Five-Colored Lotus Changes the Land, Villagers' Mockery

"How is it?"

"Can't you go back to the Primordial World? Would it kill you to answer?"

Nuwa was very anxious and worried. After all, the Primordial World was her true root. Being trapped in later ages forever was not what she wanted.

Chen Xuan crawled out from under the bed and lay on it to sleep a little longer. He hadn't traveled back to the Primordial World and shook his head in disappointment.

He tried every day, thinking maybe one day he could travel back to the Primordial World. For Chen Xuan, wasn't this also a kind of eagerly anticipated opportunity?

"No..." Chen Xuan sighed.

"Can I really not go back?" Nuwa was very dejected, her eyes hollow, a feeling of homesickness welling up like a wanderer's. Her gaze drifted outside the window to the horizon...

"In the depths of the void, the longer I stay here, the more the suppression of heaven and earth seems to slightly loosen, even if it's imperceptible. For a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, this is going against the heavens..."

Nuwa raised her slender jade hand, and a ball of five-colored divine light condensed on her fingertip, emitting a contradictory aura of destruction and creation.

"Nuwa... don't do anything rash. How powerful is this thing?" Chen Xuan was terrified and looked at the multicolored light ball in fear.

"It's just so-so... it wouldn't even be considered decent in the Primordial World. It's about two-ten-thousandths of my power, and it can probably destroy tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers..." Nuwa smiled faintly.

Chen Xuan gasped, "Nuwa... teach me quickly! This is like creating a nuclear bomb with your bare hands, capable of destroying a country with a wave of your hand. We can throw it at those Japanese, it would be absolutely amazing!"

Imagine walking around Earth with a ball of light, and any country that dared to be arrogant would have it thrown right in their faces, sending their entire population to meet their great-grandmother.

"No... you eat too much pork, and your cultivation physique is limited. You can only return to the Primordial World and reshape your roots to achieve immortality." Nuwa refused...

"I feel like you're always tricking me, but I have no proof." Chen Xuan was very depressed.

"Get out! This Palace wants to sleep..." Nuwa issued a guest order.

"Nuwa... this is my room." Chen Xuan scratched his head.

"Fine... I originally wanted to create a peerlessly beautiful immortal for you after returning to the Primordial World, but it seems that's not happening!" Nuwa left displeased and returned to another room prepared for her. She was currently using the guise of a girlfriend, so she had a private room.

Chen Xuan was dumbfounded...

Women are mysterious creatures...

Whether they are mortal women or goddesses, they should not be offended. The consequences would be very severe...

The next day...

Chen Xuan woke up with dark circles under his eyes and headed to the fields with a forced smile...

"Mortal... you must learn to sleep early and wake up early. Gods do not desire sleep, and the enlightened do not desire lust. Control your private life properly. Semen nourishes the five internal organs, opens the nine orifices, and is a good thing for generating essence and blood..."

Nuwa's sudden remark...

"You're slandering me..." Chen Xuan, riding his tricycle, immediately refuted, "I stayed up all night reading the Investiture of the Gods and some Primordial World novels. I accidentally stayed up until morning and was really tired."

"Heh heh..." Nuwa smiled without saying a word.

The tricycle soon reached the outskirts of the fields. A patch of watermelons was still very green, most of them not ripe. They needed a spiritual energy infusion to grow into extraordinary watermelons...

"Nuwa... how can I do this once and for all?" Chen Xuan looked at her eagerly.

"Naturally, you can. This Palace has a Five-Colored Lotus, which was obtained from a celestial pool on Buzhou Mountain. It is enough to transform a region into a blessed land." Nuwa took out a lotus flower, sacred and multicolored, which quickly brought a wondrous scene of vitality to the surrounding air, plants, and streams.

Chen Xuan felt refreshed, bathed in spiritual energy, which was incredibly pleasant. He had always thought spiritual energy was like a dense fog, but now he saw it was not so...

The pure and turbid energies transformed into all things, a form of invisible gas in the heavens and earth, ceaselessly circulating. Whoever could control this gas would become a god...

"After this Palace places a Five-Colored Lotus, it will instantly change the spiritual energy in all directions. Whether you plant spiritual herbs, fruits and vegetables, or even raise various spirit beasts, there will be miraculous effects..."

Nuwa placed her hand down, and in a small pond not far from the watermelon field, she planted a Five-Colored Lotus. Gradually, patches of lotus flowers emerged, turning the entire pond into a sea of lotuses.

"Nuwa... how far can this thing expand? How can I control it? Can it become like the Primordial World in the future? Can it nurture true grotto-heavens and blessed lands?"

Chen Xuan asked a series of questions, his eagerness making him look like a greedy miser.

"First, you must recognize the Five-Colored Lotus as your master. Its range is about ten thousand meters. It cannot become a grotto-heaven or blessed land because this is the Age of Dharma's End. Unless it's the Chaos Green Lotus..."

Nuwa sighed. For some reason, this land had entered the Age of Dharma's End.

Something terrifying and unknown must have happened, causing the world to become abnormal, even depleting spiritual energy, and making all gods and demons disappear...

"How do I recognize it as my master? By dripping blood?" Chen Xuan had read cultivation novels. 2010 was the bronze age of online literature, when various great authors rose to prominence.

"You just need to touch it. Recognizing masters by dripping blood is all trash. Would this Palace pick up trash?" Nuwa said disdainfully.

"That makes sense. As expected of the Creation Goddess Nuwa..." Chen Xuan gave her a thumbs-up and then touched the Five-Colored Lotus. He quickly understood how to use it.

With a wave of his hand, control spread over more than three mu of land. The large patch of watermelons was nourished by spiritual energy and rapidly matured...

"Nuwa... are there any other peerless treasures? Take them all out for me to play with, just to see..." Chen Xuan rubbed his hands together, full of anticipation.

"Don't even think about it..." Nuwa directly refused...

Chen Xuan was disappointed and could only tend to the watermelons. Indeed, many had ripened. He sent a message to Zhou Yanhong, telling her she could come and pick up a cart of watermelons.

About an hour later...

In a pavilion in the field...

Two figures were waiting. One was a miserable-looking man drenched in sweat, the other was as elegant as a gentle breeze.

"Nuwa... is this what a Grand Unity Golden Immortal is like? You're unaffected by extreme heat or cold. Can you give me some coolness?" Chen Xuan was very envious, his eyes shining brightly, especially since the goddess was also a beautiful sight.

"Indeed... this is the benefit of being an immortal," Nuwa stated frankly.

"Nuwa... are you aware of how arrogant you are?" Chen Xuan gritted his teeth.

"Mortal... you wouldn't understand my troubles." Nuwa looked at him with utter disdain, as if he were an idiot.

Soon, a truck arrived and took away a group of people to pick watermelons. Zhou Yanhong didn't come in person, and even that little secretary was nowhere to be seen. Another large truck was soon loaded and they set off grandly.

Chen Family Village entrance...

A group of villagers watched the large truck drive away. They didn't show any envy; instead, they were contemptuous. Watermelons at two yuan per jin, they had lost a significant amount.

"Hmph... so what if they haul away a truckload? Believe Chen Xuan, that son of a bitch with no asshole, they'll help him count the money after he screws them over..."

"Some people are just too proud and can't see eye to eye with money. They insisted on choosing watermelons at two yuan per jin, while ours are three yuan per jin, guaranteed to be the highest in the industry..."

"Watermelons at three yuan per jin can't even compare to imported ones. Chen Xuan, that ungrateful wretch, as a fellow villager, isn't he afraid we'll dig up his ancestors' graves? How dare he cheat everyone's income..."

"That's right... yesterday I sold to Milin Hotel and made over a thousand yuan..."

As the village grew, all sorts of people appeared. Some, in particular, couldn't stand Chen Xuan. The so-called first university student of Chen Family Village was nothing but a speculator.

"By the way... why haven't they come to collect my watermelons? Didn't they say they would come today?"

Someone noticed the time was off. It was already past noon, and no one had shown up. They had agreed to come in the morning yesterday, but there was no sign of them.

"Alright... I'll go to the village chief's house and make a call..." someone suggested. It was 2010, the era of mobile phones, but in the countryside, landlines were still common.

The old village chief was called out. Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, he dialed the phone and said, "Milin Hotel? This is the village chief of Chen Family Village. When are you coming to pick up the watermelons..."

"What watermelons? Believe it or not, I'll smash your dog head! Wait for the court summons. What kind of crap did you dare to deceive Milin Hotel with? Get lost..." a furious male voice boomed from the other end. He hung up directly...

"Village chief? How is it?" Everyone craned their necks to look through the window, extremely anxious.

"Something's happened over there! They won't be buying any more watermelons and are demanding compensation..." The village chief's face was pale.