Zhou Ming: The Time Has Come
Buzhou Mountain.
Pangu Hall.
Nuwa appeared Pangu Hall and called out, "Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming, this humble Nuwa has come to pay you a visit."
Inside the hall, Zhou Ming, who was talking with the Twelve Ancestral Witches, raised an eyebrow slightly.
The other Twelve Ancestral Witches all looked surprised upon hearing this.
Zhu Rong scratched his head and asked in a muffled voice, "Nuwa? What is she doing here in our Wu Clan?"
"Yes, she has no connection with our Wu Clan," Gong Gong echoed in a muffled voice.
The other Ancestral Wu also looked surprised, and a flurry of discussion ensued.
Zhou Ming sat upright in the main hall, his gaze falling on Nuwa through the many Restrictions of the Pangu Hall.
Nuwa stood gracefully outside the palace, Nuwa Surrounding Body radiating the power of Zaohua, subtly resonating with the heavens and earth.
He understood.
Nuwa is about to start creating humans.
"The time has come." Zhou Ming spoke calmly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every Ancestral Wu.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were taken aback at first, then suddenly realized what was happening, and their faces instantly filled with wild joy!
An incredulous elation erupted in Di Jiang's eyes. "Brother! You mean... the time has come for you to attain the Attain the Primordial Chaos?"
"Could it be that the answer lies with Nuwa?" Houtu, with her keen mind, immediately grasped the key point.
Zhou Ming nodded slightly, confirming their guess. "That's right."
He stood up and said loudly, "Let's go, follow me to welcome Fellow Daoist Nuwa."
"When distinguished guests arrive, one must not be impolite."
"Yes, brother!"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches responded with a resounding roar and followed closely behind Zhou Ming, marching out of the Pangu Hall in a grand procession.
My elder brother is about to Attain the Primordial Chaos!
This is incredibly joyous news!
The doors of the Pangu Hall opened wide, Zhou Ming stepped out first, a gentle smile on his face, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, how have you been?"
"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Nuwa." The other Ancestral Wu also cupped their hands in greeting to Nuwa.
Their expressions varied, some showing curiosity, some inquiry, and others barely containing excitement.
Nuwa looked at Zhou Ming's smiling face and felt a surge of anger.
She took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, after all, she needed someone's help on this trip.
"Greetings, fellow Daoists." Nuwa nodded slightly in return.
The group entered the Pangu Hall.
Zhou Ming looked at Nuwa, still with that gentle expression, as if he were truly catching up with an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.
"May I ask what brings Fellow Daoist Nuwa here today?"
His tone and expression suggested he was completely unaware of Nuwa's intentions.
Nuwa nearly crushed her silver teeth in anger!
Keep pretending!
She took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound calm, "Does Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming not know why I've come here?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ming adopted a completely innocent expression and shrugged, "What do you mean by that, fellow Daoist? How could I possibly know if you don't tell me?"
"Pfft..."
Zhu Rong, who was standing nearby, almost burst out laughing, but quickly suppressed it, her face turning red.
The other Ancestral Wu were also barely suppressing their laughter, their shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
My brother is so mean!
They clearly knew Nuwa's intentions all along, but now they're pretending to know nothing.
That's so unfair!
But... they like it!
Nuwa was furious when she saw the Twelve Ancestral Witches' frustrated expressions, wanting to laugh but not daring to, and then looked at Zhou Ming's "innocent and harmless" expression!
Nuwa's cheeks flushed red, and the veins on her forehead throbbed faintly.
She looked at Zhou Ming, her voice tinged with a hint of gritted teeth. "Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming! Do you truly not know the purpose of my visit?"
Zhou Ming shook his head and said seriously, "I really don't know."
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, why not speak frankly? Why beat around the bush between us?"
Nuwa felt a tightness in her chest. This Zhou Ming's skin was thicker than Buzhou Mountain!
She forced herself to calm down and decided to stop beating around the bush with him.
"Alright!" Nuwa uttered a single word, "Then I'll give Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming a reminder."
"The Creation Cauldron."
"Nine Heavens Breathing Soil".
"Fellow Daoist, do you now understand why I have come?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ming pondered for a moment before slowly Earthly Dao, "Oh, the Creation Cauldron... Isn't this the one you mortgaged to my Wu Clan back then?"
"I remember we agreed that once you Prove the Dao and become a Saint, my Wu Clan would naturally return the favor."
He changed the subject, looking at Nuwa with a hint of confusion. "As for the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil... that belongs to my Wu Clan."
"It was obtained from the Innate Gourd Vine Buzhou Mountain. What does it have to do with you, fellow Daoist?"
"You!"
Nuwa could no longer contain herself. She suddenly stood up from her seat, pointed at Zhou Ming, and trembled with anger.
"Zhou Ming! Stop pretending!"
"You went to great lengths to trick me out of the Creation Cauldron and then took the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil from the Innate Gourd Vine at Buzhou Mountain, wasn't it all for this day?"
"You know perfectly well that these two things are inextricably linked to my becoming a saint!"
"You... you are utterly shameless!"
Nuwa grew angrier as she spoke, her delicate face turning bright red with anger.
From the very beginning, Zhou Ming had a clear plan about her!
She had initially thought Zhou Ming was only after the treasure, but little did she know he had already arranged her path to sainthood!
"Name your price!" Nuwa stared intently at Zhou Ming. "Tell me! What do you want for me to give you these two items?"
She was truly going all out at this moment. What did it matter if she had any Great Powers or composure Great Powers being? In the face of becoming a saint, none of that mattered!
Upon hearing this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches around them gradually froze, their expressions of amusement settling on their faces.
"What? The Creation Cauldron and the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil are actually related to Nuwa's ascension to sainthood?"
"Did my elder brother already know?"
They all turned to look at Zhou Ming, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
As expected of the eldest brother! A master strategist, winning battles from afar!
At the same time, they all looked at Nuwa, their eyes filled with vigilance.
Since these two things are so important, we absolutely cannot give them to her so easily!
Zhu Rong even shouted, "Brother! We can't give it to her! This is the key to her becoming a saint, why should we give it to her?"
"Yes! We can't give it to them!" Gong Gong echoed in a gruff voice.
Although the other Ancestral Wu did not speak, their facial expressions said it all.
Taking things away from the Wu Clan won't be so easy!
Zhou Ming gestured for them to calm down.
He looked at the furious Nuwa, chuckled, and said slowly, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, please calm down."
"Since you've already put it this way, I might as well be frank with you."
"Fellow Daoist, you must understand what these two items mean to you."
"If you wish to take them back, that's... not entirely impossible."
Upon hearing this, Nuwa's heart stirred. Suppressing her anger, she asked in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist, are you truly willing to give it to me?"
"Of course," Zhou Ming nodded, "But... what's the price?"