Chapter 172: What about being my master's wife?

A series of dishes made from ordinary, common ingredients actually possessed the ability to awaken postnatal divine powers, and there was no way for her to calculate any shielding method against it.

And other such things...

Even the mighty Saint Nüwa herself now lacked such absolute confidence in her own abilities, capable of achieving what even Saints could not.

This Chen shopkeeper's cultivation, even if it were lower, could not possibly be any lower!

Or perhaps...

Nüwa's heart suddenly gave rise to a bizarre thought: if they were to fight, she probably wouldn't even be a match for this shopkeeper!

No, impossible!

Nüwa gently shook her head, casting aside this absurd notion—how could she possibly not be a match?

She is a Saint, after all—who in the entire Honghuang could surpass her teacher?

Even her teacher said the position of Heavenly Dao Saint had already become a fixed number, fundamentally unchangeable—how could anyone possibly be stronger than them?

Taking a deep breath, Nüwa quickly calmed her mind; surely this series of bizarre events had driven her somewhat mad.

This Chen shopkeeper must undoubtedly be of high-rank Half-Saint cultivation, plus some strange innate abilities.

Although that may be so, Nüwa's curiosity about Chen Nuo had already risen to an unprecedented height.

She also couldn't help but make a decision in her heart: when the time comes, she will definitely personally visit this Xuan Feng and Sun Wukong's utterly mysterious shopkeeper.

After a moment's silence, Nüwa picked up the peach on the table: "This peach, take it back."

Sun Wukong scratched his head, waved his hand, and said: "Since Old Grandson took it out, I never thought of taking it back—you just keep it."

Nüwa flicked her finger, directly sending the peach into Sun Wukong's embrace.

"I also won't casually accept things others give me." Nüwa said lightly.

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's mouth twitched—won't casually accept?

Then spit out the Peach Soda you just drank!

Sun Wukong complained in his heart, but seeing Nüwa, he ultimately dared not say those words aloud.

Saint, Saint—even if in his view the title seemed somewhat inflated, he also knew he absolutely could not be mentioned in the same breath as her.

Without further refusal, with a thought, Sun Wukong took the peach back.

"You and I share some affinity, then—speak! What do you want? I'll grant you one thing." Nüwa looked at the monkey in plain clothes, full of vitality, and spoke softly.

After all, it was transformed from my Heaven-Mending Stone; in our interactions, my heart naturally feels more generous.

Moreover, this Sun Wukong has introduced me to so much about Chaos Residence and even gifted me a cup of Peach Soda.

This is the Saint's Vow—this monkey's heart must be blooming with joy right now!

Nüwa unconsciously lifted the corners of her mouth slightly.

One thing—anything at all? So generous?

Sun Wukong scratched his head, furrowed his brows, and began to ponder.

After a few breaths, he suddenly blurted out: "Can you be my master's wife?"

Since you've given me the chance, then don't blame me for not being polite—Sun Wukong felt secretly pleased in his heart.

As a qualified, no, an excellent disciple, one must always keep the master in mind.

As his words fell, the entire Great Hall suddenly seemed to grow a bit quieter, even the aura taking on a strange quality.

Xuan Feng stared, mouth agape, at Sun Wukong's shocking words—his eyes nearly popped out—had he just hallucinated?

Have the Lady become his wife? How dare he say such a thing!

Xuan Feng held her breath, quickly concealing her own aura, tiptoeing away cautiously, wanting to put distance between herself and Sun Wukong.

She didn't want to think about anything now—just one thought: when the Lady slaps this monkey to death, please don't use too much force and drag her along too.

Nüwa, as Sun Wukong finished speaking,

her entire body froze.

Be, be the master's wife?!

Her flawless face was now covered in icy frost, even strands of intent condensing—since her birth until now, no one had ever dared to speak to her like this!

However, the thick-headed Sun Wukong continued muttering to himself: "I think you two are still quite compatible."

"Look at you—your appearance isn't bad, and my master's looks are even more magnificent, unparalleled between Heaven and Earth! Put in a little effort, and you should be worthy."

Sun Wukong shook his head and swayed his brain, his words not yet set in stone—though he viewed her with normal human eyes, this Lady was already stunning beyond compare.

But it doesn't necessarily mean the master will be satisfied—his profound thoughts are beyond my grasp.

If we're being serious, Sun Wukong feels the entire Three Realms cannot find anyone who could be compared to his master.

Speaking like this—strict!

The master often warns himself to act with steadiness!

Appearance not bad? Should be worthy!

Nüwa's originally low pressure suddenly stalled, instantly vanishing into nothing—yet her heart shifted from furious indignation at being offended to ashamed annoyance at being looked down upon.

The originally frost-covered jade face now bore faint red spots, very light, very faint, not noticeable to others.

The bare hands resting under the table unconsciously pinched the fabric into wrinkles, and her breathing became slightly hurried.

Who is she? She is the only female Saint between Heaven and Earth—Nüwa!

Whether in strength or appearance, neither is not the pinnacle of existence in the Three Realms—yet this monkey's words implied she could only barely manage to be worthy of his master, the shopkeeper Chen.

How could this be possible?!

Nüwa gritted her silver teeth—even having become a Saint, a woman's self-assessment refuses to yield.

As for me, Nüwa—I am perfect; if I desire a bond, I need only speak once in the Three Realms, and the entire realm will tremble.

Suitors will surely come like carp crossing the river—countless—how could I possibly be this inadequate?!

Nüwa's heart raced, and she instinctively blurted out: "How could I possibly not be worthy?!"

Xuan Feng: "???"

What is this situation?

Xuan Feng looked utterly confused; what Sanniang said and what she herself thought were not exactly the same, only that they were completely unrelated.

Sanniang, what exactly do you mean by this? I'm really at a loss now.

Sanniang, with your heavenly beauty and peerless grace, you are certainly worthy of all the male immortals in the Heavenly Realm.

Although what Sanniang said is quite correct, why does it sound so strange to her ears?

As soon as the words left her mouth, Nüwa also realized something was wrong; the rosy glow on her flawless jade-like face instantly deepened several shades—why did she say such a thing?

This is utterly not a matter of whether one is worthy or not!

Sun Wukong shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, I think you are absolutely worthy of my master."

"However, I can only recommend you a bit, have a chance to say a few words in front of my master, I cannot possibly make the decision for my master on my own."

Scratching his head, Sun Wukong gave a hehe smile: "My master is unfathomable to anyone, but then again, I have been his disciple for over ten years, so I can somewhat gauge his intentions."

"I think you have a chance, after all, you are already the most beautiful person I have ever seen in terms of human aesthetics."

After saying that, Sun Wukong's expression became solemn, he revealed a look of approval to Nüwa, stroked his chin, Sun Wukong pondered seriously for a moment, then spoke solemnly: "Don't people usually have something like rouge and powder?"

"If your appearance still falls short for my master, then just dress up nicely, put on some makeup, keep going—you will definitely make it!" Sun Wukong clenched his fist with one hand, then immediately raised his thumb, gestured toward Nüwa, and said encouragingly.