Chaos Spirit Field

Tantai Mingyue looked at Nuwa with a look of helplessness, sighing inwardly. The Moon Palace's formations were useless against a saint. She knew she couldn't refuse this time; no one could refuse a saint twice. So she said, "Nuwa, I'm willing to go to the underworld to persuade Luo Tianshuang. As for the outcome, I can't guarantee it."

Upon hearing this, Nuwa nodded in satisfaction. She turned her gaze to the little girl beside her and said softly, "Zhao Yunxiao, why don't you pay your respects to the Master?"

"Ah?" Tantai Mingyue was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized. Goddess Nuwa was willing to accept Zhao Yunxiao as her disciple! Her mood instantly brightened, and the resentment in her heart dissipated. She hurriedly pulled her daughter over and had her pay her respects to Goddess Nuwa.

Zhao Yunxiao knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times respectfully to the goddess Nuwa. From today on, she was a disciple of the saint and no longer had to live in fear.

In the underworld, beside the Naihe Bridge, an old woman was boiling soup, giving off a melancholy vibe. When she saw the three people suddenly appear, she seemed to have anticipated their arrival and calmly asked, "Would you three like a bowl of freshly brewed soup?"

Zhao Yunxiao looked at the dark, strange-smelling pot of soup and couldn't help but frown. She asked cautiously, "Mother, can Yunxiao not drink the soup?"

Luo Tianshuang raised her head, forcing a smile from her wrinkled face, and said gently, "Little girl, what's your last name?"

"Mother, my last name is Zhao, and my name is Zhao Yunxiao."

"Zhao Yunxiao, what a nice name. Sister Mingyue, the yin energy here is too strong. Yunxiao shouldn't stay here for long. Take her back. Goddess Nuwa, let's let bygones be bygones. I hope there won't be a next time."

Nuwa knew what Luo Tianshuang meant. She said, "Zhao Yunxiao has become my disciple. No one can touch her."

"That would be best, Sister Mingyue, take care."

"Sister Tianshuang, Yang Hui cannot be blamed for my husband's death."

"I know she's not as determined as you."

Tan Tai Ming Yue did not argue. What Yang Hui could do was already the limit. After all, she had a husband.

After the three of them left the underworld, Nuwa asked, "Lord Taiyin, Yun Xiao, do you want to go back to the Moon Palace with you, or with me?"

Tantai Mingyue thought for a moment and said, "Nuwa, the Moon Palace is cold and lonely. It's better to let Yunxiao follow you."

Zhao Yunxiao reluctantly said goodbye to her mother and left with Nuwa. Tantai Mingyue felt mixed emotions watching her daughter leave. Although she was reluctant to let her go, she thought the Moon Palace was too poor, and the saints should not be short of supplies.

Nuwa Niangniang was also worried when she saw Zhao Yunxiao. It had not been her intention to recruit disciples. With the rise of Buddhism, the demons would be the first to bear the brunt of the impact. She had no intention of training disciples now. As the saying goes, the person who tied the bell must untie it. Whoever came up with the idea must pay the price. Perhaps this is what they call good intentions not being rewarded.

Zhao Shanhe felt a headache when he saw Nuwa coming again. He said, "Nuwa, could you please knock before entering? I have my privacy too. What are you doing here again?"

Nuwa rolled her eyes at Zhao Shanhe, picked up the wine glass on the table and began to drink. She said, "Zhao boy, it's all your bad idea. I don't have time to teach my disciples, and I see you're quite free, so I'll help you with the teaching."

Zhao Shanhe was delighted to see the little girl beside Nuwa, but complained, "Nuwa, it's not good to have the deputy headmaster of Yuxu Palace teach the disciples of Wahuang Palace."

Nuwa Niangniang teased: "You kidnapped one of my disciples, and it is reasonable for you to train another one for me. If you want to say something, then take this one in as well. Ehuang and Nvying are also a good story."

Zhao Shanhe felt like cursing in his heart, it was just nonsense. He replied, "Nuwa, Yang Xiaochan and I haven't even started dating yet. It's not appropriate for you to accept the betrothal gift now."

Nuwa smiled charmingly and teased, "Zhao boy, you must have confidence in your own charm. I am also attracted to you."

Zhao Shanhe quickly said, "Nuwa, please stop teasing me. I'll help you teach your apprentice, okay? Little girl, what's your name?"

Zhao Yunxiao looked at his master, and Nuwa said, "Yunxiao, this is Zhao Zilong, the deputy headmaster of Yuxu Palace. You can just call him Senior Brother."

"Senior Brother Zhao, my name is Zhao Yunxiao."

Zhao Shanhe's heart skipped a beat when he heard Zhao Yunxiao call him "Senior Brother." He said, "Yunxiao, treat this place as your home from now on. Goddess Nuwa, wait a moment. I'll go make you some delicious food."

Nuwa said, "Zhao boy, you are trying to get me drunk and do something bad. I have something else to do today, so I'll give you another chance next time."

Zhao Shanhe couldn't help but complain in his heart, saying that Nuwa really didn't treat him as a man. When he became stronger, she would definitely make him suffer. He looked at Zhao Yunxiao, feeling mixed emotions. His daughter was right in front of him, but he couldn't recognize her. As long as the plan succeeded, he wouldn't have to hide his identity anymore. So he said, "Yunxiao, please sit down first. I'll go make you some delicious food."

"Thank you, senior brother." Zhao Yunxiao felt that this senior brother didn't seem to like him. He should have gone back to the Moon Palace with his mother earlier.

Yang Nianhe came over after receiving a notice from his master, saying that he was to accompany an important guest. When he arrived, he saw that it was a lovely little girl. He said, "Hello, little girl. My name is Yang Nianhe. What's your name?"

Zhao Yunxiao replied dissatisfiedly: "My name is Zhao Yunxiao. I'm not a little girl. I'm 38 years old this year."

Yang Nianhe said in surprise: "You are the same age as me, how can you be so young?"

At this moment, Zhao Shanhe came and said, "Nianhe, this is your sister, why don't you call someone?"

"Master, how do you know she is definitely older than me?"

Zhao Shanhe was well aware that both Yang Nianhe and Zhao Yunxiao were the fruits of his labor. Yang Hui's pregnancy came after Tantai Mingyue's, so he couldn't say the same thing. He said, "Nianhe, you've forgotten that I know the art of deduction. Yunxiao, eat some spiritual fruit first; the food will be ready soon."

Zhao Shanhe took out a plate of spiritual fruits and placed them on the table before leaving. Zhao Yunxiao swallowed his saliva as he looked at the many spiritual fruits he had never seen before. Yang Nianhe picked up a spiritual berry and handed it to him. He said, "Eat it. Don't be polite with my master. He has plenty."

Zhao Yunxiao wasn't averse to Yang Nianhe. She took the spiritual berries and began to eat them, her eyes narrowing into crescents. They were so delicious! Suddenly, a warm current surged through her body, and she felt as if she had grown larger. She thought it was an illusion. As she continued to consume the spiritual fruit, the heat increased. Yang Nianhe exclaimed, "Yunxiao, you've grown larger! What kind of magic is this? It's so interesting."