The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 100 - 46 Nuwa Creates Humans Eventually Becomes a Saint (Part 1)
Chapter 100: Chapter 46 Nuwa Creates Humans Eventually Becomes a Saint (Part 1)
Although it is not the height of summer, this small island is lush with trees, and a gentle breeze blows softly.
Similarly, the pond is full of lotuses competing in beauty and radiating enticing fragrance, densely covering this less than ten-mile-wide lotus pond.
Seeing Li Qingming staring at the lotuses in the pond, Qing Han stepped forward and said, "Master, practicing by this lotus pond not only clears one’s heart and wards off external demons, but it also refines the evil Qi within the body. Moreover, those lotus seeds have the effect of healing wounds of the heart and spirit!"
Li Qingming, surprised by her words, glanced at Qing Han and said, "It seems you two little ones have eaten quite a few lotus seeds!"
Qing Han’s face turned flush red, but Chi Hong proudly puffed out her chest and said, "That’s right! Master, I know exactly how many lotus flowers there are, how many lotus leaves, and how many grades of lotus platforms are in this pond!"
Li Qingming smiled and patted Chi Hong’s head, "Then do you know that the 12th Grade Pure World White Lotus in the center is a Spiritual Treasure comparable to an Innate Treasure?"
Chi Hong and Qing Han looked at each other in dismay, and after a long pause, Qinghong’s little face was filled with anger, pointing at Qing Han and saying, "You smelly bird, if not for your constant obstruction, that lotus would have been mine!"
"Hmph! You smelly toad, if not for your constant obstruction, who knows to whom that lotus would have belonged!" Qing Han was equally defiant in her retort.
Li Qingming looked at the two children with a full head of black lines and gave each of them a knock on the head, saying, "What are you making a fuss about? What you haven’t obtained ultimately does not belong to you. Now it belongs to your master!"
The two children rubbed their heads, muttering, "That’s just violent robbery, we oppose violence!"
Li Qingming pretended not to hear and leapt towards the lotus pond, intending to pocket the 12th Grade Pure World White Lotus. Suddenly an inexplicable tremor surged into Li Qingming’s heart.
Li Qingming floated above the lotus pond, searching with all his might for the source of this tremor.
Li Qingming spread out his Primordial Spirit, pervading the entire lotus pond. Gradually, a point of light emerged in his heart, revealing a soybean-sized white brilliance nurturing within the heart of the World-purifying White Lotus.
"So that’s how it is!" Li Qingming withdrew his Primordial Spirit and flew back to the edge of the pond.
With a serious expression, he said to Chi Hong and Qing Han, "You must take good care of the lotuses in the pond, especially that 12th Grade Pure World White Lotus! Do not let any mistakes occur, understand?"
Although puzzled as to why Li Qingming would say such a thing, the two children still respectfully responded, "We will heed the master’s decree!"
Li Qingming looked at the lotus pond indifferently, then suddenly smiled lightly and said, "Grow quickly!"
As the flowers bloomed side by side, each branch displayed a different splendor.
Meanwhile, back in the Primordial Land, aside from Li Qingming, who possessed the materials yet could not set up a formation, there was another great power filled with inner turmoil who had not shown herself since the establishment of the Heavenly Court - Wa Emperor Nuwa.
Since the establishment of the Heavenly Court, Nuwa had secluded herself to her place of practice. Day and night, she pondered over the Hongmeng Purple Qi bestowed by Hong Jun, yet achieved nothing. Lately, she had been especially agitated, feeling as if something was about to happen. Thus, she left her retreat, planning to venture out for some fresh air.
But as she walked across the Primordial Continent, everywhere she looked there were conflicts.
The Witch and Demon Clans clashed incessantly. The Witch clan did not rest their Primordial Spirits, and the Little Witches relied on the flesh for sustenance, replenishing their strength and Spiritual Energy. The Little Demons of the Demon Race, however, always used the Little Witches of the Witch Tribe to hone their magic and cultivation, which resulted in countless Little Demons and Little Witches perishing daily in the Primordial Land.
Furthermore, the Witch and Demon Clans continuously fought over the treasures and sacred mountains, exacerbating the already tense relationship between the two clans, leaving both parties extremely envious upon encounter.
Although Nuwa was the Emperor of the Demon Clan, she was by nature kind-hearted and benevolent, and did not like conflict. Seeing the chaos wrought upon the Primordial Land by both Witch and Demon Clans, she was displeased.
Thus, Nuwa turned back after only a few days of travel. Unwittingly, she arrived at the hollow where she had acquired the Innate Gourd.
Even without the Innate Gourd’s roots gathering Spiritual Energy, the valley remained vibrant with colorful flowers and greenery, clear mountains, and beautiful waters. Occasionally, a few spiritual sparrows would call out and land on the branches, making it quite an enjoyable place.
At the lakeside, Nuwa gazed absently at the distant horizon, her mind a tangled mess.
"Master once said I have great merit to accomplish in the future, but where does this merit come from? Although the Primordial Land is relatively peaceful, there are endless undercurrents of strife. When will we have a peaceful Primordial Land?"
Thinking this, her eyebrows furrowed, her dignified appearance revealing a sense of authority and sacredness!
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After Li Qingming had arranged everything, he left Penglai Island and flew towards Mount Buzhou at the summit of the Heavenly Court.
On this journey, Li Qingming set his sights on the yet-to-be-born Celestial Stars Formation in the Heavenly Court. Hence, he did not bring Xiong Da along and instead hurried to the summit of Mount Buzhou.
As soon as he flew into the vicinity of Mount Buzhou, he spotted a young and radiant woman in palace attire, standing by a lake, seemingly lost in thought on the eastern side where the Innate Gourd Spirit Root was nurtured.
A thought crossed Li Qingming’s mind, and he mused, "Why is Nuwa here at Mount Buzhou, instead of delighting in the comforts of her own practice grounds? Could it be?" Without further ado, he descended from the clouds and approached Nuwa, offering a greeting, "Qingmingzi pays his respects to Master Uncle Nuwa!"
Nuwa, who was feeling irritated, turned her exquisite head upon hearing Li Qingming’s words and saw him bowing to her. She hastily dodged to the side in a fluster, saying, "Qingmingzi Fellow Daoist! You must not offer such grand salutations to me!"
With an unconcerned smile, Li Qingming replied, "Master Uncle, why are you not in your cave dwelling contemplating the Great Dao, instead taking such leisure to enjoy the lake and the scenery here?"
Upon hearing this, Nuwa let out a soft sigh and said, "Ah! Would I not rather be seated quietly in my cave dwelling, chanting in the Yellow Court? But the foundation of becoming a saint sits in my Primordial Spirit Sea like solid rock, unfathomable to me!"
Li Qingming thought to himself, "Indeed, that’s the case!"
He took two steps forward, gesturing towards the vast Primordial Land, and asked Nuwa, "Master Uncle, what do you make of this Primordial Land?"
Nuwa frowned slightly, puzzled by Li Qingming’s question. After pondering for a while, she lightly opened her rosy lips and said, "It is naturally vast and magnificent, brimming with vitality!"
Li Qingming offered Nuwa a smile, proceeding to say, "Then Master Uncle, don’t you find it monotonous that the Primordial Land, so wide and boundless, is only inhabited by the Witch and Demon Clans?"
Hearing this, Nuwa’s eyebrows knitted even tighter.
After mulling it over for a long time, the gloom in Nuwa’s heart dissipated, and with the guidance of her energy, the Hongmeng Purple Qi instantly dispersed a great deal. That indescribable charm erupted forth, and in an instant, Nuwa understood the meaning of merit that Hong Jun had spoken of.
Nuwa broke into a smile and offered Li Qingming a formal gesture of thanks, saying, "I owe you my gratitude, Fellow Daoist, for your enlightening words!"
Li Qingming hastily dodged the gesture, exclaiming, "Master Uncle, you overstate your thanks!"
Nuwa, with a smile, refrained from speaking any further but instead walked to the edge of the small lake. She summoned a handful of clear spring water and a piece of slightly damp earth, stirring them gently, then grabbed a chunk of soil and began to knead it.
Nuwa worked the clay in her hands, and before long she had shaped an oddly formed creature. Then, tentatively, she squeezed out a drop of Heart Blood and dabbed it on the creature, followed by pouring some Nine Heavens Water over it.
A burst of green light dissipated, revealing the creature’s form.
It bore a head like a fierce, sneering camel, a neck like a proud but twisted goose; whiskers like a shrimp, fluttering up and down, ears bulged with a pair of piercing eyes. Its body shone like a fish, illuminating and dazzling, its hands like an eagle’s, swift as lightning and sharp as hooks; legs robust like a tiger’s, capable of drilling through mountains and leaping over streams—a dragon separated its species, bestowing a bizarre form.
This strange creature suddenly opened its eyes and bit down on Nuwa’s little finger. In pain, Nuwa flung her hand violently, sending the creature whirling into the sky, transforming into a stream of light and vanishing into the horizon.
Nuwa glanced at her finger and with a casual wipe, the wound on her little finger disappeared without a trace.
Frowning, she gently opened her lips and exhaled a fragrant breath, lamenting, "Why did this creature I molded turn out so viciously grotesque?"
With a helpless shake of her head, Nuwa grabbed the clay once more, this time molding it in her own image. In short order, a figure of clay, almost identical to Nuwa, appeared vibrantly before her eyes.
Having learned from her previous attempt, Nuwa chose not to use her Heart Blood Essence this time, but instead squeezed out an ordinary drop of blood onto the top of the clay figure’s head, and poured another handful of Nine Heavens Water over it the same way.
The clay fashioned in Nuwa’s likeness suddenly stirred, but its gaze was dull, its expression stiff. Nuwa eyed the clay figure with concern, uncertain of what to do next.
Li Qingming was deeply moved by the sight of Nuwa creating humans from clay. Noticing that the clay figure moved slightly and then stopped, he ventured to suggest, "Master Uncle, why not bestow a breath of your Lifebound True Essence upon her?"
Nuwa looked up at Li Qingming, bewildered. She grabbed another handful of clay, kneaded it slightly, and flicked a few drops of blood towards it, breathing out Primordial Energy and combining it with her Creation Skill. In just a moment, she crafted another clay figure. This time, the figure could not only move but was also flesh and blood.
Delighted at the sight, Nuwa watched for a long time only to see the several clay figures fall silent once again; upon closer inspection, they indeed lacked the spiritual intelligence and thoughts of living beings.
The joy in Nuwa’s eyes immediately dimmed, her brows furrowed in bewilderment, and she couldn’t discern where the issue lay.
Nuwa tried various methods repeatedly, unwilling to give up but to no avail.
Although Li Qingming knew the reason, he felt it inappropriate to tell Nuwa. Seeing her on the verge of tears and nearly frantic, he couldn’t bear it and said, "Master Uncle, perhaps you should consult the Taoist Ancestor Hong Jun."
At his suggestion, a gleam of joy flashed in Nuwa’s eyes. She nodded gently, and together with Li Qingming, they soared beyond the bounds of Chaos to the Zixiao Palace!
