Could Master Be a Transmigrator Too?

Yet when Liu Feng saw Nuwa's peerlessly beautiful face, tinged with shyness, he froze again, and the words on the tip of his tongue caught in his throat.

He simply stood there, staring fixedly at Nuwa. Master was truly too beautiful.

Nuwa came back to her senses and looked at Liu Feng, only to find him gazing at her with a dazed expression and infatuated eyes. Fortunately, there was no lust in his gaze; it was still clear. Though Nuwa was displeased, she said nothing. Still, she had to teach him a proper lesson—wasn't this the perfect excuse?

Her jade-like hand reached out!

The next moment!

"Ah!"

"Master, what are you doing?" Liu Feng cried, clutching his forehead.

"What do you think I'm doing? What were you looking at? And just now... just now..." Nuwa found herself unable to say it aloud, raising her hand to strike him again.

Liu Feng hurriedly dodged!

"Cough, cough, well, um, I..." Liu Feng did not know how to explain himself for the moment.

Say it was an accident? Would Master believe him?

When women started being unreasonable, they were unreasonable by nature, so it was better to change the subject!

"Um, Master, you've finished your seclusion? You must have gained a great deal this time, right?"

"..."

Yet Nuwa merely stood there in silence, saying not a word, her frost-cold eyes slowly assessing Liu Feng from head to toe.

Her gaze seemed able to pierce through his soul itself, making Liu Feng shudder with fear.

And inwardly, she was secretly considering where to start on this rebellious disciple to soothe the hatred in her heart!

Ever since Nuwa had come into being, no one had ever touched her body—let alone there.

Just moments ago, in that flash of lightning, when Liu Feng's hand had accidentally brushed against her, an electric, unfamiliar sensation had instantly spread throughout her body, making Nuwa cry out despite herself.

Once she came back to her senses, shame and annoyance immediately welled up within her. A blush appeared on her lovely face as she cursed incessantly in her heart, "Rebellious disciple! Rebellious disciple!"

Especially when she saw Liu Feng looking terrified and timid now, the flames of anger in her heart burned all the fiercer.

After doing such a wicked thing, he still dared put on such an innocent, pitiful face. He was utterly detestable!

How could he? How dare he be so bold and reckless? It was simply lawless, intolerable to heaven itself!

Though Nuwa knew perfectly well that this was not entirely Liu Feng's fault. She, too, bore part of the responsibility.

After all, she had been involuntarily drawn to Liu Feng and unconsciously moved closer to him, which had ultimately led to this accident.

But Nuwa was utterly mortified and enraged, so naturally she placed the blame for this accident on Liu Feng. It was all because of him that she had fallen into such an awkward and embarrassing predicament.

It had to be said, once a woman became unreasonable, there truly was no solution—even powerful women were no exception.

Seeing that his Master was not speaking, Liu Feng did not dare speak either. He lowered his head, not daring to meet Nuwa's eyes.

Only because he, too, had recalled what had happened just now—what his hand had touched.

Though it had been accidental, he was scared half to death.

Even if he was Nuwa's disciple, that was Nuwa!

And she had actually been...

Still, no matter what, it had really felt good. Hehe!!

If Master had not been right in front of him, he would have wanted to smell his hand and see whether Master's fragrance still lingered on it.

Damn, what am I thinking?

Pervert, pervert. I really am a huge pervert.

She's my Master!

How could I have thoughts like that? No, I can't think about it anymore.

"Humph!!"

With Liu Feng's head lowered, Nuwa naturally could not see his expression. But sensing his flustered aura and the slight rubbing of his right hand, how could she not know what he was thinking?

She grew even angrier. Her snort carried mana within it, and with that alone, Liu Feng immediately felt his blood and qi churn, nearly coughing up a mouthful of blood.

Damn, Master saw right through my thoughts?

Is she going to purge the sect?

But after realizing that his blood and qi were merely churning and that nothing else was wrong, he relaxed again and said with a cheeky grin.

"Master, are you showing off your strength for me?"

Liu Feng spouted nonsense.

"Rebellious disciple, you know perfectly well what you did. If there is a next time, be careful—I'll make you suffer!!"

"This disciple would not dare!"

"You'd better not dare."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Liu Feng nodded repeatedly, then eagerly invited Nuwa to sit on the recliner. "Master, this is a recliner your disciple made. It's incredibly comfortable to lie on. Would you like to try it? And there's this red wine too—it tastes quite good. Would Master like a taste?"

"Disciple, what did I tell you before? You were to cultivate diligently and never slack off. But look at what you're doing now. Instead of working hard at cultivation, you're making all these useless things—are you planning to indulge in comfort? At this rate, when will you ever truly become an immortal?"

Though she said that, Nuwa still lay down on it. She had wanted to experience Liu Feng's posture just now, and now that she had the chance, she naturally would not let it pass.

She even casually picked up the cup beside her, poured herself a glass of red wine, slowly swirled it, and began to savor it.

Liu Feng: ???

He stared blankly as Nuwa sampled the red wine.

Master, do you have to be this hypocritical?!

Your mouth says no, but your body is this honest? And how are your movements so practiced? Don't tell me you're a Transmigrator too!

It had to be said, Master truly deserved to be half-human, half-snake. Even with a pair of legs at the moment, as she reclined on the chair, her figure was breathtakingly graceful.

The curves of her body were displayed to perfection, like a meticulously sculpted work of art.

Standing beside her, Liu Feng's gaze landed squarely on Nuwa, and he found himself unable to shift it away in the slightest.

His eyes filled once more with amazement and infatuation, as though he had been utterly captivated by the exquisite sight before him. Master, looking like this... makes things very difficult for your disciple!

"Rebellious disciple, keep staring and I'll gouge out your eyes." Sensing Liu Feng's burning gaze, Nuwa did not know why she felt little anger. Instead, she felt rather proud, with the faintest trace of sweetness in her heart. Still, her words were cold.

"Uh... cough, cough!"

Liu Feng withdrew his gaze, pulled over a chair for himself, and sat beside Nuwa.

"Master, your seclusion has ended. What did you gain this time?"

At Liu Feng's question, Nuwa curled her lips in displeasure. "Naturally, I gained quite a bit. Following what you taught us, your Martial Uncle and I opened three dantians, and they have already been filled with spiritual energy. Even if I fight someone of the same realm, my Mana will absolutely crush theirs."

Nuwa spoke with confidence.

This was the confidence that three dantians gave her. Not to mention that a trace of Primordial Qi was still stored within her Lower Dantian. If she used it, among those at the peak of the Grand Golden Immortal realm, no one would be her match.

As for realms above that, in the entire Primordial World, perhaps only people like Hong Jun and Rahula—those reincarnated Chaos Demon Gods—had come into contact with them.

"Ah, congratulations, Master. Your strength has advanced yet again."

Liu Feng congratulated her sincerely. After all, the stronger his master was, the more assured his own safety would be. Naturally, he was delighted.

"Hehe, so, disciple, you must cultivate diligently. Do not bring shame upon your master."

"Yes, this disciple understands!!"

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