Taking Advantage for the First Time

"Little sister, hearing your insights has given me some different insights of my own. I shall return to my cave abode and enter seclusion to continue contemplating them. I also need to carefully study the records concerning the Qi Refinement into Spirit realm. This time, my strength should be able to advance another step. For all of this, I have Nephew Disciple to thank!"

As he spoke, Fuxi rose to his feet, preparing to leave.

Just then, he seemed to recall something. His brows furrowed slightly as he asked in confusion, "Eh? Where has Nephew Disciple gone this time?"

Only then did Fuxi realize that while they had been contemplating the dantian, Liu Feng had vanished at some unknown point, leaving without a trace.

He and Nuwa had been immersed in the joy of successfully opening their dantians, so much so that neither had noticed Liu Feng was no longer there.

Nuwa beside him also belatedly discovered this. Her lovely face, faintly flushed with the joy of opening her dantian, instantly darkened.

Where had that rebellious disciple run off to now? Could he have gone off to be lazy and sleep again?

So unwilling to make progress, so unbearably mischievous—was this disciple trying to infuriate her to death?

Ahhh, this disciple could not be kept.

Absolutely could not be kept!

Nuwa secretly swore to herself, though the thought passed in a flash.

Not keeping him was absolutely impossible, but she definitely had to teach him a proper lesson. Yes, this time she had to let him know his master's dignity.

With that thought, Nuwa clenched her pearly teeth and said indignantly, "Elder Brother, go back first and stabilize your cultivation! I must find that rebellious disciple and give him a thorough lesson!"

Her words brimmed with boundless fury.

"Little sister, do not get angry. Calm down. Once you find Nephew Disciple, simply instruct him properly. Remember to keep it measured. Nephew Disciple has only just undergone Transformation; perhaps he has not yet adapted. Once he settles down, he will be fine." Fuxi kindly spoke up for Liu Feng.

It would not do if his little sister failed to control her strength.

Liu Feng: Martial Uncle really is the best! Don't worry, in the future, I definitely won't let you die without knowing why!

Fuxi: Uh... there's really no need for that!!

Nuwa merely nodded slightly to show that she understood, without giving any response.

Seeing her like this, Fuxi knew her temperament could not be persuaded, so he said no more. In any case, she would not truly do anything to Liu Feng. He did not believe his little sister failed to understand Liu Feng's importance.

After saying one more thing to his little sister, his figure flashed and instantly vanished from before Nuwa's eyes.

Nuwa paid no mind to Fuxi's departure. With a sweep of her divine sense, she discovered Liu Feng in the Valley.

What surprised her even more was that Liu Feng was lying on a strange and peculiar chair, sleeping deeply and peacefully. From the tranquil serenity on his face, he was likely having some wonderful dream. Beside him sat a strange bottle and a transparent cup filled with red liquid.

It was red wine, given to Liu Feng by Yun Miao for him to try.

Liu Feng had drunk a little. Though it contained no spiritual energy, drinking red wine in the Primordial World truly had a unique flavor.

Seeing Liu Feng so at ease, Nuwa's expression immediately darkened, cold as frost.

The next instant, her figure appeared within the Valley like a ghost, silently arriving before Liu Feng.

When her gaze fell upon the house that had suddenly appeared before her, along with the dazzling array of unfamiliar tools, she was somewhat stunned.

Without exception, these tools had nothing whatsoever to do with cultivation. Clearly, Liu Feng had made them purely to indulge in comfort and pleasure.

This made Nuwa snort coldly once more.

Yet when Nuwa gazed at Liu Feng's peaceful sleeping face, felt the faint coolness brought by the breeze brushing softly across her cheeks, and smelled the waves of fragrant floral scent drifting through the air, an unusual feeling could not help rising within her heart.

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Especially now, with Liu Feng's face slightly flushed from drinking red wine, she was actually dazed for a moment.

The feeling was impossible to describe. It contained both dissatisfaction with Liu Feng's lazy way of life and, seemingly, a trace of imperceptible envy and longing.

Not to mention that Liu Feng's comfort, as though he had merged with nature itself, stirred ripples within Nuwa's heart.

What is wrong with me? Why am I feeling this way? These are not emotions a cultivator should have.

Having come back to her senses, Nuwa secretly steeled herself. No, she absolutely could not let this rebellious disciple disrupt her state of mind!

She was pursuing the Great Dao—how could she possibly envy the lazy lifestyle of a rebellious disciple?

Nuwa gathered her thoughts and prepared to wake Liu Feng. From now on, she had to supervise him and make sure he cultivated properly. It had been so long since he passed his tribulation and underwent Transformation, yet he still had not become immortal. Such laziness would not do.

Just then, Liu Feng, whose eyes remained closed, suddenly burst into loud laughter.

His laughter was like a clap of thunder, tearing through the Valley's former silence and peace. Its echoes rolled endlessly through the mountains, and the entire Valley seemed to tremble with his laughter.

Listening closely, one could hear it overflowing with smugness and arrogance.

It was an unrestrained, flamboyant delight, as though he were proclaiming to the whole world just how exhilarated he was at this very moment.

Nuwa was taken aback. What was going on? Had he gained some benefit even while sleeping, or had he dreamed of something good?

In particular, his joyous expression involuntarily drew Nuwa in.

She quietly walked to Liu Feng's side, bent down close to him, and slowly leaned toward his faintly flushed, serene face.

Her beautiful eyes stared intently at Liu Feng, as if she wished to see through his face and discover what had happened to him.

A fresh, elegant fragrance drifted leisurely into Liu Feng's nose.

Like the fragrance released by flowers blooming in spring, it was intoxicating, making one unable to free oneself.

Subconsciously, Liu Feng took a deep breath, savoring this beauty to his heart's content.

Liu Feng had originally thought it was the fragrance of red wine and paid it no mind. Instead, he rather enjoyed it and took several more breaths.

Until— a gentle breeze swept past, and Nuwa's silky, supple hair drifted softly with the wind.

Several strands of hair, like mischievous little sprites, lightly brushed against Liu Feng's nose, bringing an indescribable tickling sensation.

Unable to help himself, Liu Feng raised a hand, trying to rub his slightly itchy nose.

However, the moment he lifted his hand, his fingertips unexpectedly touched something soft.

He instantly realized something was wrong. This...

Just as he was about to open his eyes, a startled cry rang out beside his ear!

"Ah!!"

Nuwa let out a soft cry. Like a startled fawn, she involuntarily took a step back.

Though the cry was very faint, it still reached Liu Feng's ears clearly.

He abruptly opened his eyes, only to see Nuwa's gaze, tinged with slight anger.

Looking more closely, one could see a faint blush quietly rising on Nuwa's snow-white cheeks, making her appear especially bashful and captivating.

Liu Feng had no idea what had happened—or rather, he was still completely dumbfounded. But when he saw Nuwa's pretty face gradually turn cold, he shuddered for no reason.

He hurriedly got to his feet, preparing to make amends.