Ling Zhuzi Reincarnated as Human

Venerable Yuanshi said calmly, "I only need one disciple from under Junior Sister's tutelage."

Nuwa's gaze instantly turned cold.

"A disciple?"

Her voice was soft, yet it carried the pressure of a Saint of Creation.

Within Wa Huang Palace, countless spirit roots lowered their branches and leaves at once, not daring to sway.

Nuwa did not have many disciples.

Every one of them was bound to her by karma.

For Yuanshi to open his mouth and ask for one disciple was no small matter.

Nuwa said, "Who does Senior Brother want?"

Venerable Yuanshi did not answer at once.

He raised a hand, and a wisp of Jade Pure Immortal Light emerged in his palm.

Within that immortal light, the aura of the Tribulation of Calamity faintly surged.

That aura was not dense, yet it was extraordinarily peculiar.

Like a spark falling into dry kindling, it would surely ignite into a great blaze someday.

As Nuwa watched that wisp of aura, she already felt a stir in her heart.

Venerable Yuanshi said, "Not Yang Chan."

Nuwa's eyes narrowed slightly.

Yang Chan.

She was a disciple Nuwa had taken in not long ago.

Yaoji's daughter, Yang Jian's younger sister.

She was already entangled with the Human Race, the Heavenly Court, and the Sect of Interception.

If Venerable Yuanshi had truly come to ask for Yang Chan, Nuwa would never agree.

The ties behind Yang Chan ran far too deep.

Qin Mu had only just accepted Yang Jian, and if Yuanshi turned around and asked for Yang Chan—

That would not be placing a piece on the board.

That would be openly handing Qin Mu a blade.

Nuwa said coldly, "At least Senior Brother knows where to draw the line."

Venerable Yuanshi's expression did not change.

He said, "This humble daoist wants Ling