Houtu stared at the merit on her body, still dazed.
Then she saw Nuwa beside her already fidgeting anxiously.
Yet she seemed unwilling to let the Divine Treasures before her go.
"How much longer will this take?!"
As she spoke, the Divine Treasures seemed to gain some insight and all ripened at once.
With a sweep of her hand, Nuwa collected every Divine Treasure into her sleeve, not giving the Spiritual Root any time to react.
Just as she turned to leave, Nuwa looked back at the Gourd Vine before her.
She seemed to feel that it should belong to her as well, so she simply took it away too.
She even took away the soil in which it had been planted.
Seeing her pull it out by the roots, Fuxi sighed.
But he could only follow. He also wanted to see what kind of person his sister's master was.
Why had his sister become like this after going there and returning?
Houtu followed closely along the way.
Nuwa did not mind Fuxi following her, but why was Houtu coming along too?
When she looked at Houtu, she could not help asking,
"Houtu, what is this about?"
A faint smile appeared on Houtu's face as she said somewhat awkwardly,
"Sister Nuwa, I want to ask Senior a question."
Nuwa was somewhat helpless upon hearing that.
Naturally, she knew what Houtu wanted to ask: 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 did not cultivate the Primordial Spirit, yet every Great Dao could lead to attaining Dao.
Even by cultivating only the physical body, one could carve out a path to attain Dao.
Her master had not explained the specifics, though the Daoist Canon in her possession even contained a solution.
The Daoist Canon encompassed all things. Every method within pointed 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 methods could not be passed on lightly. She still had to ask her master about this matter.
Without her master's consent, she would not reveal it to others.
The two of them had a good relationship, so after sighing, Nuwa decided to let her come along.
But thinking of her own mischievous sense of humor, she could not help saying,
"Fine, you can come, but there's something I need to say first. You can't use your real names. You need to come up with new titles."
Fuxi and Houtu exchanged glances, neither understanding why.
Nuwa thought for a moment, her eyes rolling before she said,
Pointing at Fuxi and Houtu, she said,
"All right, elder brother, you'll be Western Suit Daoist. And Houtu, you'll be Clod Daoist Friend."
"Also, after you get there, don't think about any random nonsense. You absolutely have to remember that."
"My master has a Divine Ability that lets him eavesdrop on other people's inner voices. Don't think about anything. Empty your minds. If you expose your identities by thinking carelessly, you'll probably get beaten."
The two of them froze, then exchanged another glance.
Thinking of what Nuwa had said before, both their bodies shuddered.
They both thought of the same thing. This was a killing star!
How could she stay with a killing star? No wonder she had turned out like this.
As they headed toward the South Sea, both of them tried their best to empty their minds.
But Fuxi was worried about his sister's apprenticeship.
Houtu, meanwhile, was concerned about the Witch Clan's future.
Now that Sages had appeared in the Primordial World,
the Demon Race and the Witch Clan had both emerged, and both wished to control Heaven and Earth.
If this continued, conflict would inevitably arise.
The Witch Clan often used living beings of the Primordial World as Blood Food. Once such things happened,
countless living beings would surely join the Demon Race to preserve their lives.
By then, friction would inevitably arise between the two races, creating a rift.
In the future, a great war would surely break out.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, you once mentioned the Witch-Demon Cataclysm. What is that?"
Just as Nuwa was about to explain,
countless bolts of lightning and storm clouds suddenly appeared in the sky.
Nuwa immediately shut her mouth.
"I can't say too much. Heavenly secrets must not be revealed. You can ask my master instead. He says Heavenly secrets won't get him struck by lightning. Look at what happens when I say it!"
As she spoke, she pointed at the sky, where thunderclouds densely gathered.
It looked as though the thunderclouds were about to strike.
This was what happened when Heavenly secrets were leaked: Heavenly Punishment would surely descend.
Under the threat of thunder, Nuwa sped up considerably.
"Hurry, hurry! There's something wrong with the Heavenly Dao."
As soon as she said that, thunder rumbled. Fuxi wanted to remind her, but in the end, he held back.
After an unknown amount of time, they finally saw the familiar island.
"Remember what I told you. Once you remember it, we'll go straight onto the island."
The two of them nodded.
They then looked at the unremarkable island before them. Aside from the palace above it having Profound Yellow Merit Qi, there was nothing particularly extraordinary about it.
After entering the island, Cheng Yue was reading in the great hall.
He was tireless and diligent.
He sensed that the formation seemed to have stirred.
That feeling meant someone had entered.
The only ones who could enter, aside from himself, were his disciple or someone stronger than him who could break the formation.
But the formation had not been broken, which meant it was his disciple.
Upon sensing more carefully, it seemed there were two more people.
But one of them was rather strange. They did not have a Primordial Spirit?
The Witch Clan?
With that, he stood and headed outside.
Standing at the entrance to the great hall, anger appeared on his face as he finally said,
"So you still know how to come back? After thousands of years, you still know how to come back?!"
Nuwa composed herself and swiftly ran to Cheng Yue's side.
"Master, don't be angry. I was just a little playful. This time, I swear I won't leave again until I cultivate to the Golden Immortal realm! Don't be angry, okay?"
As she spoke, she kept shaking Cheng Yue's arm.
Who could withstand that? This was practically a foul.
But it was quite effective.
Cheng Yue sat there, looked at Nuwa before him, and sighed.
"You, even if you want to play around, you have to pick the right time. What time is it now?"
"Now that the Witch Clan and Demon Race have emerged, the Primordial World is about to fall into chaos. If you keep playing around, I'm afraid I'll have to collect your corpse someday."
Nuwa's expression changed. She looked pitiful, tears nearly filling her eyes.
Looking at Cheng Yue, she said,
"Master, haven't I come back?"
Cheng Yue had a headache, and his expression was somewhat strange.
He was a softhearted person who could not stand seeing girls cry.
Because whenever he saw them cry, he could barely resist laughing.
Still, he sighed.
"Did you use the Wooden Token I gave you?"
Nuwa thought for a moment, then nodded. In the end, she started crying outright.
She threw herself into Cheng Yue's arms.
"Master, someone bullied me! That old man who came here last time took away my Wooden Token and bullied me too! Sob, sob..."
Fuxi and Houtu were dumbfounded. What was going on?
Since when had his sister acted like this?
Houtu's heart was in turmoil. Wasn't the contrast before and after far too great?
Outside, she had practically gone on a killing spree, yet the moment she returned, she became an obedient little girl?
Wasn't that a little too outrageous?
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