Screw Drilling Wood for Fire

Actually, Nuwa and Fuxi were both deeply puzzled.

They even began to speculate about Liu Feng's true identity. Just who was he, that the Heavenly Dao would be so lenient with him? This was something that affected the grand trend of the Heavenly Dao, yet it only stepped in to block the acquisition of merit and didn't impose any punishment.

After all, most major Heavenly Dao opportunities were essentially fated. To change them, you'd either need to shield yourself from the Heavenly Dao or alter them through overwhelming strength.

As the saying goes, fate is destiny. The grand trend of the Heavenly Dao cannot be changed, but minor trends can. So, some opportunities can be seized, while others are set in stone and cannot be taken.

Take Liu Feng's current drilling wood for fire to gain merit—this was destined to be accomplished by Suiren, as a reward for the human race.

But the human race didn't even exist yet!

How could Liu Feng possibly complete this opportunity?

Thus, what he was doing now naturally caught the Heavenly Dao's attention. Yet the Heavenly Dao only blocked the merit from descending, without punishing him. This, of course, made Nuwa and Fuxi curious about Liu Feng's identity.

Fuxi even secretly divined Liu Feng's identity, but all he saw was a dense fog—he couldn't see through a single shred of Liu Feng's origins. If his sister hadn't said Liu Feng was just an ordinary willow tree, he probably wouldn't even know what Liu Feng's true form was.

This only made him even more curious.

Now, his gaze was fixed intently on Liu Feng below.

Nuwa didn't say anything, but her beautiful eyes were also locked on Liu Feng, wanting to see what expression he'd have if he failed. It had to be said, under Liu Feng's influence, she had indeed become more mischievous.

At this moment, the entire valley was as quiet as if it were asleep, with only Liu Feng there, focused on drilling wood.

The creaking, grinding sound was especially jarring in the silence.

Though wisps of green smoke rose up, frustratingly, not a single spark appeared.

The group members went from anticipation to helplessness, and finally to disappointment.

What's going on?

Is drilling wood for fire really this hard?

Why hasn't the Big Shot succeeded after so long? There's smoke, but no flame, not even a single spark!

Wang Ye: "Admin, what's going on? Is the Big Shot going to fail?"

Yun Miao: "This... this I don't know either. Maybe he really will fail." Yun Miao truly didn't know what to say. She naturally hoped Brother Liu would succeed, but given the current situation, it seemed impossible.

Ying Zheng: "What's happening? Is it because the time hasn't come yet?"

Lin Fengjiao: "I've seen this in Daoist texts—this situation usually means the opportunity hasn't arrived yet."

Yun Miao: "That's right. It's probably because the human race hasn't appeared yet! It looks like Brother Liu's efforts were all for nothing!"

None of the group members expected that the simplest-looking task of drilling wood for fire would end in failure. Indeed, trying to snatch merit in the Primordial Chaos world was no easy feat!

Time ticked by, and before they knew it, over an hour had quietly passed.

By now, Liu Feng was drenched in sweat, his hands aching, and his clothes soaked through.

Despite all his effort, there was still only drifting dust, and the spark he longed for never appeared. Even with his strength, this was the result—proof that everything in the Primordial Chaos world was fated!

This infuriated Liu Feng. He grew a bit angry, suddenly slamming the dead branch in his hand hard against the ground, and couldn't help cursing: "To hell with drilling wood for fire! I'm done!"

With that roar, the pent-up frustration and helplessness in his heart burst out.

After all this trouble, Liu Feng finally understood: trying to freeload merit from the Heavenly Dao was nothing but a fool's dream. Why would the Heavenly Dao easily let such a good thing fall on someone like him, a schemer?

Just this past hour of futile effort—drilling wood for fire without even a single spark—was enough to prove this wasn't a simple matter!

The stories from his past life about crossing into the Primordial Chaos and easily gaining Heavenly Dao merit were impossible. Liu Feng shook his head in regret and had to give up.

His plan to freeload Heavenly Dao merit was officially declared bankrupt.

Seeing the furious Liu Feng, Nuwa and Fuxi exchanged a glance.

They both saw the amusement in each other's eyes.

Nuwa: Heh, so even you can have a bad day! Serves you right, trying to cut corners. Did you think Heavenly Dao merit was that easy to get?

She almost couldn't help laughing out loud. Her radiant face carried a faint smile, bright as a flower, delicate and charming, like the most beautiful bloom in spring, exuding a captivating fragrance and allure.

Too bad Liu Feng couldn't see such a sight.

As for Fuxi beside her, he didn't notice at all.

Right now, his gaze was on Liu Feng. It seemed his sister's disciple was no ordinary person!

He had heard Liu Feng say the words "drilling wood for fire"—that must be the key to this opportunity.

Though those words stirred something in his heart, his mind was still a blank, unable to grasp their meaning. He could only tell that this opportunity wasn't yet ripe.

Seeing Liu Feng so frustrated now, he also found it amusing.

Below, after venting, Liu Feng felt relieved.

He directly used Mana to start a fire, ready to continue his barbecue endeavor.

Then it suddenly hit him that he was still live-streaming. Oh no, his actions just now had all been seen by the group members! It was over—his image of being wise, mighty, tall, and mysterious was completely ruined.

But whatever, it's not like he made a living by tricking people. Image didn't matter.

Liu Feng: "Looks like Heavenly Dao merit isn't so easy to get. Miao Miao, are the seasonings ready?"

Yun Miao: "Brother Liu, I've already sent you a red packet. Accept it!"

Liu Feng said, "Alright, if you ever need anything in the future, just tell me. This is a fruit I obtained earlier—it's not much use to beings in the Primordial World, but in your realm, it might enhance your physique and strength. Eat just a little bit first, to avoid being unable to withstand it and exploding."

Liu Feng gave Yun Miao a fruit that looked like an apple. Though it wasn't one of the top ten innate spiritual roots and was of little use to him, it was a different story for someone from a small realm.

Yun Miao said, "Thank you, Brother Liu!"

Yun Miao didn't stand on ceremony and accepted it immediately. This was a spiritual fruit from the Primordial World—it would definitely be useful to her!

The other Group Members saw that just a bit of seasoning had been traded for a spiritual fruit, and their eyes burned with envy!

Too bad the Big Shot hadn't brought it up, so they didn't dare speak directly.

Only Wang Ye was inwardly excited—haha, he would also provide seasoning for the Big Shot. That meant he could get a return gift too. This was great! No, he had to go down the mountain right away.

After collecting the red packet, Liu Feng said a word to the Group Members and directly closed the Livestream!

Then he began his barbecue endeavor. With modern seasonings, before long, that spirit rabbit had been roasted by Liu Feng until the skin was golden and crispy, the inside tender and juicy, presenting a mouthwatering, tempting sheen.

Moreover, because he had smeared various seasonings on the rabbit's surface, these flavors blended together, emitting a rich and unique aroma that seemed capable of piercing one's soul.

This fragrance was so alluring that even Nuwa and Fuxi couldn't help but be moved.

After smelling this scent, they involuntarily took a deep breath, as if trying to draw all that wonderful flavor into their noses.

Nuwa was the most eager among them. Unable to suppress her inner desire, her figure flickered as she flew down, heading straight to Liu Feng's side.

Seeing this, Fuxi shook his head helplessly and followed Nuwa down.

"Disciple, instead of cultivating properly, you're here doing useless things. I've been looking for you."

A cold, questioning voice came, and Liu Feng's hand trembled, nearly dropping the roasted meat into the fire.

He thought to himself, Oh no, I've been caught by my master.

"Master, why have you come? Disciple disturbed your cultivation, please forgive me." Liu Feng quickly bowed and spoke with a flattering tone.

But Nuwa furrowed her delicate brows slightly, her beautiful eyes carrying a hint of reproach as she said, "Hmph! What, can't I come? This is my Dao field, and you know you've disturbed me, yet you still mess around here."

Her peerless beauty, paired with this displeased expression, made her look even more coldly alluring.

Hearing this, Liu Feng waved his hands repeatedly and explained, "No, no, no. Master, I'm delighted you came. It's just that I had just stabilized my cultivation and woke to find you still in seclusion. I didn't dare disturb you rashly, so I came here."

As he spoke, he pointed at the spirit beast roasting over the fire and continued, "That's why I thought I'd roast a spirit beast to satisfy my cravings and indulge my appetite. I never expected it to disturb your peace. Disciple admits his fault and begs for punishment."

Nuwa glared at him and said irritably, "You sure know how to make excuses. Instead of cultivating properly, you spend all day on things unrelated to cultivation. At this rate, when will you ever break through?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Master's lesson is absolutely right. Disciple knows his mistake. Once I finish this roast, I'll immediately go back to focused cultivation and won't let you down."

Liu Feng nodded hurriedly. He firmly adhered to the principle of not arguing with women.

But his gaze involuntarily fell on Nuwa.

She stood there gracefully, her white robes fluttering gently in the wind, her curvaceous figure faintly visible. With her slightly pouted lips and mildly reproachful eyes, she was truly captivating to the extreme.

Especially when she leaned down slightly to glare at him, it stirred an improper flutter in Liu Feng's heart.

Liu Feng quickly recited in his mind, Amitabha, she's my master, my master, my master.

Yet no matter how he hypnotized himself, his thoughts still strayed uncontrollably, and in the end, he could only look away!

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