This is Just a Divine Ability

Nuwa's face lit up with excitement, but Cheng Yue felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of that serpent tail.

Even though he had already transcended mortality and become an immortal, he still couldn't overcome that psychological fear.

So he simply waved his hand and said, "This poor Daoist's cultivation is shallow, and I truly cannot take you as a disciple. You should go find a worthy teacher yourself."

"I hear that in Fire Cloud Cave, there is a Daoist named Hongyun, who is fond of making friends. You could apprentice yourself to him."

"Or the Kunlun Three Pure Ones, who are the Pangu Three Pure Ones—they would also be excellent choices."

"You should count as part of the Demon Race, so you could go among them. There should be plenty there willing to take disciples, and joining them would offer you some security."

"There's also the West, with Zhunti and Jieyin. Those two ferry all living beings; entering their sect should be simple."

"And then there's Nuwa and Fuxi—both are Great Powers, and they live nearby. If you go and seek them as masters, you'll surely have some hope."

Nuwa listened as the man before her recited one Great Power after another from the Primordial Era, and she was a bit dazed.

But when she heard Zhunti and Jieyin mentioned, a trace of disdain flickered across her face.

After all, those two were nothing but moochers—truly detestable.

When she heard her own name, however, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

She muttered inwardly: These people have the same cultivation as me—how are they Great Powers? And you call me a Great Power, yet in your hands I'm like a child. If that counts as a Great Power, you just don't want to take me as a disciple!

Cheng Yue had gone through the list, even describing where each of them lived.

He figured the girl's desire to take him as a master should have faded by now—after all, every one he'd mentioned was a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Some of them were even capable of attaining sainthood. Surely she wouldn't keep pestering him.

With that, he prepared to leave.

But just as he was about to go, a figure dashed over and latched onto his leg.

Cheng Yue sighed helplessly, looking down at Nuwa, whose eyes were red-rimmed and pitiful. He let out a quiet sigh.

Then he glanced at her serpent tail again, and goosebumps nearly broke out all over his body.

He hurriedly said, "Let go quickly! Don't do this—you're a young lady, what kind of behavior is this?!"

Seeing his flustered expression, and how he kept trying to pry her hands off, Nuwa felt she had found the key to success. She tightened her arms even more.

Feeling the force of her grip, Cheng Yue realized that if he tried to shove her away, he might end up tearing her arms off.

Even though he was prepared for a world where the strong preyed on the weak, he couldn't bring himself to be so brutal toward a girl with such a lovely face.

Even if she did have a serpent tail.

"Master, please take me in! You said those are great gods—my cultivation is so low, what if they won't accept me?"

"I'm so weak and pitiful, hiding everywhere all day, living in constant fear. Master, please take me in."

Hearing this, Cheng Yue thought of his own experiences over the years. His heart softened, and he wavered a little.

Looking at Nuwa again—her face was beautiful, at least easy on the eyes.

But that serpent tail—he really couldn't accept it.

So he looked at her again and couldn't help but say, "Taking you as a disciple isn't impossible, but can you transform that serpent tail into legs like mine?"

Nuwa was taken aback. She looked at her own serpent tail and thought it was quite beautiful.

But when she saw Cheng Yue's expression—clearly not fond of her tail—and then looked at his legs, "Master, I can. Look."

With that, Nuwa's serpent tail began to transform, gradually turning into a pair of slender, fair, long legs.

Seeing those jade-like, straight, and shapely legs, paired with that face that could topple kingdoms, Cheng Yue couldn't help but swallow. His resolve wavered even more.

This was the very definition of fair skin, beauty, and long legs.

If he could have a beauty like this by his side, it wouldn't be so bad—at least he could look at her now and then, easy on the eyes.

He'd been alone for so long. If this were his past life, he'd be the ultimate loner.

After all, had you ever seen a thousand-year-old virgin?

Thinking like this, having someone by his side might not be a bad thing.

At the very least, he'd have someone to talk to now and then, and he wouldn't be as lonely as before.

Still lost in thought, he felt her still clinging to his thigh.

Though many years had passed, he had spent most of them in cultivation and was still quite inexperienced.

Now, with a beautiful woman hugging his thigh, it was truly hard to bear, and he gradually felt the urge to perform a Dragon Raising Head.

He quickly snapped back to his senses, reciting a few lines of scripture to calm himself down.

Nuwa watched Cheng Yue with some curiosity, finding his expression strange.

It seemed a bit lecherous—though she didn't know why that word came to mind, it flashed through her head.

And on his body, a small mound gradually rose, then slowly subsided.

She was somewhat intrigued.

After calming his emotions, Cheng Yue looked at Nuwa's face and sighed.

"Alright, let go. I'm willing to take you as my disciple."

Hearing this, Nuwa finally stood up, a hint of joy in her smile.

But she still looked at Cheng Yue and asked.

"Master, do you have some treasure on you? Why did I see a mound rise on your body just now, then disappear again?"

Cheng Yue felt a bit awkward at this—how could he not know what that was about?

He cleared his throat and spoke.

"Your master is cultivating a divine ability. Don't speak of it."

A divine ability?

Hearing this, Nuwa grew even more excited and directly asked.

"Master, what divine ability? Can you teach it to me?"

Teach?

How could he teach that?

Cheng Yue's face flushed, then he let out a breath and said.

"This divine ability can only be cultivated by a Yang Body. You are a Yin Manifestation—how could you cultivate it?"

"Don't rush. In time, your master will teach you other divine abilities. But first, let's leave this place and find a quiet spot where I can pass on techniques and abilities to you."

After he finished, Nuwa's eyes lit up. She nodded and grabbed Cheng Yue's arm.

"Alright, Master, let's go. Anywhere is fine, as long as there are divine abilities."

He glanced at his arm, feeling a stir of yang energy within.

This was foul play—charging with the ball.

But they had already wasted enough time here. If they delayed any longer, who knew what might happen.

With that, he transformed into a beam of rainbow light and flew out of the valley.

Once outside, he looked around at the directions.

The East Sea was a place of trouble. The North Sea had Kunpeng and a Mystic Turtle, hardly peaceful either.

The West Sea bordered the Western Teachings.

It seemed heading to the South Sea to find a hiding spot would be safe.

The Primordial World Continent itself was likely to see unrest in the future, and he wanted no part in it.

Having set his direction, he flew straight toward the South Sea.