Chu Feng: I'll Give You the Gourd

Chu Feng suddenly understood, no wonder they were looking at him like that.

His eyes darted around, an idea forming in his mind, and he decided to tease them a bit.

"Cough, cough, I can't go on."

Chu Feng coughed twice violently, collapsed on the ground, and closed his eyes tightly.

"Fellow Daoist Chu! What's wrong?"

Dijiang flashed to Chu Feng's side, her expression grave as she examined his condition.

"Brother Chu!"

Nuwa was also startled. She had just thought Chu Feng was a bit embarrassed about his ruined robes, but she hadn't expected his injuries to be so severe.

She quickly stepped forward, crouched down, her beautiful eyes full of anxiety. She gently placed her hand on Chu Feng's wrist, channeling her power of creation.

A fragrant scent wafted over, and Chu Feng inwardly rejoiced, but he had to commit to the act.

He weakly opened a sliver of an eye and saw Nuwa's stunningly beautiful face.

Just then, three equally powerful auras descended.

"Senior Chu, how are you?"

Taishang Daoist's face was calm. With a flip of his hand, a pill appeared in his palm.

"Thank you."

Chu Feng's voice was weak. He took the pill with trembling hands, but didn't swallow it immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze back to Nuwa.

"Little Wa."

Chu Feng forced a smile with difficulty, his gaze sliding from her fair neck to the curves wrapped by her long skirt.

Nuwa was full of anxiety and didn't notice this at all.

"I'm seriously injured now, I don't even have the strength to conjure a piece of clothing to cover myself,"

Chu Feng paused, then continued, "Little Wa, would you lend me your chest binder? It contains your power of creation, and perhaps it can help stabilize my injuries."

As soon as he said this, the entire place fell silent.

Everyone exchanged glances, unsure of what to say.

Nuwa's face instantly turned red. She hadn't expected Chu Feng to make such a request at a time like this.

Borrow her bellyband?

It contained the power of creation and could heal injuries?

Seeing Nuwa's shy expression, Chu Feng was overjoyed inwardly, putting on a face that said, "I'm dying, this is my last wish."

Just then, a hearty laugh broke the awkward silence.

"Hahaha! It's just clothes! Fellow Daoist Chu, I'll give you mine."

Zhurong strode over, reached out, and directly ripped off her own panties, throwing them at Chu Feng. She then conjured a new pair for herself.

Chu Feng looked at Zhurong speechlessly.

This woman was truly reckless...

Was she sick?

It seemed he should give her an Innate Primordial Spirit to boost her intelligence.

Seeing this, Nuwa didn't back down. With a wave of her jade hand, a pink rosy glow appeared out of thin air, carrying a refreshing, subtle fragrance. It flew directly into Chu Feng's arms.

"Brother Chu, here! Hurry and heal your injuries."

After speaking, Nuwa blushed and turned away.

Chu Feng looked down. In his arms was a delicate pink dudou, Nuwa's.

The touch was soft and warm, and the scent was intoxicating.

Fragrant!

Wonderful!

The weak expression on Chu Feng's face vanished instantly, replaced by a satisfied smile of a cunning plan successfully executed, a huge profit made.

Then, he decisively stored the bellyband in his System space.

Everyone: ...

"So you were faking it, Fellow Daoist Chu, you're so wicked."

Zhujiuyin chuckled, seeing through Chu Feng's ploy with a single glance.

"So it was all fake!"

Nuwa ran over and playfully punched Chu Feng twice with her pink fists.

"Hahaha!"

Chu Feng laughed heartily, finding Nuwa's expression amusing.

Just then, two auspicious clouds streaked across the sky from the horizon. It was Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi.

Sensing the treasure light soaring into the heavens from this location, they had rushed over.

As soon as they landed, they saw the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa, each holding a gourd. The Innate Gourd Vine had already snapped and withered.

They immediately understood that the opportunity was lost; they had arrived a step too late.

Hong Yun's face was filled with regret and sorrow. She sighed and was about to pull Zhen Yuanzi away.

"Fellow Daoist Hong Yun, please stay."

Chu Feng's voice stopped them.

Hong Yun looked back in confusion, seeing Chu Feng smiling at her. She didn't know what he wanted.

"This gourd is fated to be yours, so I shall gift it to you."

As he spoke, Chu Feng flicked his wrist. The crimson gourd transformed into a stream of light and landed in Hong Yun's hand.

Hong Yun clutched the gourd, completely stunned.

"Fellow Daoist, for me? May I ask why you are willing to gift such a treasure?"

"I find you to be a good person, so this gourd is yours, free of charge," Chu Feng said with a smile.

Hong Yun froze, instinctively looking at Zhen Yuanzi beside her.

"Fellow Daoist Hong Yun, accept it. This senior once listened to the Dao beside the Dao Ancestor. His cultivation is far superior to ours. If he wished you harm, he could have easily killed you."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded at her.

Upon hearing this, Hong Yun solemnly bowed to Chu Feng, "Thank you, Senior, for your generosity."

With that, she put away the gourd. Hong Yun could feel that this item was a treasure destined for her.

"Senior, I am Zhen Yuanzi, and this is my close friend Hong Yun. Your noble act is beyond repayment. If you do not find it beneath you, would you grace our Wuzhuan Temple with your presence for tea and discussion? I have Ginseng Fruits to offer as hospitality."

Chu Feng smiled slightly, "Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, you are too kind. Let us address each other as peers; there's no need to call me Senior. We are currently at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, and I have made friends with several members of the Witch Clan. Why don't you accompany me to the Witch Clan's territory for a few days to discuss the Dao together?"

"Indeed, Fellow Daoist, you are welcome to my Witch Clan to discuss the Dao together," Dijiang said with a smile.

"Since Brother Chu wishes to go to the Witch Clan, my sister and I will be returning," Nuwa stated calmly.

Chu Feng naturally didn't want to neglect Nuwa and Fuxi. He asked, "Fellow Daoist Dijiang, may I visit your Witch Clan with Little Wa and Fuxi?"

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Chu, why are you being so formal? Your friends are our friends. Fellow Daoist Nuwa, Fellow Daoist Fuxi, our Dao Fields are all on Buzhou Mountain. If you encounter any trouble in the future, you may come to my Witch Clan," Zhurong shouted.

The other Witches nodded in agreement.

"Fellow Daoist Hong Yun, Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, Fellow Daoist Taishang, Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, Fellow Daoist Tongtian, would you care to join me as guests at the Witch Clan?"

The Three Pure Ones exchanged glances, a plan forming in their minds.

Laozi believed that Chu Feng, who could listen to the Dao beside Hongjun, must have a close relationship with her. Furthermore, there was already karma between them from the past. Chu Feng's strength also surpassed his own; perhaps he could latch onto a powerful ally.

"Very well. My two sisters and I are manifestations of the Father God's Primordial Spirit. We shall go to the Witch Clan to pay homage to the Father God," Laozi agreed.

"Fellow Daoist Hong Yun, Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, do you wish to accompany me?" Chu Feng asked.

Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi exchanged glances, immediately falling into thought.

Chu Feng didn't rush them, standing aside with a smile, awaiting their reply.

After a while.

"Alright, we will follow Fellow Daoist Chu's lead and visit the Witch Clan together."

Zhen Yuanzi made up her mind.

Not long after, in the Ancestral Witch Hall.

"Fellow Daoist Hong Yun, why are you offering seats to Jieyin and Zhunti?" Chu Feng asked with a grave expression.