Nuwa Almost Collapses

"Um, Master, after you opened your dantians, did you have any insights?"

Even though he'd already accepted that his master could open three dantians at once, he still felt a bit dejected inside.

This was the gap! The gap between people was bigger than the gap between people and pigs.

"Of course I do. I'll explain it to you now. From now on, you need to work hard, understand? If I see you slacking off like this again, there'll be trouble for you. Hmph!"

"Yes, yes, yes, this disciple will definitely work hard!"

Nuwa then went over the same explanation she'd given her brother Fuxi earlier.

Liu Feng listened very attentively. But attentive as he was, he still didn't get it—or rather, he still found it hard to grasp the mysteries within, even with the Heaven-Defying Comprehension Buff activated.

This was the limitation of a 1.0 Heaven-Defying Comprehension Buff!

Back when he first got this buff, he thought he'd be invincible. Now it seemed reality had slapped him hard across the face!

"These are all of my insights. Is there anything you still don't understand?" Nuwa lifted her eyes to glance at Liu Feng and asked calmly.

Hearing this, Liu Feng scratched his head awkwardly. "Master, I've memorized everything, but there are still some parts I don't get.

How exactly do I open the Middle Dantian and Upper Dantian? How do I use them? And how do I bring out their full potential? I still don't understand any of that—my mind's a complete blank.

Not only that, even the Lower Dantian I opened—right now, aside from storing that light point from before, it can't even hold Mana. It's different from yours! Master, do you know why?

Also, also, Master, could you explain it in more detail? Like the specific method for opening the Middle Dantian and Upper Dantian, and what it feels like before opening them, and also... also..."

Liu Feng seemed to have opened a floodgate, firing off a whole bunch of questions at once.

But he didn't notice Nuwa's face growing darker and darker, her jade hand slowly clenching—any moment now, she might hit someone.

Here it comes!

Why so soon?

Nuwa was inwardly collapsing, screaming. She'd just told her brother that teaching Liu Feng would be a tough job.

But she never expected it to come this fast!

He started asking right away, and every question was absurd yet cut straight to the core of the issue.

To Nuwa, all these questions seemed simple—things she'd never even paid attention to before.

After all, as an Innate Lifeform, her natural talent went without saying. Many times, insights and breakthroughs came from a single sentence—what they called a flash of inspiration.

After that, cultivation and breakthroughs naturally fell into place.

So she'd never really cared about the process, as long as the goal was achieved.

But Liu Feng's questions now were all about the steps she'd overlooked or skipped entirely. How was she supposed to answer that?

What kind of questions are these?

Even an ordinary lifeform wouldn't ask such stupid questions!

For a moment, Nuwa truly didn't know how to respond.

She'd thought that by simply recounting her own cultivation insights, Liu Feng would understand and fall into a state of enlightenment.

But now it seemed she'd been too naive!

"Alright, think about these questions yourself. I've already shared my insights with you. From now on, cultivate well and strive to become an immortal soon, successfully opening your Middle Dantian and Upper Dantian."

Liu Feng: ???

That's it? All my questions went unanswered! And these were doubts raised under stacked buffs! If I don't ask you, who do I ask? You're my master!

Are you really going to slack off like this? 'Master leads you in, but cultivation depends on yourself,' huh?

This is like explaining a problem by just giving me the answer, with none of the steps.

You expect me to figure out the process myself!

But if I already knew how, why would I ask!

Liu Feng was truly speechless at his irresponsible master.

If Nuwa were in his past life, she'd have been kicked out of school long ago. Teaching like this—she'd be leading students astray!

But Liu Feng was misunderstanding. For Primordial World lifeforms, most of the time, it was just that one result they were missing.

Once they knew the result, they had a goal. The process, they'd slowly figure out through their own cultivation.

Otherwise, earlier, just by Liu Feng mentioning the Mythic Method and briefly demonstrating a dantian strike, Nuwa had been able to achieve enlightenment twice.

That was opportunity.

Even in the future, when Dao Ancestor Hong Jun preached the Dao, it would be the same—he'd lay out the results, and the process of comprehension was up to the individual.

You could say this was an era that depended on talent.

Sometimes, even if you knew the result, you could spend your whole life and never achieve it.

Take Becoming a Saint, for example.

Though the Sage positions were set, Hong Jun had also said that Heaven's path leaves one out of forty-nine. Besides the confirmed six Sages, a sliver of hope remained for the Primordial World's living beings—that wisp of Hongmeng Purple Qi given to that unlucky bastard Hongyun.

Call it bait, or call it a thread of hope.

Unfortunately, the countless beings of the Primordial World toil their entire lives for that faint glimmer of hope, yet most can never reach it.

And they pay for it with their lives.

It has to be said—truly tragic.

Not to mention anything else, right now Liu Feng was utterly dumbfounded.

These were all problems in his own cultivation!

His master actually refused to explain, telling him to figure it out himself.

If he could figure it out on his own, he wouldn't have waited until now to undergo his tribulation and Transformation.

What kind of master was this?

Free-range raising!

Would a master like this really be any help to his cultivation?

At this moment, Liu Feng sank into deep doubt.

It was like this—he was a primary school graduate, and she just tossed him a college-level calculus textbook to study. If he already knew it, why would he need to start from primary school?

Sure, you have a high starting point, you're amazing—but can't you consider the feelings of us bottom-feeders?

Liu Feng really had no strength left to complain!

"What's with that look? Why are you staring at me like that?"

Nuwa noticed Liu Feng's strange gaze, which made her quite uncomfortable, and she spoke with feigned anger.

"Nothing, I just think Master is very... dignified. Yeah, that's it, very dignified."

Liu Feng, who had been about to say "cute," quickly changed his words.

"Good that you know. Alright, just cultivate according to your master's insights, and strive to become an immortal as soon as possible. You're not even an immortal yet and already this lazy—what will you do later?"

"Isn't Master still here? I believe Master will protect your disciple, right?"

"Hmph, if you keep being this lazy, I can't guarantee I'll protect you. So you'd better work hard on your cultivation and don't let me down." Nuwa's tone carried a threat.

"I understand."

Though he wasn't sure if Nuwa was serious, Liu Feng didn't dare gamble now. If he really got kicked out of the sect, wouldn't that be a huge loss?

Heh heh!

Seeing Liu Feng's face twist through a series of expressions, Nuwa let out a light laugh. Little brat, as if I can't handle you.