Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Little Cang World, inside the realm.

Northern Continent.

Outside the somewhat humble capital city of the Witch Clan.

Boom!

The massive corpse of a Demonic Beast fell straight down from the sky.

A huge cloud of dust arose, along with the excited cries and joyous voices of the people below.

"Yi!"

From the Demonic Beast's body, a tiny scarlet arrow flew out, transforming into a streak of light heading towards the sky.

Soon, a majestic figure, much smaller in comparison to the beast, descended from the clouds.

"Yi!"

"Yi!"

The majestic figure landed, but not amidst the crowd, and waved with a smile, instantly inciting thrilled cheers from the people below.

The majestic figure glanced below, seeing many Witch People already starting to dissect the Demonic Beast, and without any delay, he swiftly headed towards the city.

Passing through the many simple houses, he soon arrived at his destination—a wooden hut, slightly bigger than the surrounding houses, but still limited in size.

As his steps slowed, the scent of medicine and faint oppressive coughs wafting from the hut erased the joy from hunting the Demonic Beast, leaving nothing but heaviness.

The life-prolonging medicine previously sought for the Shaman Master indeed earned him over twenty years more of life, yet ultimately couldn't alter fate.

At this moment, however, a slightly weary yet joyful voice came from inside the hut:

"Yi? Why don't you come in?"

The majestic figure hesitated slightly, then strode to the door, pushed it open, and bowed his head to enter.

Inside was simple and spacious, two elder figures hunched together side by side.

Yi did not hesitate in the slightest and respectfully saluted the two:

"Yi, pays respect to Shaman Master, pays respect to Witch Mother."

"Where does all this protocol come from?"

The elder among them, with a gaunt face covered in wrinkles, chuckled lightly with a cough:

"I have long said we should address each other as brothers... once I am gone in a few days, you will be pointed to inherit the position of Shaman Master."

Yi's heart sank, and he hurriedly said:

"How could you say that, Shaman Master..."

The other elderly woman, though aged, sat upright and laughed tremblingly:

"Yi, you are young and vigorous, entrusting the Future of the Witch Clan to you gives us great reassurance. We summoned you back this time to entrust you with some matters..."

Yi, upon hearing this, flashed a moment of hesitation and conflict on his face, feeling the nearly depleted Qi and Blood of the two, he couldn't help but speak frankly:

"Shaman Master, Witch Mother... it's not that I am unwilling to accept, but indeed I lack the ability, and am unwilling to assume the role."

Hearing Yi's words, the smiles on the two faces slightly stiffened.

The elderly woman couldn't help but furrow her brows, her voice growing stern:

"Yi, you should know, among the three thousand tribes of the Witch Clan, whether in terms of strength or fame, besides you, there is no second person comparable to you. Furthermore... although in recent years the Witch Clan has gradually flourished, escaping the suffering of hunger, cold, and heat, among the three thousand tribes, each leader has their own thoughts. With Yao and me here, none dare have a disloyal heart; with you here, most wouldn't dare act out either. But if even you are not present... the situation we have painstakingly cultivated over the years with Yao would change overnight."

The old, wrinkled face showed a sigh:

"They are unlikely to care about the life and death of the ordinary Witch People."

"Yao and I know well of your compassion. Could you bear to watch it unfold?"

Yi spoke reluctantly:

"They... may not have the courage. Among the Witch People, there are no lack of powerful individuals."

"If they truly regard the Witch People as dogs, pheasants, oxen, or horses, are they not afraid that one day the Witch People will take their lives?"

The elder slightly shook his head upon hearing this, looking at Yi with a heavy expression:

"The eyes of the Witch People naturally see clearly, but there are always those ignorant of the facts, always those powerless and weak, and always those unaware of the shifts in people's hearts. In the end, it is always the lowliest who suffer. For years, Xuan Min and I have been committed to this, striving for universal harmony, allowing everyone to find their place and be at peace, ensuring that no one rides atop the Witch People to wield power. But alas, heaven is miserly to me, and I won't see that day."

"Many years ago, when you gifted me the life-prolonging medicine, I knew you were like us, but now, how can you bear to let our aspirations go to waste?"

Yi fell into a slight silence upon hearing.

Looking at the elder before him, perhaps Yao had grown too old, having poured too much heart and soul, speaking with passion, his eyes now clouded, with faint tears at the corners—a complex blend of reluctance and empathy.

Yi felt a moment of powerlessness surge within.

His current strength is enough to move mountains and seas, capture sun and moon, but alone facing the heart of man, the more he understands, the more helpless he feels.

Such is the human heart and nature; even with the strongest force, it is difficult to truly sway human hearts.

While Yao remains, while he remains, it may be so, but one must face what ends; few are those who maintain throughout.

Who can ensure, a thousand years hence, ten thousand years hence, someone continues their legacy?

Even if successors stay true, as human hearts stir, influenced by interest, can they truly...

Moreover, he knows clearly that beyond this realm, Taoist Master Taiyi watches over worldly shifts.

What does the existence of the Witch Clan signify to him?

These years, he has traversed the land, hunting Demonic Beasts, repeatedly contemplating the future of the Witch Clan.