Nuwa's Suspicion, the Riotous Witch Clan

However, what Goddess Nuwa saw was Liu Feng casually finding a room and lying down to sleep.

That's right, between sorting out his mana and cultivating, he chose to lie flat. After all, ever since he transmigrated into a willow tree, he hadn't lain down to sleep once—for someone who was a shut-in in his past life, this was sheer torture. Now that he'd finally managed to take human form, of course he wanted to lie flat and properly enjoy the pleasure of sleeping as a human.

Liu Feng lay on the soft bed, utterly savoring the moment. Don't ask where the bed came from—he was a demon who'd taken human form, a great demon at the Tribulation Transcendence stage; conjuring up bedding was a trivial matter. As soon as he lay down, Liu Feng wasn't the type to fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow, so he naturally opened the chat group to shoot the breeze with the group members.

This behavior of Liu Feng's made Goddess Nuwa, who was observing him, break out in a sweat. I told you to sort out your mana—you just crossed the tribulation and took human form, shouldn't you be working hard to cultivate? Instead, you just lie down and fall asleep. So lazy—are you fit to be this Seat's disciple? Did I make a mistake taking him as my disciple? At this moment, Goddess Nuwa was starting to doubt her life. She hadn't seen any opportunity, but she'd seen laziness on full display. Especially the look of enjoyment on Liu Feng's face—was sleeping really that important? Goddess Nuwa couldn't understand. Ever since Pangu split heaven and earth, every living being that gained intelligence had cultivated every spare moment—when had they ever seen a creature like Liu Feng, so greedily indulging in external pleasures?

At this point, Goddess Nuwa had to wonder: could Liu Feng really bring her an opportunity? Or had she sensed wrong? Still, with his eyes closed sleeping, Liu Feng's face was truly handsome—Goddess Nuwa found herself thinking involuntarily. Snapping back to reality, she startled herself, then composed her mind and continued cultivating. But if you looked closely, you could spot a faint, almost imperceptible blush on Goddess Nuwa's pretty face, making her look very charming and alluring at that moment.

Liu Feng, naturally, knew nothing of this. He noticed that two new members had joined the group: Zhang Sanfeng and Lin Fengjiao. Sure enough, the group chat was ever-changing, but Zhang Sanfeng and Uncle Nine were constants. Almost every group had these two—one cultivating immortality in a martial world, the other bearing the title of the Ten Thousand Realms' Holy Teacher.

Liu Feng: "Newcomers, huh! True Master Zhang and Uncle Nine—old faces!"

Zhang Sanfeng: "Big Shot is too kind. Compared to you, we're nothing."

Lin Fengjiao: "Big Shot, I dare not accept such praise. This poor priest is humbled."

Yun Miao: "Hehe, True Master Zhang and Uncle Nine are just being modest. But in front of Brother Liu, it seems you really do have to be modest. By seniority, Brother Liu counts as the Human Race's Senior Disciple Brother."

Zhang Sanfeng: "Hmm, why does the Admin say that?"

Yun Miao: "Think about it—Goddess Nuwa is the Holy Mother of the Human Race, and Brother Liu is Goddess Nuwa's disciple. That makes him the senior disciple brother of the entire human race. What's more, the human race hasn't even appeared yet—who knows what will happen later? Maybe Brother Liu can even help Goddess Nuwa out. If Goddess Nuwa creates humans using Brother Liu as the model for men, then..."

Yun Miao didn't finish, but the group members naturally understood what she meant. At that point, it wouldn't just be a simple matter of being the Human Race's Senior Disciple Brother.

Liu Feng: "Ahem, Miao Miao, you're going too far. You have to know that when Goddess Nuwa created the human race, she referenced the Queen Mother of the West. How can I compare to the Queen Mother of the West? That's too much, a bit too much."

Yun Miao: "That's not necessarily true. By the way, Brother Liu, where are you now? Are you at Goddess Nuwa's dojo? Where is Goddess Nuwa's dojo right now? Is it pretty?"

Liu Feng: "At Mount Buzhou, halfway up the mountain."

Yun Miao: "Ah! Then isn't Brother Liu in danger?"

Qian Renxue: "Miao Miao, why do you say that?"

Tu Shan Ya Ya: "I really want to know too."

Yun Miao: "Isn't it obvious? Brother Liu previously rejected Goddess Houtu, and at the foot of Mount Buzhou is the territory of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. In other words, little brother is surrounded by the Ancestral Witches. If he goes down the mountain, unless he can teleport through space, whether he walks or flies, he'll have to pass through the Ancestral Witches' domain. And when that happens, tsk tsk tsk!!"

That "tsk tsk tsk" was very telling, carrying a hint of schadenfreude. Moreover, Yun Miao didn't mention that even if Liu Feng became a Sage, he probably wouldn't gain much advantage against the combined force of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Lin Fengjiao: "Admin, isn't that a bit too terrifying? Goddess Houtu shouldn't be that petty, right?"

Zhang Sanfeng: "This old Daoist thinks so too."

Wang Ye: "This little Daoist also doesn't think Goddess Houtu would hold a grudge against Big Shot over something like this."

Ying Zheng: "This Lonely One truly believes so. Otherwise, how could she become the master of the Six Paths of Reincarnation?"

The male group members still didn't understand women—they were just too naive.

Yun Miao: "Hehe, we'll see later. Brother Liu, you'd better be careful."

Liu Feng: "Don't worry, I plan not to leave the dojo until my master, Goddess Nuwa, becomes a Sage."

Liu Feng thought of Goddess Houtu's gaze before he left and couldn't help shivering. He didn't intend to dwell on this topic.

Liu Feng: "By the way, has a month passed yet? Has the card pool been updated?"

Yun Miao: "Not yet. There are still ten days for the Normal Card Pool. The Skill Card Pool is still far off."

Liu Feng: "I see. The time flow is different. I don't know how many years have passed on my end, but the chat group has only gone twenty days? Just as well—I'm so broke right now I can't even open my wallet. I'll wait a while longer!"

Group Members: "???"

Do you even hear what you're saying? If you're poor, what does that make us?

Not to mention anything else, just the Bao Lian Deng alone is worth an astronomical number of points, right?

Of course, no one would be stupid enough to sell the Bao Lian Deng.

If you can't find the book title, try searching for the author—maybe it just changed names!

For a moment, the Group Members didn't want to speak.

Liu Feng didn't say anything more either; he closed the group chat and went to sleep.

However, he noticed that after he fell asleep, a beam of light flashed from Nuwa's Lotus Pond, entered Liu Feng's room, and landed beside him. It was a lotus platform magic treasure with six petals, graded as a Low Grade Primordial Spiritual Treasure.

Nuwa stared in shock at this scene.

What's going on?

This lotus platform wasn't fully mature yet—how did it detach on its own and go to Liu Feng? Nuwa used her great Mana to pull the Six Petal White Lotus over and examined it closely, but found nothing wrong. She also looked at Zhao Chen, who was sleeping soundly, and found nothing unusual.

She calculated with her fingers but gained no insight. She simply assumed that Liu Feng had a fateful connection with the Six Petal White Lotus, released her restraint, and the Six Petal White Lotus returned to Liu Feng's side.

Nuwa stopped paying attention and continued her cultivation.

But what happened next utterly shattered her worldview...

On the other side.

Houtu vented her feelings and returned to the Witch Clan.

Even so, the anger in her heart hadn't fully subsided. From birth until now, no one had ever rejected her. Normally, the kind-hearted Houtu was the darling of everyone's eyes.

As the youngest, the other Ancestral Witches doted on her even more.

They voluntarily took on the duties that originally belonged to Houtu, hoping she could play and enjoy life without a care.

Not only that, but even the daily management of Houtu's tribe was handled by the Great Witches Kuafu and Xingtian.

Because of this, Houtu was showered with endless affection. Whatever she needed or wished for, her elder brothers would fulfill without hesitation, even racking their brains to make it happen.

Yet, in such a pampered environment, Liu Feng became an exception.

He wasn't just the first man to reject Houtu—he might be the only one.

This outcome naturally made Houtu very unhappy and somewhat angry. But what irritated her most wasn't just Liu Feng's rejection—it was that Liu Feng had made a choice between her and Nuwa, and he chose Nuwa, not her.

That was the real reason Houtu was so displeased.

Was she really inferior to Nuwa? Houtu doubted herself.

In terms of strength, she had naturally mastered the Law of Earth and was already at the Grand Golden Immortal realm, on par with Nuwa.

In terms of appearance, Houtu was confident she was no less than Nuwa.

In terms of figure, Houtu was tall and slender, even slightly surpassing Nuwa!

Not to mention her background—she and her many elder brothers were all at the Grand Golden Immortal realm, with several of them on the verge of reaching the peak of Grand Golden Immortal.

In short, there were eleven more like her in strength on her side. What did Nuwa have to compete with?

Yet despite all this, that little fellow Liu Feng had rejected her and chosen Nuwa.

Why?

Houtu couldn't figure it out, and she was furious. But even so, she never thought of killing Liu Feng—she just wanted to get back at him, since he had made her lose face in front of her rival, Nuwa.

All the way back, she was thinking about how to teach that little fellow a lesson the next time she saw him. Before she knew it, she had returned to the Witch Clan's tribe.

However, her unhappy expression, her absent-minded and dazed demeanor, caused an uproar in the Witch Clan.

It could be said that Houtu was the clan's collective darling. Now, after just a short trip out, she had become like this—how could the Witch Clan not erupt?

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Soon, several figures appeared beside Houtu.

"Little sister, what happened to you? How did you end up like this after just a short trip? Did someone bully you? Tell your brother, and I'll get revenge for you!"

The arrivals were all Ancestral Witches. The most hot-tempered of them, the Fire Ancestral Witch Zhurong, was the first to speak with his booming voice.

"Yeah, little sister, who bullied you? Tell your brother!"

"And me!"

"Little sister, speak—what happened?"

The other Ancestral Witches chimed in.

And Zhurong's loud voice spread directly through the Witch Clan, so many Ancestral Witches learned that Ancestral Witch Houtu had been bullied.

This set the entire Witch Clan ablaze.

How outrageous! Who dares to bully our Ancestral Witch? Are they tired of living?

Even the currently strongest three clans—Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin—wouldn't dare bully the Witch Clan. And now, an Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan had been bullied outside.

How could this be tolerated?

They must take revenge.

In an instant, the entire Witch Clan seethed with fervor, each one unleashing their aura.

They didn't care that Ancestral Witch Houtu was a Grand Golden Immortal; if she had truly been bullied, then the one who did it was surely stronger than them.

But so what? To the Ancestral Witches, strength didn't matter—what they loved most was a good fight.

The whole Witch Clan tribe was all about building muscle.

This caused some cultivators outside the Witch Clan territory to feel their aura and flee in terror.

They grumbled inwardly—who had managed to provoke these muscle-brained Witches again?

Truly asking for death.

Better to stay far away, lest they get caught in the crossfire.