Traitorous Disciple, This Master Thanks You

This time was Liu Feng's first cultivation since taking human form.

Coupled with a Primordial God accompanying him, his cultivation lasted a long time—longer, in fact, than any session when he was still a willow tree. Back then, though he couldn't track his cultivation time, his waking hours were even longer, always filled with memories of his past life. Perhaps because he was now cultivating immortality, many novels from that life were etched deeper in his mind.

As a result, excerpts from classics like the Dao De Jing and I Ching were naturally clear to him. This made his thoughts increasingly tangled, making cultivation harder. Now, with the Heaven-Defying Comprehension Buff, all sorts of random ideas multiplied. Still, one good thing was that as a cultivator with a strong spirit, he didn't have to worry about going mad from too many thoughts.

The reason he could cultivate for so long this time was mainly due to the specks of light radiating from Goddess Nuwa, which brought him greater benefits.

The first realm of the Mythic Method had also made significant progress, naturally boosting his strength considerably.

Though he still didn't know his exact combat power, the small clump of Qi he had cultivated in his body had condensed a bit—still a tiny point, but at least it was solid, residing in his dantian. Even though Liu Feng couldn't control it yet, he had a feeling his future strength would depend on it.

So even if his power hadn't grown much after cultivation, Liu Feng wasn't the least bit discouraged.

In the Primordial World, time is unrecorded; cultivation is uncounted.

After who knows how long, Liu Feng opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was Nuwa's exquisitely flawless face, and his gaze grew somewhat dazed.

He thought to himself, Master really is diligent. But that's good—if Master is strong, as her disciple, I can lie back and coast even better. Master, keep it up!!

Nuwa: "This master thanks you, rebellious disciple!!"

Seeing his master still immersed in cultivation, Liu Feng didn't disturb her. He slowly got up and left.

Now, perhaps because of the Qi clump in his dantian, his body had been further scoured and refined, with a few impurities on his skin.

Naturally, Liu Feng wanted a good bath.

Ever since he accidentally transmigrated into a willow tree and now successfully took human form, he hadn't had a chance to bathe comfortably and thoroughly!

Back when he was still a willow, though he endured countless storms, that feeling couldn't compare to having a human body.

So he left the lotus pond and sped toward a quiet, deep valley nearby.

Liu Feng didn't notice that shortly after he left, Nuwa slowly opened her eyes, divine light flashing within them. Clearly, she had gained much this time.

Waking up and not seeing Liu Feng, her face darkened. Was that brat slacking off again?

Though she was cultivating, she wasn't oblivious to the outside world. She knew Liu Feng had woken up and headed to the valley, though she didn't know what he was up to—it definitely wasn't cultivation-related.

Moreover, Nuwa's huge gains this time were thanks to Liu Feng, so she naturally cared deeply about him. He really was a great boon to her!

Even if he was lazy in cultivation, he was still her great opportunity, so she had to keep an eye on him.

Now, her gaze followed his figure closely as he walked toward the quiet, deep valley to the left of the square.

Curiosity stirred within her, and she wanted to know what he was going to do.

When Liu Feng first arrived at the dojo, he noticed this valley seemed undeveloped, which made sense.

From his master's behavior over the years, she probably cared about nothing but cultivation. Though this valley was within the dojo's formation, she likely had never visited it.

Since that was the case, he might as well explore it for her!

Maybe there would be something good.

Everyone has curiosity, especially here at Mount Buzhou. Even a valley shouldn't be simple. Besides, since his transmigration, Liu Feng had never felt curious before—this was the first time. He naturally wanted to investigate where this curiosity came from and what was drawing him there.

This fascination with the unknown and the deep-seated urge for adventure drove Liu Feng into the valley.

But before that, he directly started a livestream, wanting the group members to see the Primordial World's Mount Buzhou and Goddess Nuwa's dojo.

Ding, group member Liu Feng has started a livestream. Click to join!

Seeing the group notification, Yun Miao was the first to join.

Other group members followed, and two new members appeared in the chat group.

Xiong Ba: "Hmph, let this old man see if this so-called Big Shot is really that powerful!"

Tu Shan Ya Ya: "Tch, talking so arrogantly—careful you don't get slapped in the face?"

Yun Miao: "For someone so self-absorbed, there's no need to spell it out. I forgot to mute him earlier; if I'd known, I'd have kept him muted to spare Brother Liu's eyes!"

Xiong Ba: "Admin, don't think your permissions let you do whatever you want. Believe this old man..."

Zhang Sanfeng: "Boundless Heavenly Venerate, benefactor Xiong Ba, say less. Offend a Big Shot, and the consequences may be beyond your bearing."

Tsunade: "Trembling in fear, dare not speak!"

Wang Ye: "What is the Big Shot doing? And where is that place?"

Liu Feng didn't care much about Xiong Ba's words—after all, does an elephant care about an ant's thoughts?

Still, even if he didn't care, letting him suffer a bit later was fine. A strong person values face; being slandered and provoked like this without response would make him look like a pushover.

Liu Feng: "This is a valley in my master's dojo, not fully developed. I'm bored today, so I'm checking it out—consider it an expedition. Let you all enjoy some of the Primordial World's Mount Buzhou scenery."

Yun Miao: "Brother Liu, could there be some heavenly treasures here!"

Liu Feng: "I don't know either. I'll see after exploring!"

After speaking, Liu Feng composed himself and began exploring the valley.

The valley before them was vast beyond measure—even Liu Feng's divine sense couldn't see its end, like a small world unto itself. Just this sight alone terrified Xiong Ba. If a mere valley in a training ground was a world, how powerful must the beings of the Primordial World be?

Moreover, he realized with horror that although Liu Feng seemed to walk slowly, each step shifted the surrounding scenery dramatically, as if switching worlds. What did this mean? It meant each step covered an immense distance. Could such strength not be called a Big Shot?

At this moment, Xiong Ba was filled with regret—regret for his loose words in the group earlier, and even more for his careless remarks in the Live Stream Room just now.

Was it too late to kneel and beg for mercy? Back in the Underworld Society, Xiong Ba sat restlessly in his chair, his scalp tingling and his back cold with dread.

Wen Chou Chou, the lackey attending him, saw Xiong Ba's forehead drenched in sweat and his face twisted in terror. He hurried over and whispered, "Chief, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

"Uh... I offended a powerful Big Shot with my loose tongue earlier..." Xiong Ba blurted out.

Wen Chou Chou was stunned.

Xiong Ba actually admitted to being loose-tongued. Who was this person to make him so? But he quickly grasped Xiong Ba's predicament and asked fawningly, "Then what do you want to do now, Chief? Make amends?"

"But they probably can't be bothered with me! What can I do? This is fate! The price of my loose tongue..."

"Don't think like that, Chief! No one's a god; everyone makes mistakes. First, think of a way to fix things. Our Underworld Society runs roughshod over the martial world. Just say the word—what do you want? Martial arts, divine weapons, beauties... As long as you open your golden mouth, we'll get it for you."

But they are a god! And a top-tier one at that! Xiong Ba thought helplessly.

Suddenly, he snapped to attention. "Wait... you mean sending them a beauty? That might not be a good idea—that Big Shot's strength is immense." Xiong Ba seemed tempted.

He didn't know the Big Shot's personality, but maybe it was worth a try?

Seeing Xiong Ba's interest, Wen Chou Chou grinned slyly. "Chief, think about it—what man in this world doesn't like women, right? If they don't like it, it just means the woman isn't pretty enough. I've heard Ming Yue of Peerless City is as beautiful as a celestial..."

"Hmm, then go handle it! Oh, and before that, gather all kinds of rare treasures and divine weapons for me... Preferably get the Fire Kirin Sword too."

"As you command."

At that moment, a saber lay before Xiong Ba—the Snow Drinking Saber, his trophy from the battle with Nie Renwang.

He hadn't planned to retrieve it, but after joining the Card Draw Group, he naturally would. Even if he didn't use it, he could exchange it for points.

Now, perhaps he could offer it as an apology gift to the Big Shot? Even if the Big Shot might not value it, whether they valued it was their business; doing it was his. Now was the time to show his stance.

With his mind made up, Xiong Ba continued watching the Livestream, hoping to learn the Big Shot's personality through it, so he could act accordingly.

The valley was scattered with bizarre, sparse flowers and plants of enormous size—some leaves were far larger than Liu Feng himself.

This was no surprise, given this was the Primordial World, especially with Nuwa's training ground located at Mount Buzhou.

The entire valley was silent, like a quiet painting slowly unfurling.

Looking out, a vast field of colorful, competing flowers cascaded layer by layer into the valley's depths, as brilliant and dazzling as the sunset clouds on the horizon, breathtakingly beautiful.

The air was thick with rich fragrance, like a light song echoing through the valley, intoxicating anyone who breathed it in.

Strangely, in this sea of blossoms and fragrant fields, neither diligent bees nor fluttering butterflies could be seen.

But this didn't catch Liu Feng's interest.

He was now strolling through the flower field with keen enjoyment when he suddenly noticed a massive lake hidden behind it in the valley.

The lake water was clear and pure, like a bright mirror quietly reflecting the silhouettes of the surrounding mountains.

Even more striking was a circular pool nearly a hundred meters in diameter near the lake's edge by the mountain.

This pool shone like a sparkling gem embedded in solid rock, standing out vividly.

The water was so clear you could see the patterns on the stones at the bottom and the fish and shrimp swimming about.

Even more miraculous, though water constantly seeped from the rock crevices, the pool's level remained perfectly moderate, with no sign of overflow.

The moment Liu Feng saw this crystal-clear, spirit-rich pool, he was thrilled!

This trip was all about finding a place to take a thorough bath.

Now, a pool as beautiful as a fairyland appeared—it was like a gift from heaven!

After all, he hadn't bathed in who knows how many years since his transmigration!

For someone still carrying modern memories and thinking from his past life, going so long without a bath was unbearable.

So, when he saw this pool, his excitement was beyond words—he was overjoyed!

Liu Feng: "Everyone, I'm turning off the livestream. I'm going to take a nice bath, hahaha!"

Group Members: "..."

Yun Miao: "Brother Liu, you can't be serious. How can you bear to bathe in such a beautiful pool? That ruins the atmosphere! Besides, this water might be some divine water—isn't it wasteful to bathe in it?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya: "Exactly, exactly! Big Shot, you can't waste it like that!"

Liu Feng: "What, you think I'm wasting the water by bathing here?"

Yun Miao: "Brother Liu, don't misunderstand. We just don't want to spoil this beauty. Can't you just draw some water to wash? Also, why isn't there any life in this huge valley? No treasures either—that doesn't make sense! This is Mount Buzhou..."

Before Yun Miao could finish, she was cut off.

Because a beam of light landed before Liu Feng.

When the light faded, a long sword radiating a crystalline glow quietly floated before Liu Feng—a Low Grade Primordial Spiritual Treasure immortal sword.

Yun Miao: "???" Is the slap in the face coming this fast?

I don't believe it. Besides, the sword flew over on its own—Brother Liu didn't do anything!

Tu Shan Ya Ya: "Haha, Miao Miao, that's a real slap in the face! A Big Shot is a Big Shot—no need to search deliberately, treasures deliver themselves to your door!"

Wang Ye: "This Fortune is truly invincible. Can't envy it, can't envy it!"

Qian Renxue: "If only I had such luck."

Ying Zheng: "I... this..."

Tsunade: "If I had this luck, wouldn't I become the richest person in the ninja world?"

Xiong Ba said nothing. He looked at the Snow Drinking Blade in his own hand, then at the immortal sword before the Big Shot, and fell silent—it was too embarrassing to bring out!

What now? What should he do next?