Fellow Daoist is Truly Cautious

Lu Changsheng's voice drifted from the depths of the formation, laced with a hint of tension.

"Once you've placed it, step back three paces."

"Then, I will pull the drawer inside."

"Between my one-thousandth layer of formation and the nine-hundred-and-ninety-ninth layer, there is a buffer zone for sterilization."

"After the drawer enters, I will roast it with Pure Yang Fire for three days and three nights in that buffer zone to ensure there is no attached sinister magic or divine sense tracking."

"Once the roasting is finished, I will place the Red Sun Fruit I promised you into the drawer and lower it back out to you along the rope."

Lu Changsheng laid out his transaction process in its entirety.

The scene fell into dead silence.

Nuwa stood where she was, watching the wooden drawer hanging from the rope, swaying in the breeze and plastered with low-quality talismans.

Her eyes, filled with the wisdom of creation, were brimming with a profound sense of helplessness.

In this world.

How could there be a living being so afraid of death and so cautious?!

Preventing divine sense tracking? Roasting it with Pure Yang Fire for three days and three nights?

Do you think Three Lights Divine Water is some kind of filthy substance! That is the purest holy water in heaven and earth!

Furthermore, you are actually using a broken vine without any magical power to pull the drawer? Is this because you are afraid I might trace your location back through magical fluctuations?

Am I really that kind of person!

Nuwa took several deep breaths, barely suppressing the urge to smash the wooden drawer to pieces with a single slap.

"Fellow Daoist... is truly cautious."

Nuwa gritted her teeth and squeezed out these words.

"Caution is the parent of safety; the Primordial Land is too chaotic, Fellow Daoist Nuwa, you should learn a thing or two in the future."

Inside, Lu Changsheng imparted his survival experience without a shred of guilt.

Nuwa did not waste any more breath.

With a flick of her fingertip, the drop of Three Lights Divine Water, radiating three-colored light, landed steadily into the crude wooden drawer.

Then, she followed Lu Changsheng's instructions and stepped back three paces.

"Alright! Pulling it in!"

Inside the cave dwelling, Lu Changsheng yanked the vine in his hand.

With a whoosh, the small drawer was dragged into the gap of the formation at high speed.

Subsequently, the light screen closed back up, seamless and tight.

Nuwa stood outside, watching helplessly as a blinding, dark-red flame suddenly ignited in the space between the one-thousandth and nine-hundred-and-ninety-ninth layers of the formation.

That was pure Pure Yang Fire.

Lu Changsheng had not lied; he truly used the Pure Yang Fire to roast the drawer containing the Three Lights Divine Water, turning it over and over for three full days and nights.

During this process, Nuwa even faintly heard the sound of something being rinsed with clear water.

That was Lu Changsheng, still not feeling at ease, giving that drop of Three Lights Divine Water a bath using his own purified Earth Vein Spirit Spring.

Giving divine water a bath.

Such a maneuver was something only Lu Changsheng could pull off.

Three days later.

The wooden drawer, now somewhat charred from the Pure Yang Fire, extended out once again through the fist-sized gap.

Nuwa stepped forward.

Inside the drawer, the drop of Three Lights Divine Water was gone.

In its place was a fruit only the size of an infant's fist.

The surface of the fruit was not smooth, even a bit pitted, yet it emitted a strange, fragrant aroma that made one feel calm and serene upon smelling it.

Beyond that, inside the fruit, there faintly flowed a trace of weak, yet truly existent, golden luster.

That was the mark left behind only after being nourished by Heavenly Dao Merit over long years.

Nuwa picked up the Red Sun Fruit.

With just one glance, she saw through the fruit's origins.

"A fruit from a lowest-grade Post-Heaven Spiritual Root, the Red Sun Fruit Tree. Originally, it only contained a trace of weak fire-attribute spiritual energy."

Nuwa thought to herself.

"But because it grew by that fellow daoist's side for so long, nurtured by the pure aura of merit radiating from him, and combined with the irrigation of the dense Earth Vein Spirit Spring within the formation."

"This fruit has undergone an unprecedented transformation."

Although it could not compare to those innate spiritual fruits that allow one to ascend to the heavens in a single day or grant a massive surge in magic power, it was something else entirely.

The trace of pure, flawless Dao rhyme of merit contained within it was a priceless treasure for those mighty beings stuck at a bottleneck and prone to the birth of inner demons!

Nuwa held the Red Sun Fruit to the tip of her nose and sniffed it gently.

In that instant, she felt her Dao heart, which had grown somewhat restless from remaining at the peak of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm for too long, as if brushed by a spring breeze, instantly becoming tranquil and clear.

"A fine fruit."

A heartfelt smile blossomed on Nuwa's stunningly beautiful face.

This drop of Three Lights Divine Water was well worth the trade. In fact, one could say she had gotten the better end of the deal.

Without the slightest hesitation, she placed the Red Sun Fruit into her mouth.

The fruit flesh melted the moment it touched her tongue.

It transformed into a cool, sweet nectar that flowed down her throat.

There was no violent surge of spiritual energy, nor were there any earth-shattering phenomena.

There was only the purest sense of peace, slowly spreading throughout her limbs and bones.

Nuwa closed her eyes, savoring this rare tranquility.

Meanwhile, deep within the cave dwelling, Lu Changsheng was cradling a white jade vase specifically used for storing top-tier spiritual materials, grinning so wide his back teeth were nearly visible.

Inside the white jade vase, the drop of Three Lights Divine Water floated silently.

"I'm rich, I'm rich!"

"A lousy fruit I treated as a post-meal dessert actually traded for such a life-saving divine artifact!"

Lu Changsheng kissed the vase twice before carefully tucking it into the deepest part of his Storage Jade Box.

The trade had been completed successfully, and the other party was truly Nuwa.

Lu Changsheng's mind immediately began to race.

This is a future Saint. Since the deal is done and the relationship has thawed, if I don't take the opportunity to get closer, it wouldn't align with my philosophy of building good karma while keeping a low profile.

Although he couldn't open the door, being an online friend from behind three thousand layers of formations, chatting and discussing the Dao with a future Saint—this was a guaranteed win!

Lu Changsheng leaned toward the Sound Transmission Megaphone once more, his tone becoming even gentler and more familiar.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa, how was the taste of the fruit? I hope it was worthy of your notice?"

Outside, Nuwa slowly opened her eyes, a hint of newfound clarity in her gaze.

"The fruit is exquisite."

She did not hold back her praise.

"Although the spiritual energy is thin, the sense of purity contained within is the finest I have ever encountered. Many thanks for your generosity, Fellow Daoist."

"It's nothing, nothing at all. I'm just glad you liked it, Fellow Daoist Nuwa."

Lu Changsheng chuckled from inside.

Separated by layers upon layers of glowing formations, neither could see the other, yet the atmosphere had miraculously become harmonious.

Nuwa stood beside the boulder, looked at the formations, and suddenly asked, "I have already provided my name, yet I do not know how I should address you, Fellow Daoist?"

Inside the cave, Lu Changsheng froze.

Give his name?

In this Primordial Land, names were closely tied to karma.

Some mighty beings proficient in curses or divination could kill you from millions of miles away just by knowing your name.

Lu Changsheng's paranoia nearly flared up again.

But then he reconsidered.

The other party was Nuwa.

A future Saint who cultivated the Dao of Creation, not some demonic cultivator who played with underhanded tricks. Besides, she had been generous enough to hand over the Three Lights Divine Water without hesitation.

Most importantly, if he refused to even give his name, he would certainly never be able to cling to this "thigh."

Fine, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Lu Changsheng cleared his throat.

"This poor Daoist is... Lu Changsheng."