However, what Nuwa saw was Liu Feng casually finding a room and lying down to sleep.
That was right. Between sorting out his mana and cultivating, he chose to lie flat.
After all, ever since he had transmigrated into a willow tree, he had never lain down and slept. For someone who had been a shut-in in his previous life, it had been sheer torture.
Now that he had finally taken human form, he naturally wanted to lie down and properly enjoy the pleasure of sleeping in a human body.
Liu Feng lay on the soft bed and began to sleep with utter enjoyment. Don't ask where the bed came from. He was a shapeshifted demon and a great demon at the Tribulation Transcendence stage, after all. Conjuring bedding was a simple matter.
Having just lain down, Liu Feng was naturally not the sort of person who fell asleep the moment his head touched the pillow. He opened the chat group and started chatting and joking with the Group Members instead.
Liu Feng's behavior left Nuwa, who had been observing him, covered in black lines. I told you to sort out your mana. You just survived a tribulation and took human form—shouldn't you be continuing to cultivate diligently?
Why had he simply lain down and gone to sleep?
Could someone this lazy really be worthy of becoming her disciple?
Did I make a mistake by taking him as my disciple? Nuwa was beginning to question life itself.
She had yet to see any opportunity, but his laziness was on full display.
Especially the satisfied expression on Liu Feng's face. Was sleeping really that important?
Nuwa truly could not understand it.
Ever since Pangu had split open Heaven and Earth and these living beings had gained intelligence, which one of them had not cultivated every second they could? When had she ever seen a living being like Liu Feng, greedily indulging in worldly comforts?
Nuwa could not help but wonder whether Liu Feng could truly bring her an opportunity. Could it be that her senses had been wrong?
Still, Liu Feng's face looked rather handsome with his eyes closed in sleep, Nuwa unconsciously thought.
When she came back to her senses, she was startled and quickly composed herself before continuing her cultivation.
Yet upon closer inspection, one could see an almost imperceptible blush on Nuwa's lovely face, making her appear especially delicate and captivating.
Naturally, Liu Feng knew nothing of this. He discovered that two new Group Members had joined the group.
Zhang Sanfeng and Lin Fengjiao.
Sure enough, chat groups came and went, but Zhang Sanfeng and Uncle Nine remained constant.
Almost every group had these two: one cultivated immortality in a martial arts world, while the other bore the title of Saintly Master of Myriad Worlds.
Liu Feng: "Newcomers, huh! True Master Zhang and Uncle Nine—familiar faces!"
Zhang Sanfeng: "Big Shot, you are too kind. Compared to you, we are not worth mentioning."
Lin Fengjiao: "Big Shot, please do not say that. This humble Daoist is ashamed."
Yun Miao: "Hehe, True Master Zhang and Uncle Nine are being modest. But before Brother Liu, they really do have to be modest. By seniority, Brother Liu counts as the Human Race's Senior Disciple Brother."
Zhang Sanfeng: "Why does the administrator 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. Doesn't that make him the senior disciple brother of the entire Human Race? Besides, the Human Race has not even appeared yet. Who knows what might happen in the future? Perhaps Brother Liu may even help Goddess Nuwa. If Goddess Nuwa uses Brother Liu as the model for men when she creates humanity, then..."
Yun Miao did not finish, but the Group Members naturally understood what she meant. At that point, he would be far more than merely the Human Race's Senior Disciple Brother.
Liu Feng: "Ahem, Miao Miao is exaggerating. When Goddess Nuwa creates humanity, she will be referencing the Queen Mother of the West. How could I compare to the Queen Mother of the West? That is going too far—far too far."
Yun Miao: "Not necessarily. By the way, Brother Liu, where are you now? Are you at Goddess Nuwa's Daoist sanctuary? Where is Goddess Nuwa's sanctuary at the moment? Is it beautiful?"
Liu Feng: "On Mount Buzhou, halfway up the mountain."
Yun Miao: "Ah! Doesn't that mean Brother Liu is in danger?"
Qian Renxue: "Why do you say that, Miao Miao?"
Tu Shan Ya Ya: "I want to know too."
Yun Miao: "Isn't it obvious? Brother Liu rejected Goddess Houtu earlier, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches' territory lies beneath Mount Buzhou. You could say Young Brother is surrounded by the Ancestral Witches. Unless he can travel through space, he will have to pass through their territory whether he walks or flies down the mountain. When that time comes, tsk tsk tsk!"
That "tsk tsk tsk" was especially expressive, carrying a rather gleeful air of schadenfreude.
Moreover, Yun Miao did not mention that even if Liu Feng became a Sage, he likely would not gain much of an advantage against the Twelve Ancestral Witches working together.
Lin Fengjiao: "Isn't the administrator making it sound a little too terrifying? Goddess Houtu should not be that petty, right?"
Zhang Sanfeng: "This old Daoist thinks so as well."
Wang Ye: "This young Daoist also does not believe Goddess Houtu would bear a grudge against the Big Shot over such a trivial matter."
Ying Zheng: "I think the same. Otherwise, how could she possibly become the master of the Six Paths of Reincarnation?"
The male Group Members simply did not understand women. They could only be called far too naive.
Yun Miao: "Hehe, we will know in the future. Brother Liu, you should still be careful."
Liu Feng: "Don't worry. I plan to remain in my master Nuwa's Daoist sanctuary until she becomes a Saint."
Thinking of the look in Houtu's eyes before he left, Liu Feng could not help shuddering.
He did not intend to say more about the matter.
Liu Feng: "By the way, has a month passed? Has the card pool refreshed?"
Yun Miao: "Not yet. There are still ten days before the Normal Card Pool refreshes. The Skill Card Pool is even further away."
Liu Feng: "I see. The flow of time is different. Who knows how many years have passed on my side, yet only twenty days have passed in the chat group? Perfect—I'm so poor I can barely afford to eat. I'll wait a while longer!"
Group Members: "???"
Did he even hear what he was saying? If he was poor, then what were they?
Setting everything else aside, the points value of the Bao Lian Deng alone was an astronomical figure!
Of course, no one would be foolish enough to sell the Bao Lian Deng.
For a moment, none of the Group Members wanted to speak.
Liu Feng said nothing further either. He closed the chat group and fell asleep.
However, after he fell asleep, he discovered that a streak of light flashed from the Lotus Pond where Nuwa was cultivating, entered Liu Feng's room, and landed beside him. It was a lotus platform with six petals, a magical treasure of the Low Grade Primordial Spiritual Treasure rank.
Nuwa stared at the scene in shock.
What was going on?
That lotus platform had not fully matured yet. Why had it detached on its own and gone to Liu Feng's side? Nuwa used her immense mana to draw the Six Petal White Lotus over and inspect it carefully, yet she found nothing amiss. She then looked at Zhao Chen, who was sleeping soundly, but discovered nothing there either.
She calculated with her fingers but gained nothing. She could only assume that Liu Feng was fated with the Six Petal White Lotus. Releasing her restraint, the Six Petal White Lotus returned to Liu Feng's side.
Nuwa stopped paying attention and resumed cultivating.
However, what happened next would utterly shatter her worldview...
Meanwhile, elsewhere.
Houtu vented her emotions before returning to the Witch Clan.
Even so, the anger in her heart had not completely subsided. Since her birth until now, no one had ever rejected her. Normally, kind-hearted Houtu had been everyone's darling.
Because she was the youngest, the other Ancestral Witches doted on her even more.
They took the initiative to handle the duties that should have belonged to Houtu, wishing only for her to play freely without worries and enjoy life to the fullest.
Not only that, but even the daily management of the Houtu Tribe was handled on her behalf by the Great Witches Kuafu and Xingtian.
Because of this, Houtu could be said to have been showered with countless affections. No matter what she needed or wished for, her brothers would satisfy her without hesitation and even rack their brains to help her achieve her desires.
Yet in such an environment where everyone revolved around her, an exception like Liu Feng appeared.
Not only was he the first man to reject Houtu, he might also be the only one.
Naturally, Houtu was displeased and angry at this outcome. Yet what irritated her was not merely Liu Feng's rejection. More importantly, Liu Feng had made a choice between her and Nuwa—he had chosen Nuwa instead of her.
That was the true reason Houtu was so upset.
Could it be that I am truly inferior to Nuwa? Houtu began doubting herself.
In terms of strength, she had been born with control over the Law of Earth and had already reached the realm of Grand Golden Immortal, placing her on par with Nuwa.
In terms of appearance, Houtu was confident she was not inferior to Nuwa in the slightest.
In terms of figure, Houtu was tall and slender, even slightly surpassing Nuwa!
Not to mention her status and background. She and her many brothers were all at the Grand Golden Immortal realm, and several of her brothers were even about to reach the peak of the Grand Golden Immortal realm.
To put it bluntly, there were eleven others on her side as powerful as she was. What could Nuwa use to compete with her?
Yet even so, that little fellow Liu Feng had rejected her and chosen Nuwa.
Why?
Houtu could not understand, and she was furious. Yet even so, she had never thought of killing Liu Feng. She merely wanted to retaliate against him, because Liu Feng had caused her to lose all face before Nuwa, her sworn rival.
All along the way, she thought about how she should teach that little fellow a lesson the next time she saw him. Before she realized it, she had already returned to the Witch Clan settlement.
However, her displeased expression and absent-minded, dazed appearance caused an enormous uproar within the Witch Clan.
It could be said that Houtu was the beloved darling of the entire Witch Clan. She had merely gone out for a while and returned looking like this—how could the Witch Clan not erupt?
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Several figures quickly appeared around Houtu.
"Little sister, what happened? You only went out for a while, so how did you end up like this? Did someone bully you? Tell your brother, and I'll avenge you!"
The arrivals were all Ancestral Witches. Among them, Zhurong, the hot-tempered Ancestral Witch of Fire, was the first to speak with his booming voice.
"That's right, little sister. Who bullied you? Tell your brother!"
"And me!"
"Little sister, tell us. What happened?"
The other Ancestral Witches chimed in as well.
Zhurong's booming voice spread directly throughout the Witch Clan, and many members of the clan learned that Ancestral Witch Houtu had been bullied.
At once, the entire Witch Clan exploded.
Outrageous! Who dared bully our Ancestral Witch? Were they tired of living?
Even the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans, who were currently said to be the strongest, did not dare bully the Witch Clan. Yet an Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan had actually been bullied outside.
How could they endure that?
They had to take revenge.
For a time, the entire Witch Clan was fired up, each of them releasing their auras.
They did not care that Ancestral Witch Houtu possessed the strength of a Grand Golden Immortal. If she had truly been bullied, then that person had to be stronger than them.
But so what? The Ancestral Witches did not care about strength. Fighting was what they liked most.
The entire Witch Clan settlement was full of people training their muscles.
As a result, some cultivators outside the Witch Clan settlement sensed the Witch Clan's aura and fled in fright.
They cursed inwardly. Who had provoked those Witch Clan brutes with nothing but muscles in their heads?
They truly do not know the meaning of death.
We should stay away from this place, lest we get caught in the crossfire.
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