Nine Heavens Breathing Soil Molds Clay Figurines? Nuwa Learns to Be Human

"All right. Young Master has seen much and knows much; I'm sure you have plenty of interesting things," Nuwa replied with a smile.

Upon entering the room, Nuwa looked around carefully.

Last time, she had been too nervous to inspect it properly.

The great master's room was antique and elegant.

Its furnishings were simple as well: a bookshelf lined with numerous books, all spotless, without a speck of dust.

On the other side, a shelf displayed all manner of strange and curious trinkets.

Nuwa was immensely curious and strolled over.

After a quick look, she saw that the most numerous items were all sorts of clay figurines.

"Young Master, what are these?"

Jiang Ping explained with a smile, "They're figurines. Really, they're just things I molded from clay when I was bored."

Nuwa nodded. "May I pick one up and take a look?"

"Of course. Miss Feng, look at whatever you like. If there's one you like, I'll give it to you."

Nuwa casually picked up a clay figurine.

Holding it in her hand, she examined it closely.

The longer she looked, the cuter it seemed. Suddenly, an eerie devouring force came from the figurine in her hand.

Caught off guard, a wisp of her Spiritual Sense was swallowed into the clay figurine.

Terror surged through her heart, but fortunately, that wisp of Spiritual Sense had not slipped beyond her control.

As her Spiritual Sense entered the figurine, it was as though it had entered a wondrous space.

The more Nuwa saw, the more her heart pounded in alarm.

Within this clay figurine lay a world of its own.

It seemed to conceal the true meaning of the Great Dao.

Its many acupoints seemed to correspond perfectly to the stars of the heavens.

Its five viscera seemed to correspond to the laws of the Five Elements Great Dao.

And it even possessed a sea of qi, a blood palace, and a mud palace!

Every part corresponded one by one with the Great Dao!

This was too incredible. Could this be the opportunity the great master had bestowed upon me?

Had the great master seen through my heart?

Did he know that what had plagued me all this time was my confusion over the Great Dao?

Was that why he had taken the initiative to let me enter this room?

That's right—last time, the great master had also taken the initiative to let me enter this room. Unfortunately, I hadn't noticed anything then.

This time, luckily, I saw this clay figurine.

If I failed to seize it again this time, I would surely miss the greatest opportunity of my life!

Nuwa rejoiced inwardly. The true meaning of the Great Dao contained within this clay figurine was vast and boundless, not something she could comprehend in a short time. She absolutely could not lose herself in it.

Nuwa tried withdrawing her Spiritual Sense. Sure enough, it returned to her body with effortless ease.

When Nuwa lowered her head to look at the figurine in her hand again, there was nothing unusual about it.

The figurine looked ordinary. Aside from resembling the great master in appearance, it leaked not the slightest treasure light and did not even contain a trace of spiritual power.

Was this the realm of the Great Dao: unadorned and returning to simplicity?

"What's wrong, Miss Feng? Why did you suddenly space out?" Jiang Ping asked with concern.

Nuwa gripped the clay figurine tightly and said with firm eyes, "Young Master, may I have this clay figurine?"

After saying that, Nuwa felt deeply uneasy. This concerned her Great Dao fortune. Even if she had to offer up all her possessions, or even trade ten thousand years of her lifespan, she would not hesitate.

Because this clay figurine was simply too precious to her.

Jiang Ping chuckled. "Sure, but..."

Hearing the first half of his sentence, Nuwa finally let out a breath of relief. But the great master had not finished speaking—did that mean there was a condition?

If there's a condition, I'll accept anything! Even if I must serve the great master for ten thousand years, I'll do so willingly!

Jiang Ping quickly swept his gaze over the shelf, then picked up another clay figurine and handed it to Nuwa.

"Here, I'll give you this one too. They happen to make a pair. It'd be too lonely if you only took one."

Nuwa was overjoyed, nearly weeping with joy.

She had never expected happiness to arrive so suddenly. She was almost excited enough to take flight.

Nuwa accepted the other clay figurine and examined it carefully. It appeared somewhat different from the first one.

"Young Master, do these two clay figurines have names? They look broadly similar, yet somewhat different."

Jiang Ping said casually, "This is called the Divine Eagle Couple—one man and one woman, a perfect pair."

Nuwa's body trembled, and her Primordial Spirit shuddered violently.

The exalted one was directly imparting the Dao and clearing away my doubts!

One man and one woman!

Didn't that perfectly correspond to Yang Yang's Great Dao?

A lone yin could not thrive, a lone yang could not be born; when yin and yang joined, life would flourish without end!

The exalted one was truly unfathomable. A casual remark from him contained the true essence of the Great Dao!

Terrifying!

Suppressing the shock in her heart, Nuwa carefully asked, "Young Master, what material was this clay figurine made from?"

Jiang Ping scratched his head awkwardly. "To be honest, it's just some clay I scooped up from beside the little pond. It isn't worth anything, so please don't dislike it, Miss Feng."

Nuwa's breathing immediately grew rapid. How could I possibly dislike it? I could only wish for more! No wonder this clay figurine had seemed so extraordinary. The moment I touched it, I vaguely sensed that the material seemed familiar.

Could it truly be that thing?

"Young Master, is there any of that clay left?"

Jiang Ping was taken aback. "There's plenty. Do you want some?"

Nuwa nodded. "Yes. I'll take as much as you have. I also want to make some clay figurines."

Jiang Ping said with a smile, "All right, Miss Feng, wait here. I'll go get you some right away."

Jiang Ping hurried out. Nuwa paced back and forth alone inside the room.

Her heart was in turmoil, a tangled mess of emotions.

Joy, shame, anticipation, worry...

All sorts of feelings made it impossible for her to calm down.

Before long, Jiang Ping returned carrying a large sack.

"Here. There should be several dozen jin in here—enough for Miss Feng to make hundreds, even thousands, of clay figurines."

Nuwa carefully opened the sack and inspected its contents.

She suddenly covered her mouth, nearly crying out in shock!

Just as I thought.

This was the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil!

An existence comparable to a Xiantian Spirit Treasure.

It was a supreme material for artifact refinement. With enough of it, one could even raise the grade of a Xiantian Spirit Treasure!

Nuwa's breathing immediately became hurried, her chest rising and falling without pause.

She stammered, "Young Master, all of this... is for me?"

Jiang Ping nodded. "What? Do you think it's not enough? Or are you worried there's too much for you to carry?"

Nuwa hurriedly shook her head. "It's enough, Young Master. Have you forgotten that Miss Wu was born with immense strength? This much is nothing to her."

"Ah, right, right. I did forget that. But Miss Wu is drunk, and who knows when she'll wake up."

"How about you rest in my room for now, Miss Feng?" Jiang Ping suggested.

Nuwa asked shyly, "And what about you, Young Master?"

Jiang Ping pursed his lips toward the outside. "I'll tidy up the little courtyard, then make do outside."

Warmth filled Nuwa's heart. The exalted one truly attended to every last detail, personally handling everything himself.

But I can't just sit around and eat while doing nothing.

"Young Master, let me help you tidy up," Nuwa said eagerly.

Jiang Ping inwardly praised her. She really was a diligent girl—simply the very image of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Miss."

Afterward, the two of them tidied up and washed together.