The Protagonist Who Got a Nosebleed

Fortunately, Liu Feng didn't see that scene, or else he'd probably be scared to death.

The legendary Goddess Houtu, gentle as water and compassionate toward all beings, actually had such a violent side.

But Liu Feng forgot—Houtu was still an Ancestral Witch. Maybe she'd change after becoming Goddess Pingxin, but right now she was still a Witch. How could her temper be good?

Nuwa led Liu Feng back to her Dao field on Mount Buzhou.

Earlier, Liu Feng had already turned off the livestream. He naturally knew about the jealous, envious messages the Group Members had sent. To that, Liu Feng just wanted to say—Sigh, what can I do? Too much charm, making two goddesses fight over me. Who else can pull that off?

He didn't say anything in the group either. Right now, he needed to check out the place where he'd be living from now on.

"Master, this is your Dao field. Where is it?" Liu Feng asked curiously, looking at the swirling clouds around the field.

"This is Mount Buzhou. Your master's Dao field is halfway up the main peak."

"What? Mount Buzhou!" Liu Feng exclaimed in shock.

"That's right, Mount Buzhou. What's wrong?"

"Uh, nothing, nothing. It's just that Mount Buzhou is so famous, I was momentarily stunned."

Liu Feng said, feeling helpless inside.

He thought to himself, Master, you're going to get your disciple killed!

How could he not know Mount Buzhou? It was the peak formed from Great God Pangu's spine, and at its foot lay the territory of the Ancestral Witches.

Especially beneath the main peak—that was where the Twelve Ancestral Witches lived.

He had just rejected Goddess Houtu. Though she seemed unconcerned on the surface, others might not be so forgiving. What if Houtu told her brothers about his refusal to take her as master?

Heaven knows what would happen.

And Houtu, as the youngest and smallest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, had always been cherished and protected by the others.

Like a treasure held in the palm of their hands.

If Houtu went to complain to the other Ancestral Witches, the consequences would be unthinkable!

After all, among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, aside from Houtu and Xuan Ming, the remaining ten were all hot-tempered, fiery-natured—the kind that could explode at the slightest spark.

If those hotheaded Ancestral Witches found out he'd refused to take Houtu as his master and made her sad, they'd probably beat him to death!

Liu Feng didn't think his master's power alone could protect him.

Even Goddess Nuwa, who had already become a Sage, might struggle to gain the upper hand against the united, powerful Twelve Ancestral Witches!

After all, the Twelve Ancestral Witches together could go toe-to-toe with a Sage.

Thinking of this, Liu Feng couldn't help but shiver, groaning bitterly inside.

Forget it. I'll just not leave the Dao field.

Or I can wait until Master becomes a Sage and the Witch-Demon Calamity ends before going out. Anyway, I was a shut-in in my past life, and I still have the Card Draw Group. I'm sure it won't be boring.

Even though the Primordial World doesn't have the pleasures of my past life, I can cultivate. I'm just not going out.

"Disciple, let's go inside. See what you think of your master's Dao field."

"Yes, Master!"

Nuwa walked ahead, and Liu Feng followed behind. Watching her legs faintly visible beneath her skirt, Liu Feng couldn't help but wonder—What if those legs wore black or white stockings?

I'd probably get a nosebleed!

And what would Master's serpent tail look like?

Liu Feng unconsciously sank into thought.

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Suddenly, thump!

Liu Feng's nose bumped into something soft, and a fresh scent hit his nostrils.

Snapping back to reality, he realized his master had stopped at some point, and he'd accidentally collided with her beautiful back.

"What are you thinking about?"

Nuwa turned around and chided him playfully.

"Uh, sorry, Master. I was so absorbed in the surroundings that I didn't notice!"

"Oh? Then what's that red mark on your nose?"

"Ah! What?!"

Liu Feng was startled and quickly wiped his nose, only to find he'd actually bled a little.

Damn it, he thought in panic. I was fantasizing about my master too deeply and ended up with a nosebleed without realizing it.

"Ahem, Master, you know I just went through the lightning tribulation. I must have internal injuries, so that's why I'm bleeding. It's fine—I'll just recuperate a bit."

"Is... that so? Then take these days to rest. Once you've stabilized, your master will preach the Dao to you."

Nuwa knew Liu Feng was lying. She was fully aware of his condition, but she didn't call him out. Some things could wait for later.

"Disciple, this is your master's Dao field. Next to it is your Martial Uncle Fuxi's Dao field. He's in seclusion right now, so you must not disturb him."

"Disciple, understood!"

While Nuwa was introducing the place, Liu Feng finally had a chance to look over the Dao field. Originally, he had thought a Dao field was just a simple cave dwelling.

Yet the scene before him left him stunned—it was like a small world in itself.

Surrounded and sealed off by powerful formations, a massive plaza stretched out before Liu Feng.

The plaza was so vast that its end was beyond sight, giving a feeling of boundlessness.

In the distance, several buildings stood faintly in the haze.

These structures rose and fell in orderly tiers, neatly arranged in rows, appearing well-organized.

"This is the training ground, a place for martial practice.

Your master usually cultivates by the lotus pond over there. As for the distant buildings, pick one for yourself to rest in.

I'll slowly introduce you to the rest in the days to come."

"Disciple understands." Liu Feng nodded.

"Also, regarding cultivation—since you have already undergone Transformation, you must possess the Heavenly Dao Inheritance Memories.

Most living beings in the Primordial World rely on the Heavenly Dao Inheritance Memories for their cultivation.

First, sort out your own Mana and stabilize your realm. After that, your master will pass on my cultivation insights to you. At that time, you may use them for reference."

"Thank you, Master!"

Liu Feng also knew that the Primordial World had no cultivation methods; all living beings relied on the Heavenly Dao Inheritance Memories to grope their way forward on their own.

One could say everyone was crossing the river by feeling the stones—whoever had higher comprehension would be stronger.

"Alright, aren't you still injured? Go heal first! Once you're ready, your master will preach the Dao for you."

"Disciple takes his leave!" Liu Feng bowed and withdrew.

Nuwa said nothing more. With a flicker of her form, she appeared by the lotus pond, sat cross-legged, and began to cultivate.

Yet no matter what, she couldn't settle down. Her thoughts were tangled, dwelling on Liu Feng's matter.

More precisely, she was observing Liu Feng, trying to probe what kind of fortune he might bring her.

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