Su Che replied calmly. “As you said, I have a wolf’s heart and lungs.”
Just then, the Witch Clan warrior also spotted Su Che. He suddenly turned around and roared loudly, “This is Witch Clan territory! Leave immediately!”
But Su Che didn’t stop and flew straight toward him.
“Umm…”
A thunderous roar came from the warrior’s throat—a signal to fight: You’re seeking death! I’ll crush you with one slap!
By the time he raised his enormous palm, Su Che had already arrived nearby. Yet the giant lowered his arm again.
Boom!
Kneeling halfway, he bowed to Su Che because he saw the small black token—the Witch God Token.
“I used to be your master who held this token. Do you recognize me?” Su Che asked in a deep voice.
The Witch Clan warrior examined Su Che carefully. It seemed he recognized him, as he nodded and replied, “That day in the mortal world, when the Witch God shattered the spatial crystal wall, I must have seen the master before, but I can’t remember clearly.”
“I want to see Great Witch Tianyin. Can you show me the way?” Su Che asked.
“Yes, it’s only a three-day journey.”
The Witch Clan warrior immediately shrank to normal human size, rose into the air, and flew alongside Su Che.
The Witch Clan was known as the children of the earth, enjoying transforming into giants to run across the land and leave behind their footprints. But when they needed to travel faster, they would fly like this, their speed no less than that of immortals of the same rank.
Along the way, Su Che chatted with him and asked, “How do you feel after coming to the Immortal Realm these years?”
“Of course, great!”
Hong Guo, the Witch Clan warrior who had already introduced himself, grinned and said, “The living conditions aren’t that important. The key is that with an original spirit, we can master various powers. Our stagnant strength has started to improve again.”
Su Che asked further, “Back then, out of those one billion Witch Clan members in the Spirit Realm, how many have ascended to the Immortal Realm?”
“Nearly three hundred million.”

Hong Guo replied, “Those as lucky as me, who find their own primordial spirit early on, can ascend to the immortal realm.”
“Have any true immortals from the immortal realm united to cause trouble in the Barbaric Immortal Domain?”
“No! With the Witch God present, who would dare?”
“Has the Witch God also returned to the immortal realm?”
“Sometimes he’s in the immortal realm, sometimes on earth; we’re not sure.”
Through such questions and answers, it wasn’t long before Su Che learned quite a bit about the Witch Tribe’s situation in the immortal realm.
Since Su Che held the Witch God’s Token, which was equivalent to seeing the Witch God himself, Hong Guo didn’t treat Su Che as a human and was extremely enthusiastic, answering every question and appearing quite friendly.
Most of the Witch Tribe members acted this way—once they considered you one of their own, they generally wouldn’t play any tricks; but when dealing with outsiders, they knew how to combine wisdom with force to defeat their enemies in the easiest possible way.
From then on, they no longer caused trouble along the way. Within the Witch Tribe’s territory, there was not a trace of barbarians or exotic beasts; those who dared enter were killed by the Witch Tribe warriors.
Three days later, at the Witch Tribe’s headquarters.
The scenery here looked extremely familiar to Su Che—it was clearly very similar to the Mi Immortal Realm, with mountain ranges and rivers bearing strong characteristics of the Mi Immortal Realm.
Undoubtedly, it must be the ideal homeland created by the Witch Tribe themselves.
As he delved deeper, he saw more and more giants hundreds of feet tall, even elder-level Witch Tribe members thousands of feet tall. Suddenly, Su Che had an idea: “Is this transformation ability also a power amplification ability? If I compress this ability within my body, wouldn’t that mean I have thousands or even tens of thousands of times greater endurance?”
Back when he first entered the Minor Mi Immortal Realm as a treasure hunter, under the arrangement of the guardian, Su Che had soaked in a sacred water with transformation abilities. But since he was then a normal human, protected by the Fate Divine Stone, he wasn’t harmed by the sacred water, nor did he gain any benefits.
Thus, Su Che didn’t possess the transformation ability of the Witch Tribe.
Not wanting to become a Witch Tribe member while still wanting such an ability required careful consideration…
He had thought that to meet the Heavenly Sound Great Witch, who was above all other witches, he would need to go through layers of reports and might have to wait for two or three years. But unexpectedly…
Flying among the mountains, Su Che suddenly turned his head as if sensing something and glanced in that direction.

A graceful figure stood atop the mountain, dressed in a simple milky-white dress. She still looked exactly as she did in the mortal world, unchanged in the slightest.
“Tianyin!”
Su Che shouted. Before actually seeing her, he hadn’t realized he would feel such excitement and eagerness.
Whoosh!
With a swift movement, she landed atop the mountain, right in front of him.
Tianyin frowned, her eyes filled with confusion. “Who are you? Why do I feel such a strong sense of familiarity toward you? Why did I sense in advance that you would come here?”
Huh?
Su Che was stunned. Lao He, in the Immortal Prison, covered his face and sighed, “As expected, that Witch God has played a sneaky trick!”
“Tianyin, do you really not recognize me? Don’t you remember me?”
Su Che’s face was filled with panic.
“Tell me, who are you?” Tianyin’s gaze turned cold.
“It seems I’ve really been forgotten.”
Su Che let out a low sigh before saying, “Well then, you go ahead. I have matters to attend to, so I’ll be leaving.”
With that, he turned and flew away.
“Come back!”
Tianyin raised her hand, and an irresistible force pinned Su Che firmly in the air.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Su Che’s bones exploded like firecrackers. Tianyin’s invisible force was even capable of crushing his demonic god bones.
“Why be so cruel?” Su Che screamed in pain.
Whoosh!
Tianyin pulled him back in front of her and said coldly, “You’ve been in the Immortal Realm for so long yet never came to see me. Did I forget you, or did you forget me?”
After she released him, Su Che adjusted his robes and laughed. “You’re a great witch, and I’m a true immortal. Do we still care about such trivial matters as time?”
Tianyin’s gaze and expression gradually softened as she looked at him deeply and asked softly, “Do you think that after becoming a great witch again, I won’t miss you anymore? Or that this longing will fade away?”
“I don’t know,” Su Che shook his head. “I don’t even know what you’ll look like now, so how can I be sure what your heart will be like?”
Tianyin snorted lightly. “In my heart, there’s only one man. How many women are there in yours?”
Su Che sighed. “After becoming a great witch again, your personality has changed greatly. Back then, you would never have said such jealous things. That Tianyin was understanding and so gentle…”
Tianyin said nothing more, merely staring at him silently.
“Don’t look at me like that. It’s scary.” For some reason, Su Che truly felt a bit guilty.

After a few breaths, Tianyin came over, gently leaning against his chest, and whispered, “If it weren’t for the surprise you showed the first time you saw me, based on your current behavior alone, it would truly make me sad.”
Is this how a man should act if he truly loves someone?
Haven’t we been separated for hundreds of years—isn’t that long enough?
Shouldn’t he just say nothing, ignore everything, and hold her tightly instead of forcing her to come to him?
Su Che held her close and said in her ear, “A weak man, lacking strength and self-confidence, thinks too much. One day, when I’m stronger than you, even if you change your heart, I’ll break your legs and tie you to the bed so you can’t go anywhere.”
Tianyin rested her head on his shoulder, thought for a moment, and said softly, “If that’s how you put it, I can understand.”
“Don’t force me to reveal my feelings, don’t force me to expose my weakness.”
Su Che rubbed her head firmly a few times. “Don’t deny it—you’ve just become cruel!”