Do You Have to Give Him the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree?

Nuwa saw Sanxiao leave and, thinking about what had happened, couldn't help but ask, her words filled with worry. After all, those were the most powerful beings in the Great Desolation, and if she accidentally offended them all, there would be no place for her and her child to survive.

"Mother, don't worry, I have a sense of proportion," Shen Hongfei said dismissively. He understood the personalities of these people in the Great Desolation. Besides a few top-tier powerful beings, most, like Sanqing, wouldn't attack a child if it didn't affect their own Dao lineage, as it would be beneath them.

After Shen Hongfei appeased his mother, Nuwa, he remembered something: one of the seven gourds contained an opportunity for his mother – the golden gourd. It contained a strand of innate energy, which could be used to refine the Monster-Recruiting Banner. By placing the true spirits of demons within it, she could control all the demons in the world, allowing her to have enough manpower in the future.

During this time, he discovered something: his mother was not like the ruthless and cold-blooded deities in many Great Desolation novels from his previous life. Instead, she was an innocent and somewhat naive young girl who hadn't experienced much of the world.

The Great Desolation was full of schemes. To prevent his mother from being foolishly exploited, he needed to be diligent and clear all conspiracies and schemes for her.

However, refining the Monster-Recruiting Banner also required some refining materials. He could find a way to have Di Jun send some, and then he could refine it using the Heaven-Refining Furnace. He could also refine the remaining gourds into corresponding treasures with extraordinary power.

This matter couldn't be rushed, so Shen Hongfei took out the Ancestral Dragon Pearl and began to comprehend the laws contained within it.

On the coast of the East Sea, on a small island.

Two Daoists with sallow complexions, exuding an aura of compassion, looked with surprise at a bead in their hands. These two were Zhunti and Jieyin.

After leaving Mount Buzhou, they were unwilling to return empty-handed, so they traveled around the East, specifically visiting spiritual mountains and great rivers, hoping to obtain some spiritual roots and treasures, and also to convert some cultivators back to the West.

It was unavoidable. Ever since Luohu had detonated the spiritual veins of the West, it had become a barren land. It might take tens of thousands of years for a single Innate Spiritual Treasure to appear, let alone Innate beings with extremely high origins.

The two of them were incredibly worried about this. Even if they were branded as shameless individuals, they had to plan for the West, making it comparable to the East and restoring its ancient glory.

"Alas, it's just a low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure."

Zhunti thought of the gourd spiritual root on Mount Buzhou and felt disappointed with the low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Qi-Containing Pearl, in his hand.

"Second Brother, top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures are rare. It's already very good to have a low-grade Innate Spiritual Root," Jieyin clasped his hands together, his face filled with sorrow, and he comforted gently.

Zhunti knew that a low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure was also a rare treasure, but he was still unwilling. Thinking of that brat in Nuwa's womb, Zhunti gritted his teeth in anger. Why was this child so greedy? Couldn't he give one to the West?

"Eldest Brother, why are the heavens and the earth so blessed in the East, while our West suffers such calamities? How unfair is the Heavenly Dao!"

"Second Brother, speak with caution."

Jieyin looked up at the sky. Dark clouds gathered, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and he couldn't help but stop Zhunti from continuing.

Rumble!

Two bolts of lightning descended from the sky, accurately striking Zhunti and Jieyin.

"Huuu~"

After the dark clouds dissipated and the lightning retreated, Zhunti spat out a mouthful of black smoke. His skin was dark, and electric currents coiled around him, but his eyes showed surprise.

"Hahahaha."

"Eldest Brother, I've understood!"

Jieyin spat out black smoke, and with a wave of his hand, a magical fluctuation appeared. His disheveled appearance vanished. Seeing Zhunti's frenzied look, he couldn't help but feel a surge of sorrow.

"Second Brother, this is the will of heaven. Do not fall into obsession."

Upon hearing this, Zhunti grabbed Jieyin's sleeve and couldn't help but cry: "Eldest Brother, I've found a way to revitalize the West!"

"Second Brother, what is the method?" Jieyin quickly asked.

"Take the child in Nuwa's womb as a disciple!"

Zhunti's eyes flashed with brilliance. At the moment he was struck by lightning, his mind became clear. For a long time, he had been trapped in a misunderstanding. To develop the West, mere spiritual treasures and spiritual plants were not enough.

To revitalize the West, what was most needed were Innate beings with extraordinary origins. Once they grew up, spiritual treasures would naturally come, and spiritual plants would be even more abundant. And here was a candidate with extraordinary origins and many spiritual treasures and plants in his possession – Shen Hongfei.

"Nuwa's unborn child has already been taken as a disciple by the Primordial Heavenly Lord. If we want to take him as a disciple, we will inevitably offend Sanqing."

Jieyin shook his head, disagreeing with Zhunti's words. After all, Sanqing were one, and their cultivation was far beyond what the two of them could compare with. If they tried to snatch Primordial's disciple, the most likely outcome would be a futile effort.

"Eldest Brother, that is where you are mistaken. That child has not yet officially become Primordial's disciple, so we still have a chance."

"Moreover, from my observation, this child also doesn't want to become Primordial's disciple. His unborn status is just an excuse!"

Zhunti said, the light in his eyes growing brighter, wishing he could go and take Shen Hongfei as his disciple immediately.

Jieyin sighed inwardly. If that child was just placating Primordial and unwilling to become his disciple, then why should they expect him to join the Western teachings? This child didn't seem like someone easily fooled!

Jieyin was not optimistic but didn't know how to dissuade him, so he could only sigh softly, "Fine, fine, let him try."

Zhunti, unaware of Jieyin's thoughts, began to ponder how to impress the child and get him to join the Western teachings.

Directly enlighten him?

Zhunti shook his head and rejected the idea. Unlike the Eastern cultivators they had enlightened in the past, this child was still in Nuwa's womb and had not yet been born. To use enlightenment methods would inevitably involve Nuwa.

Although Nuwa was pregnant, her cultivation at the late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal was not fake. This time, she had also obtained the gourd spiritual root on Mount Buzhou, making her difficult to provoke.

If a conflict arose, attracting the attention of other powerful beings would not be good. This matter could only be carried out in secret.

"I've got it!"

Zhunti recalled that when they were on Mount Buzhou, the child had said that Mount Buzhou was his home and that the spiritual treasures born there were his family's possessions. From this, it was clear he was a money-loving little guy. His eyes lit up, perhaps he could impress the child with spiritual treasures. He then shared his idea with Jieyin.

Upon hearing this, the wrinkles on Jieyin's face deepened, like ancient tree roots intertwined, making the sorrowful aura emanating from him even more pronounced. He sighed softly, "Second Brother, the child in Nuwa's womb is now much wealthier than us. Ordinary spiritual treasures might not catch his eye."

"At the very least, it would need to be a top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure for there to be even a sliver of a chance," Jieyin said. He tapped the top of his head, and the three flowers above him slowly bloomed. His sixteen-foot golden body was seated upon auspicious clouds, his left hand holding the twelve-layered Jieyin Treasure Pagoda, and his right hand grasping a whisk. Three bowl-sized, milky white sarira relics floated in the sea of clouds, emitting brilliant light.

"Brother, I only have these few treasures that might catch that child's eye. If you need them, take them."

Jieyin said to Zhunti, his heart aching. These were treasures he had painstakingly acquired, and giving them away felt like having a piece of his flesh gouged out, but for the sake of the West, he had to let go.

Zhunti glanced at the lone spiritual treasures spinning above Jieyin's three flowers, his lips twitching. Feeling a pang of sympathy, he refused, "Elder Brother, there's no need for this."

Seeing Zhunti refuse, Jieyin let out a sigh of relief, waved his hand to retract his three flowers, and the spiritual treasures disappeared into his crown.

Zhunti was speechless but didn't know what else to say. He pondered inwardly about what treasure to give that child. He only had the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and the Six Roots Pure Bamboo that might catch the child's eye. Could he really give those away?