What Can I Gain?

Zhou Ming ignored the turmoil in Nuwa's heart and simply spoke calmly.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, please calm down."

"Now is not the time for you to seek revenge."

"The Tribulation has begun. Your Karma with them will be settled properly within this Tribulation."

"We can't let you ruin this good show now."

Zhou Ming's voice was gentle, yet it carried an undeniable air of dominance.

Nuwa struggled a few times, but found that the palm was as heavy as Buzhou Mountain, and she could not budge it at all.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger and shock in her heart.

"Let me go."

"I promise you, I won't make a move now."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ming nodded in satisfaction and withdrew his hand.

"Is that right?"

"To become Saint, one must have a broad perspective."

"Come on, let's keep watching."

Nuwa glared at him fiercely, straightened her somewhat disheveled clothes, and turned her gaze downwards again.

This time, however, her gaze was even colder and more profound.

Zhunti.

I've noted this debt down.

Empress Wa's Palace.

After finishing his poem, Di Xin seemed satisfied and waved his sleeves dismissively.

"Return to the palace!"

Having said that, he led a group of dejected and ashen-faced civil and military officials away in a grand procession.

In the instant he turned around, Zhunti's Saint's magical power quietly spread out, transforming into invisible imprints that were deeply engraved into the minds of every minister present.

It planted a strong psychological suggestion in all of them.

What happened today is a great disgrace and a grave sin of blasphemy against the Saint Mother. It must be kept to ourselves and no one dares to utter a single word about it!

When the group reached that isolated space, Zhunti's incarnation vanished without a trace.

At the same time, the spatial seal set up by the three Saint was quietly broken.

The real Di Xin naturally blended into the group, as if he had never left.

He, accompanied by his entire court of officials, boarded the royal carriage, and the ceremonial procession slowly set off, heading back towards the palace.

After Di Xin's royal carriage had gone far away, the prime Shang Rong, who was at the back of the procession, had a face full of struggle and pain. In the end, he could not bear to see the Great Shang Dynasty dynasty's foundation destroyed.

He summoned a trusted attendant, lowered his voice, and commanded in an unquestionable tone.

"Quickly return to the Empress Wa's Palace and wash away the poems on the walls with clean water!"

"Make sure it's washed thoroughly, not a single word can be left behind!"

"Go quickly!"

"Yes, Prime Minister!"

The attendant dared not delay, and after receiving the order, immediately turned around and rushed towards the Empress Wa's Palace.

A moment later, the attendant ran breathlessly into the main hall of the Empress Wa's Palace, fetched clean water and cloth, and began frantically scrubbing the walls.

Soon, the blasphemous poem was completely cleansed.

After doing all this, the attendant breathed a sigh of relief and, not daring to linger, hurriedly left the Empress Wa's Palace.

And just after the servant left.

In the void, the Daoist Zhunti, who had been hiding his figure, casually waved his hand.

A glimmer of light flashed.

On the pristine white wall, the poems that had been washed away reappeared, word for word.

It looked as if it had never been wiped clean.

Having done all this, Zhunti finally revealed a triumphant smile on his face.

"Alright."

"Now, we just wait for Fellow Daoist Nuwa to discover this poem."

"Let's go."

Yuanshi Tianzun glanced at Zhunti one last time, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in his profound eyes.

The Two Saints of the West were far more ruthless and shameless than he had anticipated.

Today they are capable of scheming against the Human Emperor and Nuwa in this way.

In the future, they might very well turn their attention to the Clarify Sect.

From now on, we must be extremely careful around them and absolutely not let those two scheme against us.

"Snort."

He snorted coldly in his heart, and his figure became illusory first, disappearing into the sky above Chaoge.

Both Jieyin and Zhunti disappeared.

Three Saint came quietly and left quietly.

Only the empty Empress Wa's Palace remains, where the poem, its ink still vivid, quietly awaits its true owner.

In the void, only Zhou Ming and Nuwa remained.

Once she confirmed that Primordial Lord, Jieyin, Zhunti had completely departed, Nuwa could no longer suppress her anger.

She suddenly turned to Zhou Ming, her phoenix eyes, which held the Dao of Creation, fixed intently on Zhou Ming.

"Why are you stopping me from teaching those three shameless scoundrels a lesson, fellow Daoist?"

"These three have bullied me like this, am I not even allowed to teach them a lesson?"

If Zhou Ming hadn't casually suppressed her, she would already be chasing after him to Mount Sumeru and Jade Void Palace, carrying the Diagram of Mountains and Rivers and Rivers.

She simply couldn't understand Zhou Ming's intentions.

If he brought me to see the play to expose the conspiracy of Primordial Lord and his two companions, why would he stop me from taking revenge?

Zhou Ming looked at her still angry expression and smiled calmly.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, of course I'm not preventing you from taking revenge."

"But now is not the time."

He paused, then changed the subject.

"Their painstaking planning and meticulous scheming were all for the smooth commencement of this Investiture of the Gods Tribulation."

"And that suits me perfectly."

"Therefore, I ask that you, fellow Daoist, be patient for a while longer and cooperate with them to finish this charade."

"As for revenge... there will be plenty of opportunities for you to teach them a lesson during this Tribulation eon, so why rush things?"

Nuwa was taken aback, then her beautiful brows furrowed.

Why must you, fellow Daoist, interfere in the matter of the Tribulation?

"As far as I know, this Tribulation is an internal Killing Tribulation within the Mystic Gate, and it has no direct connection to you, fellow Daoist."

"With your abilities, fellow Daoist, you could easily stay out of this mess. Why insist on getting involved?"

She had been holding this question in for a long time.

From the moment Zhou Ming appeared in the Empress Wa's Palace, she felt that something was amiss.

With Zhou Ming's unfathomable strength, if he wanted to, nothing in the Primordial Wilderness could affect him.

But why did he choose to get involved?

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ming simply smiled.

"Well, that's none of your business, fellow Daoist."

"Fellow Daoist, just do as I say and cooperate with them to finish this charade."

Nuwa fell silent.

She wasn't stupid; as Saint, she instantly grasped the key point.

Zhou Ming's elaborate efforts to promote the Tribulation must be for his own gain.

There is no love without a reason, nor is there hatred without a reason, especially among Saint.

"Although I don't know why you insist on doing this, fellow Daoist."

"But I understand that you, fellow Daoist, will surely reap enormous benefits from this Tribulation."

Nuwa raised her head and looked directly at Zhou Ming.

"If I do as you ask, what will I gain?"

"What good would it do me to do that?"

She made her demands clear.

"If I rushed to their Dao Field right now, I'd beat those three shameless bastards to a pulp."

"Not only can I vent my anger immediately, but I can also force them to produce valuable treasures as compensation and save face!"

"But if we do as you say, and settle the Karma during the Tribulation, what will I gain besides venting my anger?"

"Saint are immortal and indestructible; how could I possibly kill them?"

Now she has the upper hand; she was bullied and humiliated, so it's only natural for her to retaliate.

But once we enter Tribulation, everyone will rely on their own methods, and when the fighting gets fierce, who will Dao Lecture?