Chapter 776: The Witch Tribe’s Headquarters

It was a simple room, far from luxurious, with almost no decorations—just a bit more spacious than usual.
This was the chamber where Tianyin had lived for hundreds of years.
The Witch Tribe didn’t value extravagance. A great witch like Tianyin didn’t need to eat, sleep, or even bathe to remain spotless, so many furniture items were unnecessary.
Su Che knew that her role here was to maintain stability within the Witch Tribe in the absence of the Witch God and to check the power of some ambitious great witches.
“It must be boring here, right?”
The two sat inside, and Su Che asked out of concern.
“I’m used to it. For countless years before reincarnation, it was the same,” Tianyin replied softly.
“A life of hard cultivation,” Su Che shook his head.
Tianyin smiled and said, “Aren’t you the same? Rising to the rank of Xuanxian so quickly, always maintaining an extraordinary progression rate—must be quite tough too.”
“At least I live better than you,” Su Che said with a smirk, thinking to himself: My clone is living quite comfortably in the Immortal Prison.
However, he couldn’t tell her about his clone. There was no other reason—just guilt, and he wasn’t ready to reveal it yet.
Tianyin was equally perceptive. This guy definitely didn’t come to the Barbaric Immortal Realm out of longing for her; there must be another reason. She asked, “Is there anything I can do?”
Su Che rubbed his nose and remained silent for a while.
“Feeling guilty?” Tianyin asked with a smile.
“A little,” Su Che nodded. “I wasn’t before, but after meeting you, I realized how selfish I am.”
“Most men are like that, especially those with some ability,” Tianyin said with a smile. “Actually, there’s nothing wrong with you. It’s most important to improve your strength as soon as possible. As you said, once you’re strong enough, even if I try to leave, you’ll break my legs.”
“One leg will do,” Su Che nodded shamelessly. Just as he was about to share his thoughts, a rough voice came from outside the room: “Is Tianyin here?”
“Juli!” Tianyin immediately sent a message to Su Che, and her expression also served as a warning.
Su Che remembered that the Witch God had told Tianyin about the two most unstable factors within the Witch Tribe—two great witches whose strength was very close to Tianyin’s: Juli and Haogang.
“Come in,” Tianyin called out.

The wooden door was pushed open, and a burly man strode in. A water-pattern totem in the shape of the character “Chuan” was tattooed on his broad forehead. Though he was of normal height, his physique was as massive as a mountain.
The Great Witch of Strength, a descendant of one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches—the Water God Gonggong—had mastered the primal power of water. Of course, it was only a preliminary level of control, far from matching that of an Ancestral Witch.
According to legends, the Water God Gonggong could even break the pillar that supported the heavens, the Bu Zhou Mountain—just how formidable his power must be. Thus, the name “Great Witch of Strength” indeed suited him well.
“Heard that the master from the mortal world has arrived, I had to come and take a look, haha…”
After entering the room, the Great Witch of Strength acted as if it were his own home. Without any hesitation, he sat down across from Su Che, his face full of smiles. Though he seemed very hospitable, anyone with a bit of insight could sense that he wasn’t friendly.
“Great Witch of Strength,” Su Che said, bowing in greeting.
“Why be so formal? We’re all on the same side,” the Great Witch of Strength waved his hand dismissively.
Lao He muttered in the Immortal Prison, “Generally, unwelcome guests in such situations are usually your rivals. Could this guy have any ulterior motives against Tianyin?”
“It wouldn’t be surprising if he did.”
Su Che replied in his mind, “These guys don’t understand emotions. They just want to unite with Tianyin to fight against the Witch God. It’s nothing complicated. The Witch God surely knows all about this.”
“You think, with the Witch God being so powerful, why doesn’t he deal with these guys sooner?” Lao He asked.
“The Witch God has his own plans. Most likely, these are just pawns he set in place from the start,” Su Che replied.
“What do you think is the Witch God’s ultimate goal?” Lao He asked again.
“Other than strengthening the Witch Clan, it’s simply to gain supreme power for himself,” Su Che thought to himself. “It’s not hard to guess.”
While the master and servant communicated mentally, the Great Witch of Strength also observed Su Che silently. After a few moments, he chuckled and said, “In just a few hundred years, the master has already reached the level of Xuanxian. Truly, he’s indeed a talent highly praised by the Witch God.”
“Your praise is too kind; I really don’t deserve it.”
Su Che naturally had to be humble. “I was able to succeed not only because of a bit of luck but also because I’ve benefited from the Witch God and Tianyin, which gave me some precious opportunities.”
“Has the master really never considered becoming part of the Witch Clan?” the Great Witch of Strength asked casually, though his eyes held an indescribable meaning. “We’re all quite looking forward to it.”

Su Che could tell that this guy was being hypocritical, speaking the opposite of what he truly meant. He and Haogang surely didn’t want him to become another great shaman, gain the favor of the Shaman God, become inseparable from Tianyin, and jointly uphold the Shaman God’s dominion. If he showed even the slightest desire to become part of the Shaman race, they would surely try every means to get rid of him, right? So, Su Che spoke the truth: “I was born a human, and now I have achieved the status of a true immortal. Unless forced into a corner with no other choice, I would never consider changing my identity or race to seek the protection of the Shaman God.” In other words: Don’t push me too hard, or I won’t have such thoughts. So, it’s better for you not to push me either… “Haha…” Ju Li laughed. “Though these words aren’t very pleasant to hear, they are honest. I, Ju Li, like to talk to honest people.” “Great Shaman Ju Li,” Tianyin spoke slowly, “I once said that once all the Shaman brothers in the mortal world have ascended to the immortal realm and the situation is settled, I will also abandon my status as a great shaman and leave all troubles behind with Su Che, hoping to live a simple life. Do you understand?” “This…” Ju Li looked shocked and immediately said, “How can the Shaman race do without Great Shaman Tianyin? That’s not possible!” “It doesn’t matter if one is missing,” Tianyin replied with a faint smile. Su Che could tell that Tianyin was being direct in expressing her feelings to avoid trouble for him, but such words also carried the suspicion of defying the Shaman God or even betraying the Shaman race. He thought to himself, “Just watch. These are exactly the people I least want to see. Coming to the Shaman race with insufficient strength can easily cause concerns and troubles for Tianyin.” “It’s fine. It’s a woman’s duty to protect the men who belong to her,” Lao He said with a smirk, likely carrying some sarcasm. Su Che estimated that top-level great shamans like Tianyin and Ju Li were only slightly weaker than Immortal Lords. One of them should have no problem dealing with several Immortal Emperors from the Ninth Heaven. Otherwise, the first group of Shamans to arrive in the immortal realm millions of years ago would never have been able to settle there and would have been eliminated by the immortals long ago. So, if Ju Li truly intended to kill him, it would be a huge problem. But at this stage, he still didn’t dare openly confront the Shaman God, nor did he want to become completely enemies with Tianyin—this was also the main reason he had the courage to come to the Barbaric Immortal Realm.

Furthermore, Su Che believed that although his cultivation level was low, he wasn’t someone who could be easily bullied. So he transmitted a message to Tian Yin, saying, “Don’t worry about me, and certainly don’t make any concessions to anyone because of me. If I dared to come here, it means I have full confidence in myself—I’m not as fragile as you think.”
“I understand,” replied Tian Yin through telepathy. To this point, she still didn’t know about Su Che’s ability to amplify his strength a hundredfold, nor did she realize that at least five Immortal Lords in the Immortal Realm were secretly watching over him and relying on him to produce large quantities of anti-demon pills, so they might step in to save him if he encountered danger. She also didn’t know that Su Che could open a teleportation portal at any time to hide in the Immortal-Demon Battlefield, then use that battlefield to travel to the mortal world, and return to the Earthly Immortal Realm in a manner similar to ascending to the Immortal Realm. Even if people like Ju Li intended to ambush him on his way back, they wouldn’t be able to find him.
Sitting across from him, Ju Li could see that Su Che and Tian Yin were communicating through telepathy, though he didn’t know what they were talking about. Smiling, he said, “Brother Su Che, you’re now a Xuanxian. Are you interested in going to the wrestling arena to spar with the warriors of the Witch Clan?”
Such an invitation was undoubtedly a provocation and extremely rude for humans, but not so much for the Witch Clan. The Witch Clan loved fighting; aside from eating, drinking, sleeping, and other basic needs, whenever they had free time, they would gather together to fight—what they called “wrestling.” If someone invited you to wrestle, it meant they regarded you highly, seeing you as a warrior of equal strength. If there was a clear disparity in strength, they wouldn’t even bother looking at you; if they did attack, it would be a one-hit kill, not a proper wrestling match.
Tian Yin didn’t speak up to stop Ju Li’s clearly malicious invitation, as she had already received Su Che’s warning and didn’t need to worry about him anymore. Having gone through so many things together in the mortal world and the Immortal Realm, Tian Yin would never underestimate this little man of hers, even if his current cultivation level was inferior to hers.
Ju Li originally thought Su Che would almost certainly refuse, because his Xuanxian cultivation level was indeed not impressive, and it would be difficult for him to find a Witch Clan warrior within their stronghold whom he could defeat. In the mortal world, the strength of Witch Clan warriors was suppressed by the laws of heaven and spatial forces, preventing them from fully displaying their power. But once they ascended to the Immortal Realm, those constraints were broken, and their strength would increase dozens or even hundreds of times, like fish leaping over a dragon gate.

Inside the base camp, just pick any Warlock warrior—such a person is equivalent to a late-stage Golden Immortal. For someone like Su Che, a Profound Immortal, it’s about right to tease some underage Warlocks.
“Great!”
To his surprise, Su Che not only agreed readily but also stood up on his own, laughing and saying, “All these years, I haven’t fought against any Warlock brothers. My fists are really itching to fight.”
Ju Li was slightly stunned, then sneered inwardly: Must be their flesh itching, right?
“Then let’s go.”
Tian Yin not only didn’t stop him but also stood up proactively, smiling at Su Che and saying, “I’d like to see how you’ve changed over these years as well.”
The gentle look in her eyes as she stared at Su Che made Ju Li grit his teeth secretly, feeling waves of…