CHAPTER 508: CHAPTER 451, EATING FROM TWO HOUSEHOLDS

"Then the Disciple exhausted all my strength to contend with Nuwa, having once been the Vice Family Master of the Military School, I am familiar with Military Art. I used my wit and bravery to confront Nuwa, even at the risk of offending her. I spared no effort, determined to fulfill the mission entrusted by Your Excellency, to annihilate Daughter Country and secure justice for those yin spirits."

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"Um~ You are dedicated," Ping Xin said with satisfaction.

Bai Jin chuckled awkwardly and said, "The main reason I failed to fulfil Your Excellency’s mission this time is actually because I was afraid of death."

"Oh~ Why do you say that?" Ping Xin asked with a smile.

"Because Nuwa had a hand in this matter, I worried that if I still insisted on taking action against Daughter Country, I might suffer from Nuwa’s retribution. Hence, I did not dare to act personally."

Bai Jin spoke boldly, "Truthfully, it’s not that I am really afraid of death. There are many disputes in the Primordial World; I had long disregarded life and death in the struggle for the Great Way. But I feared I would never see Your Excellency again, and I wouldn’t be able to come and pay my respects, so I reluctantly preserved myself. Please understand this, Your Excellency."

Ping Xin nodded and said, "It is good that you think this way. The Primordial World is perilous, and you must be careful to judge your capabilities when doing anything. Nuwa is especially cold and ruthless, don’t provoke her, otherwise, I can’t save you."

Bai Jin nodded repeatedly and said, "I will remember Your Excellency’s teachings and remind myself constantly to be kind to others."

"Although I dare not act against Nuwa personally, I have not forgotten Your Excellency’s command and sought opportunities in Daughter Country. Eventually, I found an opportunity – the city brimming with baby spirits was something I could utilize. So, I summoned the Day and Night Wandering Gods, brought down the Underworld’s Divine Power, and executed punishment on the wicked. In my expectation, the city’s baby spirits, once empowered, would become furious and violent and consequently annihilate Daughter Country. The revenge of the baby spirits was a fate they brought upon themselves; even Nuwa could not argue with that. However, to my surprise, after being endowed with the Divine Power, the baby spirits merely took their mothers with them and showed absolutely no intention of causing havoc. They had none of the fierceness expected of Fierce Ghosts. It was utterly disgraceful."

Ping Xin said disapprovingly, "You shouldn’t be saying such things as the Emperor of Supervision."

Bai Jin smiled sheepishly, "I was trying to complete Your Excellency’s task; anxiety led to chaos."

"The baby spirits lack spiritual wisdom, their mothers are their only obsession. Once the obsession is resolved, they naturally wouldn’t massacre wantonly."

Bai Jin slapped his forehead, annoyed, and said, "Ah~ I failed to understand this before. Your sagacity is illuminating, Your Excellency, seeing through the mystery at a glance. Thank you for your teachings, I will not make such a mistake again."

Ping Xin’s lips curled into a peculiar smile as she said, "Effort is what counts. Bai Jin, you must be hungry! Come, have some delicious food."

"Alright!" Bai Jin dashed to the campfire and reached for the roasted meat above the fire.

"Slap~" Ping Xin slapped Bai Jin’s hand.

Bai Jin immediately withdrew his hand and glanced at it, "Your Excellency, my hand is red."

Ping Xin took out a large red crab from the side and handed it to Bai Jin, speaking gently and kindly, "This is a top-quality Blood Sea Crab given to me by Ming He Sect Master. There are not more than a handful of such crabs in the entire Primordial World; try this."

"Your Excellency, I’d rather have the roasted meat. Eating crabs is too much trouble."

"Little White, be obedient!"

"Oh!" Bai Jin obediently took the Blood Sea Crab, pried off the shell, and started eating it with the sauce.

After a while, Bai Jin burped satisfyingly and took his leave.

In the small garden, Ping Xin picked up the piece of roasted meat from the campfire and threw it into the fire, spattering sparks. Crackling noises came from the flames, and blackish-green smoke rose up, withering the surrounding exotic flowers and plants in its smoky swath, indicating the virulence of the poison. Even though Quasi-Saints possess the Power of Laws and protection of the Great Way, consuming such a poison would definitely not be a pleasant experience.

Ping Xin grinned and said, "Nuwa, you have lost! Although Daughter Country was not destroyed, Bai Jin’s actions have shown his stance. Even if you coerce him, Little White still stands with me, hehe~"

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After leaving the Underworld, Bai Jin immediately rushed into Chaos.

Within the Wa Emperor Heaven, Nuwa sat in the pavilion at the center of a pond surrounded by water, with lotus blooming everywhere. Many Dragon Fish swiftly swam through the pond.

Nuwa sat in the pavilion with a stove in front of her, atop which a clay pot simmered, bubbling and steaming with an alluring fragrance. In her hand, she held a twig, her delicate white jade fingers plucking one bright red persimmon after another.

A White Crane descended from outer space, folding its wings and diving steeply. As it neared the pavilion, a flash of white light passed, and the White Crane vanished without a trace. Bai Jin floated down from the white light, bowing with joy and saying, "Your Excellency, your Disciple has returned to report."

Nuwa smiled and said, "Rise! Come sit."

"Thank you, Your Excellency!" Bai Jin walked over and sat opposite Nuwa, his nose twitching with the tempting aroma, making him hungry again.

Bai Jin looked at the clay pot on the table and asked in surprise, "Your Excellency, what are you cooking? It smells so good!"

"Just a pot of soup, it’s nothing of significance. Bai Jin, have you done a good job guiding Daughter Country?"

Bai Jin said helplessly, "Your Excellency, aren’t you being a little too impatient? Guidance is not the work of a single morning or evening."