Live Stream Gacha Pull, Nuwa's Bad Luck

Houtu looked at her brothers, who were lost in thought, and spoke again: "Alright, brothers, that little fellow has already been taken by Nuwa to her dojo. I'll find him myself when the chance comes. But before that, please don't interfere or make things difficult for him."

"Sister Houtu, what are you planning?"

"Why can't we make things hard for him? He dared to refuse you—shouldn't he be taught a lesson?"

"Yeah, even if we can't kill him, a lesson is still in order."

"Brothers, it's best not to think that way. Have you forgotten what I said earlier? If he truly benefits our Witch Clan, and you antagonize him by teaching him a lesson, that won't do us any good, will it?"

"Little sister is right. Let's hold off for now and wait until we've figured out that little fellow's background!" Dijiang nodded, tacitly agreeing with Houtu's idea.

"Then..."

"Alright, Brother Zhurong, I know you mean well. But I'm not a child anymore—I can handle many things myself. So let me deal with Liu Feng on my own first. If I really can't manage, I'll ask you brothers to step in then. Isn't that the same?"

"Fine! But if that little fellow dares to make you sad again, I'll make him taste the power of my flames!"

"Right, we'll settle old and new scores together then."

"Heh! Don't worry, brothers, I'll make sure he behaves."

"Good!"

"Little sister, don't be careless!"

"Alright, since there's nothing else, let's disperse. But during this time, the war among the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans is getting fiercer. Remember to keep the tribe members in line—don't go out looking for trouble. We're not afraid of it, but there's no need to court it either." Dijiang warned.

"Yes, brother!"

The other Ancestral Witches nodded and left one by one.

Time slowly passed.

Liu Feng slept for nearly a year without any sign of waking up.

Especially during that time, a few more heavenly treasures abruptly landed beside him, making it hard for Nuwa to cultivate in peace.

She kept getting interrupted but couldn't find the cause. If the Six Petal White Lotus before had some connection to Liu Feng, what about these heavenly treasures? They weren't artifacts that could seek out their owners on their own.

Nuwa deduced but found nothing, so she could only frown and stare at Liu Feng instead of cultivating, wanting to see if it would happen again.

As for Liu Feng?

After sleeping for over a year, he finally woke up—or rather, finally caught up on his rest.

But even awake, Liu Feng didn't open his eyes. Instead, he opened the chat group, because Yun Miao had @everyone to announce a live card draw.

Yun Miao: "@everyone, dear group members, I've saved up a thousand points. I'm going to do a Ten-Pull live now!!"

Ding, Yun Miao opened the Live Stream Room. Click to join!

Qian Renxue: "Miao Miao, what did you do to save up a thousand points so fast?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya: "Miao Miao, you didn't rob the national treasury, did you?"

Wang Ye: "Little Dao is also curious. That's a thousand points—not easy to come by."

Zhang Sanfeng: "Sigh, this old Dao emptied Mount Wudang and didn't even get five hundred points."

Lin Fengjiao: "Then what am I, with less than a hundred?"

Ying Zheng: "It's the same for me. I've been plundering the classics and techniques of the Hundred Schools of Thought, and I've barely scraped together less than seven hundred points."

Liu Feng: "Miao Miao, are you drawing from the Normal Card Pool? Has a month passed? Did the card pool refresh?"

Yun Miao: "Ah, Brother Liu is here too. The time hasn't come yet—still a few days off."

Liu Feng: "Oh? Then you're drawing now? Aren't you afraid of missing the ultimate grand prize?"

Yun Miao: "Sigh, Brother Liu, don't tease me. I don't think I have your luck to get the grand prize in one Ten-Pull. I'd be happy just to get one gold."

Qian Renxue: "Yeah, if I had a thousand points, I'd draw too. I definitely wouldn't aim for the ultimate grand prize."

Tu Shan Ya Ya: "Big Shot, don't make fun of us."

Liu Feng: "Uh... cough, well then, I wish you get what you want, Miao Miao."

Yun Miao: "Hehe, thanks, Brother Liu."

Under the group members' watch, Yun Miao began the card draw!

Ten cards flipped open one by one.

Congratulations, you drew ordinary bread *1000.

Congratulations, you drew useless waste paper *100.

Five cards in a row were utterly mundane.

Not just Yun Miao, but the group members were tense too. Was it all useless junk?

The sixth card flashed with golden light. Yun Miao's expression jolted—a gold card appeared.

The group members were stunned too.

Congratulations, you drew a pair of Three-Tomoe Sharingan!

Wow, what a great haul! Yun Miao was already satisfied—even if the rest was trash, it was worth it.

Then the seventh, eighth, and ninth sheets turned out to be ordinary items as expected, and the last one shimmered with golden light again.

Congratulations on drawing an Asauchi!

Yun Miao: "Wow, two golds! Haha, my luck is just too good."

Qian Renxue: "The Sharingan and the Asauchi—what are those?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya: "I'm curious too!"

Wang Ye: "Here it is!"

Wang Ye uploaded the explanations for the Sharingan and the Zanpakutō to the group chat.

The group members immediately clicked and started reading.

Liu Feng was also happy for Yun Miao's draws. Even though he didn't care for them now, the world Yun Miao was in was experiencing a spiritual resurgence, so she should be able to use them.

Whether it was awakening the Mangekyo later, or Shikai, Bankai, it would be a qualitative boost to her strength. As for not being able to use them—joking aside, anything from the chat group was guaranteed to work.

Qian Renxue: "Ahhh, they can be that powerful? Miao Miao, your luck is just incredible."

Qian Renxue's daily jealousy +1

Tu Shan Ya Ya: "Well, hmm, it still looks pretty good. At least the skills are flashy, and in your world, they should be enough to keep you alive!"

Yun Miao: "Hehe, not really, just average!"

Yun Miao was so happy her tail was practically wagging, but the words she said could drive someone mad. Still, she knew her good luck probably couldn't be separated from Liu Feng's blessing. It seemed that next time she drew, she'd have to ask for his blessing again.

Wait, no—why not just burn incense to Brother Liu every day and pray for his blessing?

She hadn't believed in that before, but now that reincarnation had happened and spiritual energy had revived, she had to believe!

Yeah, that's the plan!

Liu Feng had no idea that at his young age (laughs!!), he was about to receive incense offerings from across countless worlds. Who knew what he'd think if he found out?

But at this moment, he had no time to focus on the group chat.

Because his laziness had already made Nuwa angry.

That's right—seeing Liu Feng sleep for a whole year made Nuwa seethe with rage inside. She even started to doubt her own Dao heart and judgment.

Could such a lazy disciple really bring her any great fortune?

Every living being in the Primordial World trained fiercely, afraid of not having enough time, but Liu Feng just slept for a whole year.

Wasting time like this—no wonder it took him so long to take form.

The moment Nuwa saw Liu Feng's true body, she knew he was a willow tree born at the dawn of creation. Though he was far inferior to the Innate Lifeforms like herself, he was still a being born at the very beginning.

Yet he had only just taken form now—proof of how slack he was in his cultivation.

She had been swayed by the fluctuations in her Dao heart and the voice within, taking him as a disciple on a whim. Now it seemed she might have made a mistake!

With such laziness, it was already a miracle he'd survived this long in the Primordial World! Maybe it was thanks to his inexplicable Fortune!

But no matter how good his Fortune was, how could he get by without training? Sometimes she really wanted to expel him from the sect.

That thought popped into Nuwa's mind.

But it was only for a moment—the next, she suppressed it.

Seeing Liu Feng still sleeping soundly, Nuwa couldn't take it anymore. With a wave of her jade hand, Liu Feng's body flew out of the room, and then—

Splash!

The sound of a heavy object falling into the lotus pond.

Clearly, the angry Nuwa had thrown Liu Feng straight into the pond.

"Ah!"

"What the—what's going on? Is it raining?"

Jolted awake by the cold pond water, Liu Feng snapped to his senses and found himself standing in the lotus pond.

???

What happened?

Wasn't he sleeping?

How did he end up in the lotus pond?

Was he sleepwalking?

Liu Feng thought in confusion, his mind still a bit foggy.

"Are you awake now?"

Suddenly, a cold voice reached his ears.

Liu Feng looked over and saw his master's icy expression.

"Uh... ahem, well, yeah, I'm awake, wide awake."

"Oh, I thought you hadn't woken up. Perhaps you should go back to sleep?" Nuwa said noncommittally.

At that, Liu Feng realized he must have upset his master somehow. Though he didn't know what he'd done wrong, he knew that with a woman, the best course was to admit fault directly.

"No need, no need, I'm already well-rested. That... Master, how long was I asleep?" Liu Feng asked cautiously.

"A year. I've never seen anyone as lazy as you. Every living being in the Primordial World races against time to cultivate, but you—you sleep for an entire year. Didn't I tell you to sort out your Mana and stabilize your realm? Is this how you do it?"

"Ahaha, forgive me, Master. It's just that I haven't rested in so long, so I indulged a bit. I swear, it won't happen again."

Liu Feng hadn't expected to sleep that long, nor to have spent time boasting with the Group Members. If his master hadn't finally had enough and given him a wake-up call, who knew how much longer he'd have stayed in bed.

No wonder she was angry. Given his behavior, not being expelled from the sect was already a mercy!

Liu Feng thought to himself, then stole a glance at Nuwa. Seeing her still expressionless, he felt helpless.

"Enough. Come out of the lotus pond. I will now preach the Dao to you."

Hearing this, Liu Feng snapped to attention—he was still standing in the lotus pond. He immediately flew out, using his Mana to dry the water from his robes. Then he came before Nuwa, sat cross-legged, and waited.