Changxi had never really considered that question.
Now that she thought about it carefully, she did not know whether there would actually be a problem.
Turning to Changxi before her, Nuwa gritted her teeth and finally could not help asking.
"Want to give it a try?"
Changxi was instantly speechless.
Could this even be tried?
Try my ass!
Wouldn't trying it leave her with internal injuries?
But she was absolutely determined to take a master.
She simply felt that she had to become someone's disciple.
After looking again, she still could not help saying something.
"Then let's try it!"
Yet the moment her words fell, she saw a streak of golden light slash directly at the Good Corpse.
In an instant, the Good Corpse dissipated.
Changxi had been about to say something.
Then she felt a wave of pain wash over her body.
Her mind became somewhat hazy.
Her face turned deathly pale.
She immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
Unable to support herself, she dropped to her knees.
Turning to Cheng Yue before her, she could not help speaking.
"Fellow Daoist..."
Seeing her like this, Nuwa sent a stream of spiritual energy into Changxi's body.
"How do you feel? Do you sense the Three Corpses recovering?"
Her injuries eased slightly.
Changxi immediately began to examine the state of her Good Corpse.
After finally letting out a sigh of relief and looking at the situation before her, she could not help saying.
"There seems to be a sign of it, but it seems I can control it."
Nuwa froze at those words.
That could be controlled?
As she spoke, Changxi sat cross-legged and closed her eyes to recover.
A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye as she recuperated.
Nuwa sat there watching Changxi, then glanced at