I Told You to Be a Primordial Shaman, and You Became a Construction Foreman?

Transmigrating to the primordial world as the weakest of the Thirteen Ancestral Witches, Su Ye is scared out of his wits. Watching his twelve Ancestral Witch brothers brawl every day and sleep wherever they please, he decides that if he wants to survive, he has to step in! “Big Brother, fighting won't get us anywhere. Let's build infrastructure! This is called ‘laying the foundation for the ages and carrying on Pangu's will’!” “Second Brother, stop thinking about food all the time. We need to develop agriculture. This is called ‘gathering the earth's spiritual veins to nurture the Witch Clan for generations’!” “Zhurong, Gonggong, stop fighting! Put that energy into crafting treasures and waterworks. Don't you know about the conservation of energy… I mean, ‘balancing yin and yang to create endless possibilities’?” With Su Ye at the helm, the primordial world took a completely unexpected turn. While the Demon Clan still lived in caves, the Witch Clan had already built “Pangu Holy City,” rivaling the Heavenly Court! While the Dragon Clan was still playing in the water, the Witch Clan had already completed the “Witch Clan Canal,” stretching across the primordial world! When Hongjun prepared to preach at the Zixiao Palace, he looked down at a prosperous scene where every member of the Witch Clan had a home, spiritual fruits at every meal, and a standardized mount for every outing. He was completely dumbfounded. “Oh no, why aren't the Witches following the script?” “Weren't they supposed to be a bunch of brutes? And who came up with this ‘Five-Hundred-Year Plan for the Witch Clan’?!”