Miaojiang, a place full of mystery!

There used to be a respectable sect here, which was well known to all the Miao people and the world. It was the "Witch Cult"!

But now it has become a legend, and even the most fervently worshiping Miao people have forgotten too much about it.

The witchcraft religion has disappeared for so long that many people think it has disappeared from the world. The only thing that is known about it is...a cult!

Because it split from the witchcraft religion...

In a forest with few human traces, there is a small mountain village made of large rocks. The village is not big, with about a hundred or so families. In the center of the village, there is an ancient ancestral hall.

It seems very unusual today. Everyone in the village gathered in this ancestral hall, and the first ones were actually two girls.

Saint Miao Jingjing,

The new high priest, Guza!

A mature, watery girl, dressed in a white dress that perfectly outlines her body, with three thousand black hair flowing down like a waterfall.

Another young beauty, with a distinctive look, big watery eyes, and cute little face...

The villagers and the two girls were all dressed in mourning clothes, but in the ancestral hall there was a red coffin with only ashes inside.

Miao Jingjing and Gu Zha's beautiful eyes were red and swollen, and their hearts hurt when they looked at the red coffin. For so many days, they had almost dried up their tears, but the pain lingered.

In the coffin is... the previous high priest!

That is, the mother-in-law who raised the two daughters!

Miao Jingjing's pretty face looked haggard and gloomy. Little girl Guza was a little more mature, but she was still crying.

For the sake of the future of the witch sect, her mother-in-law went to the island country to fight the Yamata no Orochi to the death when the deadline came, hoping to avoid future troubles and prevent it from coming to the witch sect again to seize the inheritance.

But unfortunately, in the end, I was only one step away from killing the beast. It was only because of those damn ninjas who blocked me, and my mother-in-law died as a result.

After Miao Jingjing learned the news, she went to the island country with the Wudang ancestor, but happened to see her mother-in-law die.

Half of the body was eaten by the evil beast, and the other half was taken back by the two of them desperately, and both of them were injured.

If Wudang Patriarch hadn't forced him to do so, Miao Jingjing would have died, and the evil beast's strength would have become even more terrifying...

In the end, Miao Jingjing returned to Miao territory with the ashes of half of her body. At that time, she was so helpless that she almost felt like the whole sky was falling, making her unable to breathe.

But the Witch Cult needs her to resist!

Although there is hope for revival, the road ahead is still bumpy and hopeless. Today, there are no more than ten monks in the entire witch sect, including Ning Tao and Gu Zha.

If you want to regain your glory, what can you do?

What could she, a weak woman, do?

Miao Jingjing's face was ashen. She wanted to find Ning Tao, their witch master, but he went to Kunlun Realm instead.

The witch leader is not here, and the high priest is younger than her and has weaker cultivation. She is the only weak woman who can take charge of the entire witch sect. Although her cultivation is high, her leadership ability is not comparable.

Ning Tao once teased her that she had lived in the mountains for a long time and didn't know what it meant to be human and worldly. She would like you the most if you were like an old driver...

"well!"

Miao Jingjing sighed bitterly. The only hope she and the witch sect had now was to grit their teeth and wait for the witch master to return.

Before the witch master comes back, she, a saint, must carry on with all her strength, take good care of the people of their witch sect, resist all foreign enemies, and do the revival that her mother-in-law has been doing.

"Woooo...!"

Gu Zha was still sobbing softly. This little girl was more innocent than Miao Jingjing, and everything she was thinking was written on her face.

Miao Jingjing endured her sadness and said in a deep voice: "Guza, don't cry. My mother-in-law has been gone for so long. We must cheer up. We can't cry with everyone all day long."

Guza bit her little lip and cried: "But...but, what are we going to do? I haven't learned anything yet?"

Hearing this, Miao Jingjing's heart sank, and she comforted bitterly: "It's okay. With sister here, everything will be fine, and the witch master will definitely come back."

A person appeared in Guza's mind, and he immediately looked forward to it with big watery eyes: "But...but, when will the witch master come back? Has he forgotten us?"

"How could it be? The Lord Witch Master has many things to deal with every day and has carefully planned everything. He must be busy with more important things. He will definitely come back when he is finished," Miao Jingjing said more than she was angry.

Because he didn't know when Ning Tao would come back. It was another world. Didn't he say he could come back? How long would she have to carry this burden?

The livelihood, injuries, beliefs, three meals a day, life and death, and recovery of hundreds of people... these were all things that my mother-in-law once did casually, but it is too difficult for her to do it now!

Every day, he was struggling violently in a swamp.

The little girl Guza fell sadly into Miao Jingjing's arms, seeking comfort, but the latter could only comfort her in a low voice and encourage her.

At this time, a man ran out of the village shouting in panic. He was a villager who went hunting in the mountains. The bamboo basket behind him shook violently, and all the prey and herbs inside spilled out.

"Quick... run... he... they..."

"Whoosh!"

A poisonous arrow suddenly passed through his chest and pinned him directly to a big tree, and the poison spread out.

"Come...come...!"

Some people at the entrance of the village looked horrified when they saw this, and some people paralyzed on the ground and looked into the depths of the forest in fear.

"It's... it's a cult. They're here again. Hurry... hurry up and inform the saint. Those damn bastards are back..."

For a moment, this quiet mountain village burst into flames. Women, children and young children panicked and cried loudly, but they all ran towards the ancient ancestral hall in panic.

In the ancestral hall, Miao Jingjing was listening to the noise outside with confusion, when suddenly a witch cult monk rushed in and said angrily: "Holy Lady, those evil cult bastards are back again."

Cult!

When the two girls heard this, their faces suddenly turned pale, especially the girl in their arms who was trembling with fear and had a shadow.

Miao Jingjing froze for a moment and lost her voice: "Didn't they say they would come back in half a month? I have already asked the Wudang Clan for help, but now the news came out not long ago."

The witch cult monk's eyes were red and he growled: "But they did come to kill him. Just now, a villager was shot dead at the entrance of the village. They are planning to kill him this time."

Upon hearing this, Miao Jingjing was furious. Each of the people of the witch sect could be said to be a treasure. They were so few in the first place, but they were still the foundation of future revival. How could they be slaughtered?

But now, he was killed at the entrance of the village!

Miao Jingjing's eyes turned red instantly. Regardless of their anxiety, she whipped the long whip around her waist and fired towards the entrance of the village like lightning.

The witch cult monk also gritted his teeth, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and rushed out. Even if he died, he would die together.

In an instant, the little girl Guza was the only one left in the ancestral hall. After hearing that her people were being killed, the little girl became angry as never before. She turned her head and looked at the crutches on the high platform.
Chapter completed!