This Nuwa's Contrast Is a Bit Much

Houtu was still staring blankly at the merit on her body.

But she saw Nuwa beside her, already anxious and restless.

Yet the Divine Treasures before her seemed unwilling to let go either.

"How much longer will this take!"

As she spoke, the Divine Treasures seemed to sense something—they were all ripe.

Nuwa waved her hand, and all the Divine Treasures fell into her sleeve, not giving the Spiritual Root any time to react.

Just as she turned to leave, Nuwa looked back again at the Gourd Vine before her.

She felt this thing should also belong to her, so she simply took it away.

Even the soil it was planted in was taken along.

Seeing her uproot it like this, Fuxi let out a sigh.

But he could only follow—he also wanted to see what kind of person his sister's master really was.

Why had his sister become like this after returning from visiting him?

Along the way, Houtu also followed closely.

Nuwa didn't mind her Elder Brother following, but why was Houtu tagging along too?

When she looked at Houtu, she couldn't help but ask.

"Sister Houtu, what are you doing?"

Houtu had a slight smile on her face, speaking with a bit of restraint.

"Sister Nuwa, I want to ask Senior a question."

Hearing this, Nuwa felt a little helpless.

She naturally knew what the question was—nothing more than the Witch Clan's Method to Attain Dao.

But during the hundred years she had spent with her master, she had heard many things.

The Witch Clan didn't cultivate the Primordial Spirit, but every path could lead to Dao.

Even cultivating only the physical body could open a path to Dao.

But her master hadn't gone into specifics, and even the Daoist Canon in her hands had solutions.

The Daoist Canon encompassed everything, containing ten thousand methods, all pointing directly to the Great Dao.

She even vaguely felt that the methods within surpassed the Great Dao.

There was a faint sense of complete transcendence.

But the Dharma could not be lightly passed on—this matter still required asking her master.

Without his consent, she wouldn't speak of it.

The two had a good relationship, and after sighing, she finally decided—fine, let them come.

But thinking of her own mischievous streak, she couldn't help saying.

"Alright, you can come, but I have to say this—you can't use your original names. You need to come up with new titles."

Hearing this, Fuxi and Houtu exchanged glances, both confused about why.

Nuwa thought for a moment, her eyes flickering.

Then she pointed at Fuxi and Houtu.

"Alright, Elder Brother, you'll be called Western Suit Daoist, and Sister Houtu, you'll be called Clod Daoist Friend."

"Oh, and when you get there, don't let your mind wander with random thoughts—remember this above all."

"My master has a Divine Ability that can eavesdrop on others' inner thoughts. Don't think about anything, empty your mind. If you mess up and reveal your identities, you'll probably get beaten."

The two were stunned, then exchanged another glance.

Thinking back to what Nuwa had said before, they both shuddered.

They still had some idea—this was a killing star!

How could they be staying with a killing star? No wonder she had turned out like this.

As they headed toward the South Sea, the two tried hard to empty their minds.

But Fuxi worried about his sister's apprenticeship.

Houtu was concerned about the Witch Clan's way forward.

Now that Sages had appeared in the Primordial World.

Both the Demon Race and the Witch Clan had emerged, each wanting to control heaven and earth.

If this continued, conflict was inevitable.

The Witch Clan often used Primordial World beings as Blood Food—this was happening.

Countless beings, to preserve their lives, would surely join the Demon Race.

By then, the two clans would inevitably clash and create rifts.

After that, a great war was bound to break out.

"Daoist Nuwa, you mentioned the Witch-Demon Cataclysm—what is that?"

Just as Nuwa was about to explain, countless lightning bolts and thunderclouds suddenly appeared in the sky above.

Nuwa immediately shut her mouth.

"I can't say too much—the Heavenly secrets must not be leaked. But you can ask my master; he says the Heavenly secrets won't strike him. If I say it, look!"

She pointed at the sky, where thunderclouds gathered densely.

It seemed the lightning was about to fall.

This was a case of leaking Heavenly secrets, inevitably bringing Heavenly Punishment.

Under the threat of thunder, Nuwa sped up considerably.

"Hurry, hurry—this Heavenly Dao has issues."

As she spoke, thunder roared. Fuxi, beside her, wanted to warn her but held back in the end.

After who knows how long, they finally spotted the familiar island.

"Remember what I told you. Once you've got it, we'll land directly."

The two nodded in response.

They glanced at the unremarkable island before them—aside from the palace topped with Profound Yellow Merit Qi, there was nothing extraordinary about it.

Once they entered the island, Cheng Yue was inside the Great Hall, reading a book.

Diligently and tirelessly.

He sensed a fluctuation in the grand formation.

It felt like someone had entered.

Those who could enter were either himself, his disciple, or someone with higher cultivation who could break the formation.

But the formation wasn't broken, meaning it was his disciple.

Focusing more, he sensed two others.

One of them felt strange—no Primordial Spirit at all?

Witch Clan?

With that, he stood up and walked straight outside.

Standing at the entrance of the Great Hall, a hint of anger on his face, he finally couldn't help but speak.

"You still remember to come back? Thousands of years, and you still remember to come back!"

Nuwa recovered a bit, then nimbly ran over to Cheng Yue's side.

"Master, don't be mad—I was just a bit playful. This time I'm back, I won't leave until I reach Golden Immortal! Don't be angry, okay?"

As she spoke, she kept shaking Cheng Yue's arm.

Who could resist that? She was even using the old "dribbling into the defender" trick.

It was a foul.

But it worked.

Cheng Yue sat there, looking at Nuwa, and sighed.

"You—playfulness has its time. What time is it now?"

"Once the Witch and Demon clans emerge, the Primordial World will fall into chaos. If you keep playing, I'll probably have to collect your corpse."

Nuwa's face changed, pitiful and helpless, tears nearly brimming in her eyes.

She looked at Cheng Yue and said, "Master, didn't I come back?"

Cheng Yue's head ached, and his expression was a bit odd.

He was a soft-hearted person, least able to bear seeing women cry.

Because whenever he saw them cry, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

But still, he sighed.

"Did you use the Wooden Token I gave you?"

Nuwa thought for a moment, nodded, and then burst into tears.

She threw herself directly into Cheng Yue's arms.

"Master, someone bullied me—that old man who came last time. He took my Wooden Token and bullied me. Waaah~"

Fuxi and Houtu, standing by, were dumbfounded. What was going on?

When had his sister ever acted like this?

Houtu's heart was in turmoil—the contrast was too stark.

Outside, this woman had nearly gone on a killing spree, and now she was back acting like a good girl?

Wasn't that a bit too absurd?