You're Nuwa? You should have said so earlier!

"Ex... exchange!"

The greedy instinct in Lu Changsheng's mind was roaring frantically.

"This is Three Lights Divine Water! Having this drop is equivalent to having an extra life! Forget trading it for one Red Sun Fruit; even uprooting that tree outside and gifting it to her would be worth it!"

But the rationality of a man who lived by the path of caution was still pulling him back with all its might.

"Calm down! Lu Changsheng, calm down!"

"Pies don't fall from the sky! Trading a drop of Three Lights Divine Water for a lousy Red Sun Fruit—even a fool wouldn't make such a losing deal!"

"She must have an ulterior motive! Perhaps there's some kind of tracking mark in this water, or it might explode the moment it enters the formation!"

Lu Changsheng paced around the control console, anxious and restless.

He wanted it; he wanted it so badly.

But he was afraid of death—terrified to his core.

In the end, greed gained a slight upper hand.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the tremor in his voice, and shouted into the Sound Transmission Megaphone.

"Ahem... well..."

"This water does look quite fancy. Fine, since you're so sincere, I'll reluctantly trade with you."

"But let's get the ugly truth out of the way first! I won't open the door to let you in!"

Lu Changsheng began racking his brains for a solution.

"This woman's identity is definitely not simple. Anyone who can casually produce Three Lights Divine Water is certainly no ordinary Primordial Unity Golden Immortal."

His eyes darted around, and he suddenly asked.

"Before we trade, state your name!"

"I don't do business with nobodies! Since you claim to be a wandering cultivator, you must have a Daoist name and a place of cultivation, right?"

Lu Changsheng was testing her.

If she gave a name he had never heard of, he would take the water and continue playing dead.

If she claimed to be an elder of the Dragon Clan or a protector of the Qilin, he would rather forgo the water than have any contact with her.

Outside the formation.

Nuwa did not find the request inappropriate.

In the world of cultivation, exchanging names was the first step to making acquaintances.

The fact that the other party was willing to ask for her name showed that his guard had lowered, if only by a fraction.

She smiled slightly, her cyan Flowing Cloud Skirt fluttering gently in the breeze.

She looked at the layers of light curtains from the formation ahead, her expression becoming somewhat solemn.

Her red lips parted, and her ethereal voice resonated throughout the land.

"I am Nuwa, of Mount Buzhou."

Just seven simple words.

No elaboration on her cultivation, no boasting of her origins.

Because in the Primordial Land, the name "Nuwa of Mount Buzhou" itself represented a supreme status and infinite potential.

However.

These seven words, falling into Lu Changsheng's ears, were no less than a ten-thousand-ton nuclear bomb detonating directly inside his mind!

"Clang!"

Lu Changsheng took a massive step back, collided with the white jade bed, and collapsed onto the floor.

He was completely stunned.

His ears were ringing, and only those two words echoed frantically in his mind.

Nuwa?

Nuwa!!!

The legendary Nuwa who molded clay to create humans, gathered stones to mend the heavens, was destined to become a Saint, and was revered by countless humans as the Holy Mother?

The thickest, longest, and most solid super golden thigh in the entire Primordial Land?!

Lu Changsheng felt all the blood in his body rushing to his head, his scalp tingling.

What had he just done?

He had pointed at Nuwa's nose and called her an ignorant, stinking woman?

He had threatened Nuwa, saying he would go out and run her over, or have the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning strike her?

He had made a dignified future Saint eat dust at the entrance of his dilapidated cave for a hundred years and sit there for three thousand?!

"Damn it..."

Lu Changsheng clutched his head with both hands, squeezing his eyes shut in agony.

"What the hell did I just miss!"

"If I'd known it was Nuwa sitting outside, I wouldn't have bothered setting up any damn arrays! I would've torn the door off its hinges and slid out on my knees to hug her thighs, wouldn't I?"

"As long as I could establish a connection with Nuwa, as long as I could get a familiar face in front of this big shot."

"In the future, even if those old dragons came to cause me trouble in the Primordial Land, they'd have to weigh the face of Lady Nuwa!"

Lu Changsheng's mindset underwent a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn in that instant.

From the previous hostility and defensiveness of "there are always treacherous people trying to harm me," he shifted completely into the fanatical sycophancy of "Big shot, please take me under your wing."

But after all, he had been playing it safe for eight thousand five hundred years; that streak of caution and suspicion was already carved into his DNA.

"No! Can't get excited!"

Lu Changsheng pinched his own thigh hard.

"Just because she says she's Nuwa, does that mean she is? What if someone is impersonating her?"

"Even if it is the real Nuwa, she hasn't become a Saint yet! The Dragon-Han First Tribulation isn't even over, and she's only a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal."

"And... I cursed so viciously just now. What if she's petty and wants to trick me into opening the door just to slap me to death?"

Lu Changsheng's brain raced at top speed.

The thighs definitely had to be hugged, but his life had to be preserved first!

Absolutely no opening the door! That was the bottom line.

"So it is Fellow Daoist Nuwa!"

Lu Changsheng scrambled up from the ground, smoothed out his slightly ruffled dark-gold feathers, and cleared his throat.

He spoke into the Sound Transmission Megaphone, his tone undergoing a sudden, drastic transformation.

The previous arrogance and crudeness were swept away, replaced by a perfectly measured warmth and the air of an expert.

"I have long admired your name; it is like thunder to my ears!"

"Oh my, it really is a case of not knowing each other without a fight. I saw your formidable methods earlier and mistook you for one of those cold-blooded demons, which is why I spoke so rudely. I have offended you, I have truly offended you!"

Outside the array.

Nuwa almost couldn't help but laugh out loud upon hearing this sudden shift in style.

The speed of this face-turn was faster than flipping a book.

Just a moment ago he was calling himself "Laozi," and now he's "this humble Daoist"?

"You are too polite, Fellow Daoist. No offense taken," Nuwa replied, playing along. "Then, about this Three Lights Divine Water..."

"Trade! We must trade!"

Lu Changsheng said decisively.

"It is this humble Daoist's honor to trade with Fellow Daoist Nuwa."

"However..."

Lu Changsheng's tone shifted, becoming cautious once more.

"Once this array of mine is opened, closing it is quite troublesome. Moreover, I am at a critical juncture in my seclusion and it is truly inconvenient to come out and welcome you."

"How about this, let us trade in a rather... special way."

Outside, Nuwa tilted her head slightly in curiosity.

A special way?

Isn't it just opening a gap in the array and passing the items out? What else could be special?

Soon, Nuwa witnessed what true "spirit of the coward" meant.

"Rumble—"

In front of Nuwa, the outermost layer of the light screen slowly cracked open to reveal a tiny gap.

The gap was only the size of a fist.

Immediately after, a rope woven from some unknown, coarse vine slowly extended from the gap.

Tied to the end of the rope was a small wooden drawer.

The small drawer looked crude, lacking even a hint of magical fluctuation; it was entirely a mundane object.

And on the surface of this wooden drawer, dozens of yellow paper talismans covered in scribbles were plastered densely.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, please place the Three Lights Divine Water into this small drawer."