Nuwa stared at Zhou Ming and said word by word, "What do you want, fellow Daoist, you might as well say it directly."
She is too lazy to go around in circles with Zhou Ming anymore.
The smile on Zhou Ming's face did not diminish, and he nodded gently. "Okay, since Fellow Daoist Nuwa is so cheerful, then I will tell you directly."
"Nine Heavens Breath Soil, you can borrow it from fellow Daoists."
"But after my fellow Daoist has used it, the remaining items need to be returned to me Witch Clan."
Nuwa nodded without any hesitation.
"Okay."
"This item should have been returned to the Witch Clan."
Nine Heavens Breath Soil is extremely precious. It is a huge favor to be able to borrow it. It is only natural to return any leftovers.
This condition was reasonable and she had no objection.
Zhou Ming nodded and continued, "Creation Cauldron, after giving it to fellow Daoist, help fellow Daoist become a Saint."
"In this way, I, Witch Clan, have lost a treasure."
"So, fellow Daoist Red Embroidered Ball will give me Witch Clan as compensation."
Red Embroidered Ball!
Nuwa was shocked. This Red Embroidered Ball was given by Dao Ancestor Hongjun. Although it is not a treasure, it is still a top-notch Innate Spiritual Treasure with endless magical uses.
A chance to exchange one piece of Innate Spiritual Treasure for become a Saint...
Nuwa pondered for a moment.
As long as you can become a Saint, just a Innate Spiritual Treasure, what does it mean?
However, she always felt that this guy Zhou Ming had bad intentions, and she was afraid that he might have buried some holes in it.
But right now, become a Saint's opportunity is right in front of her, and she has no room for bargaining.
"Okay."
Nuwa gritted his teeth and finally nodded.
Seeing Nuwa agreeing so "happily", the smile on Zhou Ming's face deepened.
"Fellow Daoist Nuwa is indeed a sensible person."
He paused slightly and asked casually, "Fellow Daoist, you are thinking of Creation living beings this time, and then use this to Attain Sainthood, right?"
Hearing Zhou Ming ask this, Nuwa cursed in his heart: Sure enough, he knows everything, and he is still pretending!
But now that the matter was over, she didn't bother to hide it anymore and said directly, "Not bad."
"I sensed Heavenly Secrets in the dark, and my opportunity to become a Saint is to create a brand new creature."
"I want to imitate Primordial Wilderness Wanling Innate Dao Body and create a brand new race. I will call it... human!"
"Human Race?" Zhou Ming murmured to himself, then clapped his hands and praised, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa's move is really a great merit and benefit to the people!"
He changed the topic and asked seemingly casually, "Human Race created by fellow Daoist... seems to have a number of one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred and one, right?"
As soon as these words came out, Nuwa was stunned.
She looked at Zhou Ming and thought: You guys don't know everything! You even got the quantity wrong!
So, Nuwa said with a hint of correction, "Fellow Daoist said it wrong."
"Under Heavenly Dao, there is a certain number. I feel that when Heavenly Secrets and Human Race are born, they should be the number of one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred."
Zhou Ming raised his eyebrows in feigned surprise.
"Oh?"
"Shouldn't it be the number one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred and one?"
Nuwa frowned slightly and said with certainty, "It is indeed the number of one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred."
"This is what I gained from my understanding of Heavenly Secrets. It can never be wrong."
Zhou Ming touched his chin, still with the puzzled expression. "Really?"
"But why do I think it's a number of one hundred and twenty-nine thousand, six hundred and one?"
"What do you think is the use?" She said angrily, "Heavenly Secrets guides, Human Race should be one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred..."
At this point, Nuwa's voice stopped abruptly!
She stopped suddenly, her eyes suddenly widened, she looked at Zhou Ming in disbelief, her voice changed a bit.
"You... you don't want... to let me create 129,601 people, do you?!"
"Are you kidding me!"
"Zhou Ming! Are you crazy! One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred Human Race is the fixed number of Heavenly Dao!"
"To have one more person is to go against the will of heaven! What on earth do you want to do?"
Zhou Ming waved his hand, signaling her to calm down. "Hey, fellow Daoist, don't be excited."
"A fixed number may not necessarily be correct."
"I think one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred and one people is pretty good. Isn't it wonderful that it has far-reaching implications?"
His tone was relaxed, as if he was talking about something trivial.
"Wonderful!" Nuwa almost blurted out, but forced himself to hold it back.
She only felt an evil fire rushing from the bottom of her heart to her forehead.
This Zhou Ming is so bold!
Let her act against nature?
Fortunately he could figure it out!
Twelve Ancestor Witches next to him also looked at each other in shock.
Dijiang couldn't help but send a message to other Ancestral Witch: "What is big brother going to do? Let Nuwa create one more person?"
Zhurong responded angrily, "Big brother must have his own reasons for doing things! I listen to big brother!"
Houtu frowned slightly, she could feel the solemnity in Nuwa's words. I'm afraid this matter is really not trivial.
Nuwa was so angry that her chest heaved. She pointed at Zhou Ming: "Fellow Daoist, stop joking!"
"One hundred and twenty-nine thousand, six hundred and one people, Heavenly Dao will never be allowed!"
"Maybe there will be punishment!"
"This is absolutely impossible. Please don't embarrass me, fellow Daoist!"
Zhou Ming did not take it seriously, and said Youyou: "Fellow Daoist, please don't refuse so quickly."
"To you, these 129,601 people are just a lot of hands-on activity."
"It doesn't take much effort to make one more little clay figurine."
"As for Heavenly Dao punishment..." He paused and smiled meaningfully.
"When the time comes, He may not even have time to take care of such a trivial matter."
"When you finish creating humans, your merits come down, everything is a foregone conclusion, what can He do?"
Nuwa was frightened when he heard this.
This Zhou Ming not only wants her to go against the will of heaven, but also wants to hide it from the sky!
From what he said, it seems that there is a way to distract Heavenly Dao?
"Fellow Daoist, you are too pushy!"
Nuwa shook his head repeatedly, "This won't work! Absolutely not! Fellow Daoist, please change the conditions!"
The smile on Zhou Ming's face gradually faded. He looked at Nuwa and asked lightly, "Is it really not possible?"
"No!" Nuwa said firmly.
This is no longer a question of the size of the price, this is provoking Heavenly Dao! She doesn't want to involve herself in it.
Zhou Ming Hearing this, he sighed lightly and shook his head.
"In that case, there is nothing to talk about."
"Fellow Daoist become a Saint, I, Witch Clan, am not even interested in such a big matter."
"I lent out Nine Heavens Breath Soil again, and I lent out Creation Cauldron again. We are all benevolent and righteous."
"Now, I just made such a small request, and fellow Daoists just resisted."
"I think... fellow Daoist has no sincerity in trading with me, Witch Clan."
"I think it's better to leave this matter alone."
"Pfft--"
Nuwa almost spit out a mouthful of old blood!
Small request?
Is this such a small request?!
Whose little request is to drag others to fight against Heavenly Dao!
He also threatened me with the incident of become a Saint!
I really want to use Red Embroidered Ball right now and kill you bastard with one ball!
Smash your brain open again and see what stuff is inside!
Nuwa only dared to roar crazily in her heart with these words, but she didn't have the guts to say them out.
After all, she was the one asking for help now, and the situation was stronger than that of others, so she had to bow her head.
Her chest heaved violently, trying hard to calm down the churning blood, and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Zhou Ming Fellow Daoist... Fellow Daoist, don't be angry..."
"It's really... this thing... it's not easy to handle!"