Chapter 11: Nuwa: I Want It All! [Begging for Flowers! Begging for Evaluation Tickets!]

"Eight gourds, only seven contain the rhyme of the Dao; setting aside the black gourd that lacks it for now, shall we divide these seven among ourselves?"

Just as the atmosphere grew subtle, Taiqing spoke with a cold and calm expression.

"How does Daoist Taiqing wish to divide them?"

Hongyun looked at Taiqing and asked.

"Each faction takes one: the Demon Clan takes one, the Witch Clan takes one, the unaffiliated cultivators take one, and Junior Sister Nuwa takes one; the remaining three naturally belong to us Three Pure Ones."

"We Three Pure Ones are the disciples of the Master, and we hold the Heaven-Earth-Black-Yang Exquisite Pagoda, the Four Extermination Swords, the Pangu Banner, and the Taiji Diagram; taking three of these, you should have no objection, correct?"

Taiqing said lightly.

Hearing this, the mighty ones present furrowed their brows slightly; though dissatisfied, they were somewhat helpless.

Indeed, just as Taiqing said, even if dissatisfied, what could be done? In the Primordial World, the strong are ultimately respected.

Leaving aside the Three Pure Ones' backers, even their own strength cannot be underestimated; moreover, the innate supreme treasures on their persons alone exceed four in rank—how could they fight?

Fight with their heads!

"Then let it be as the Daoist says."

"Agreed."

"It is only fitting."

"So be it."

One after another, the mighty ones of the Primordial World spoke.

Nuwa was about to agree, but Li Mo's voice reached her ear: "Sister, do not divide them. If I am not mistaken, this Primordial Gourd Vine may be a Chaos-grade magic treasure, and it will be of immense help to you."

Upon hearing this, Nuwa's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly; she subconsciously turned her gaze toward Li Mo, her expression seeming to ask for his meaning.

"Swallow it whole!"

Li Mo, layer upon layer, said heavily.

"Swallow it whole, then..."

Nuwa's expression grew slightly grave and solemn, yet she offered no refusal or opposition.

Since her younger brother said so, she would simply listen.

With her current cultivation base and Daoist attainment, even swallowing it whole might not be impossible!

Because Nuwa's movements were concealed, few noticed the exchange between Nuwa and Li Mo; only Houtu, who was usually quiet and gentle among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, seemed to sense it and glanced over with curiosity.

"Fellow Daoists, Senior Brothers, this Palace has a proposal."

Just as the mighty ones were discussing which gourd each would take, Nuwa spoke slowly, her voice clear, cold, and noble.

The moment her voice sounded, all gazes focused upon her.

"Junior Sister, what proposal do you have?"