Daoist Friend, What Do You Want?

Buzhou Mountain.

Pangu Hall.

Zhou Ming slowly opened his eyes.

Just now, he sensed a familiar yet powerful aura approaching the Pangu Hall at an extremely fast speed.

The owner of that aura was none other than Nuwa.

Zhou Ming had a thought and transmitted his voice to Houtu.

Upon hearing this, Houtu, who was meditating inside the hall, opened her eyes and, without the slightest hesitation, immediately got up and went Pangu Hall.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ming's voice rang in the minds of the other Ancestral Wu, informing them of Nuwa's arrival.

Upon receiving the news, the Ancestral Wu throughout the Pangu Hall set off and converged on Zhou Ming.

Soon, the figures of the Ancestral Wu appeared one after another inside the hall.

Gong Gong appeared, he saw Zhu Rong beside him, and he chuckled and teased her with a wink.

"Zhu Rong, look! The alchemy materials you've been longing for have come to you on their own."

"Didn't you say you wanted to use Nuwa's alchemy? Here's your chance, go for it!"

"Puff!"

Qiang Liang, who was standing next to him, burst out laughing.

The other Ancestral Wu were also suppressing their laughter, their shoulders shaking slightly, and the atmosphere instantly became joyful.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

"What alchemy materials?!"

"I already said it was a joke! You actually took it seriously!" Zhu Rong retorted in a muffled voice.

"Shut up, all of you!"

Di Jiang shouted in a deep voice, glaring at Gong Gong and Zhu Rong.

"Anyone who dares to spout nonsense again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"If Fellow Daoist Nuwa were to hear these words, Zhu Rong, you'd be in for a beating!"

Zhu Rong shrank back and shut his mouth in a huff.

The other Ancestral Wu also put away their mocking expressions, standing ramrod straight with serious expressions.

But they were all incredibly curious, like cats scratching their heads.

What kind of trouble has my older brother gotten himself into this time?

How did we manage to summon Nuwa?

at the same time.

Pangu Hall.

As soon as Nuwa landed, she saw Houtu, who had been waiting Houtu.

When Houtu saw Nuwa arrive, she stepped forward.

She bowed slightly to Nuwa, her voice gentle. "Greetings Saint Nuwa."

Nuwa politely returned the greeting.

"Fellow Daoist Houtu, Fellow Daoist Houtu. Thank you for waiting here."

Nuwa had a rather favorable impression of Houtu.

"You're too kind, Your Saint." Houtu turned to the side and made a "please" gesture.

"My elder brother is already waiting inside the hall. Your Saint, please follow me."

Having said that, he led Nuwa into the Pangu Hall.

Nuwa nodded and silently followed behind Houtu, the two of them walking one after the other into the Depths of Pangu Hall.

Upon entering the main hall, Zhou Ming and the other Ancestral Wu came into view.

Upon seeing Nuwa enter, Zhou Ming stood up first, a warm smile on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, Fellow Daoist Nuwa. You have come from afar; I have failed to greet you properly."

The other Ancestral Wu also rose and said in unison, "Greetings, Saint Nuwa."

Nuwa's gaze fell directly on Zhou Ming, her tone cool. "Greetings, Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming."

Then, she nodded slightly to the Twelve Ancestral Witches: "Greetings, fellow Daoists."

After a few polite greetings, the hall fell into a brief silence, and the atmosphere became subtle.

In the end, it was Nuwa who broke the silence first.

She looked at Zhou Ming, her tone filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming, your schemes are so profound and your plans so far-reaching that I am truly caught off guard!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the hall froze.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches immediately perked up their ears, their faces filled with curiosity.

What's going on?

Has the eldest brother plotted against Nuwa again?

When did this happen? How come we don't know?

They looked at each other, their hearts instantly ignited with a burning desire for Eight Trigrams.

Zhou Ming wore a warm smile, seemingly oblivious to the barb in Nuwa's words, and asked gently.

"What do you mean by that, fellow Daoist? I don't quite understand."

His nonchalant, indifferent demeanor made Nuwa grit her teeth, and her anger surged even higher.

Pack!

Keep pretending!

Nuwa, enraged, laughed instead, her voice growing ever colder.

"Hehe, it seems you've schemed against me too many times, and can't remember for a while."

"Since that's the case, then I'll give you a reminder, fellow Daoist."

She squeezed out five words, one by one, through gritted teeth.

"First! Heaven! Red! Embroidered! Ball!"

"Oh--"

"Oh, so that's what it was about."

"So, Di Jun went to see you."

His smile deepened, and he even cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Nuwa, Earthly Dao with a hearty laugh.

"Congratulations! Congratulations! Your Demon Clan is about to have a joyous occasion!"

"This is a momentous event in the Primordial Wilderness, a cause for celebration!"

"Hehe."

Nuwa responded with a forced smile.

"This was supposed to be a joyous occasion!"

"But after your scheme, fellow Daoist, whether this can still be considered a joyous occasion is debatable!"

Her words were full of resentment.

Hearing this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches finally understood something, but not completely.

They knew about the Innate Red Embroidered Ball.

In order to become a saint, Nuwa used this treasure to exchange for the right to use the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil and the Creation Cauldron from her elder brother.

But what does this Magic Treasure have to do with the Demon Clan's happy occasion?

What does Di Jun's wedding have to do with this Red Embroidered Ball?

Just as the Ancestral Wu were racking their brains trying to figure it out, their minds were racing.

Nuwa was no longer willing to beat around the bush with Zhou Ming.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and spoke directly.

"I presume you already know the purpose of my visit."

"What do you think, my friend?"

"Of course you can borrow it."

Zhou Ming agreed with unusual ease, and he looked at Nuwa with a meaningful smile on his face.

"I can lend you the Innate Red Embroidered Ball to officiate at your Heavenly Marriage."

"But..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.

You can borrow it, but you have to offer something in return.

Nuwa sneered inwardly, but her face remained impassive; she had long anticipated this outcome.

"Fellow Daoist, please state your conditions directly."

"As long as it's not too outrageous, I will try my best to satisfy you, fellow Daoist!"

When she said those words, she was already prepared to be extorted by Zhou Ming.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ming chuckled softly.

He shook his head, his expression surprisingly sincere.

"Rest assured, fellow Daoist, my conditions are absolutely not excessive."

He paused, then spoke slowly in a meaningful tone.

"Perhaps... it might even be beneficial to you?"

Nuwa remained silent, simply watching Zhou Ming.

But those clear, cold phoenix eyes were full of mockery and disbelief, as if to say: Do you think I believe you?

Is it even beneficial to me?

Can the "benefits" you, Zhou Ming, utter still be called benefits?

Seeing that Nuwa remained silent, Zhou Ming knew he had tricked her several times, so it was normal for her not to trust him now.

So he continued, "I need your help to retrieve something."