Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 264 Shut Up, Don’t Call Me Master’s Wife
"Shut up!" Nuwa suddenly spoke, her voice icy and oppressive.
But if one was careful enough, one could detect the urgency and the slight tremble in her repressed tone.
Sun Wukong cautiously withdrew his hand and lowered his head, obediently closing his mouth, as he had said all there was to say, stealing careful glances at Nuwa.
In his heart, he couldn’t help but feel puzzled. Why did this goddess seem a bit unhappy?
Sun Wukong’s brow furrowed. Could it be because she felt unworthy of her master and was too heartbroken by her own shame?
Yes, Sun Wukong nodded to himself in confirmation. It must be so!
Alas!
He sighed softly in his heart, understanding this feeling all too well.
As the master’s disciple, and the lead one at that.
The pressure he felt was imaginable; he had to diligently practice his culinary skills so as not to embarrass his master and manage his behavior as a role model for his junior sister and possibly future junior brothers and sisters.
Secondary to that, the most important thing was that he felt unworthy. If it wasn’t for a fluke, what right did he have to be accepted as a disciple by his master?
Therefore, he practiced his culinary arts so assiduously not only out of love for the skill but also because he wanted to truly deserve the title of a good disciple in his own heart!
Sun Wukong helplessly shook his head. Such feelings of inferiority could only be changed slowly and were not easily erased by a few words from others.
After all, it was about becoming a mistress. It was normal to feel inferior.
Currently, Sun Wukong was most satisfied with his conduct; his ability to talk his way out of his master’s punishment over the years was indeed thanks to his crafty mouth!
At this thought, the corners of Sun Wukong’s mouth turned up unconsciously. Over the years, his speech had become quite unique.
But to sum it up, it came down to three words: Praise the master!
No matter what, as long as he elevated his master, he was sure to be right!
On the one hand, Sun Wukong thought he had understood Nuwa’s heart; on the other, Nuwa wished she could slap him to death.
Nuwa bit her lower lip, her hands clenched tightly. Even with the composure of a Saint, she struggled to remain calm; that monkey’s sweet words were like honey, and she wondered how he learned to talk like that.
Nuwa had already filtered out the praise directed at herself from Sun Wukong’s words, and after filtering, the general meaning that remained seemed to be: Perhaps you might have a chance if you were to dress up.
A flash of murderous intent suddenly appeared in Nuwa’s beautiful eyes, but she forcefully suppressed it.
This was her Heaven-Mending Stone, the protagonist of the great calamity of the Journey to the West, and Shopkeeper Chen’s disciple.
Setting aside the profound fate connected with the Heaven-Mending Stone and the importance of the calamity’s protagonist, her awakening of divine skills was indebted to Shopkeeper Chen’s favor. Emotionally and rationally, she couldn’t kill this monkey.
Patting her chest lightly, Nuwa exhaled the frustration in her heart, hoping to feel a little better.
Because Nuwa knew she was no longer calm; the monkey’s words were no longer mere disrespect, they were outright mockery!
Nuwa, herself, had no need for such mundane cosmetics to adorn herself, nor would she stoop to do so; her beauty was unquestionable!
In matters of worthiness, it should be others weighing their own merits to see if they were worthy of her.
Nuwa slightly raised her graceful, swan-like neck, her eyes harboring a trace of pride. Even if Shopkeeper Chen was as perfect as Sun Wukong had described, what of it?
She would not be inferior to anyone, and moreover, she did not yearn for it!
Furthermore, the great way is dispassionate. As a Saint, how could she be bound by love?
In her heart, elevating herself while belittling others, Nuwa felt her mood lighten considerably, the flush of irritation fading, her complexion returning to normal.
Nuwa’s lips parted lightly: "This, I cannot agree to."
Nuwa refused without hesitation. She feared that if she continued to talk, she might indeed lose control and slap the monkey to death.
"Let’s talk about the next thing," Nuwa’s voice carried an implicit threat. If Sun Wukong dared to make such a request again, she would make him start all over!
Sun Wukong scratched his head, a bit baffled. Why had she not agreed?
But seeing Nuwa’s aloof and unwilling-to-speak-again expression, Sun Wukong had somewhat of an epiphany.
It must be because his matchmaking was too hasty, not giving enough time to prepare. Girls might be a bit shy, after all.
Understandable, Sun Wukong nodded, believing he understood perfectly well. The goodness of his master would become evident the day she visited the Chaos Residence!
Stroking his chin, Sun Wukong pondered for a moment and said, "Then just give whatever you see fit."
He didn’t care about good or bad benefits. Besides this, there was nothing else he wanted.
"Alright," Nuwa nodded slightly, agreeing without hesitation and breathing a sigh of relief in her heart.
Since she promised a reward, she would definitely not go back on her word.
However, making her own choice was always better than others making rash suggestions. She truly feared Sun Wukong might say something shocking again.
After musing for a moment, Nuwa spoke, "Then I grant you the Power of the Saint, which can withstand a blow from a Saint." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
She feared that if she encountered this monkey in the future and he made offensive remarks, she might not restrain herself and smack him to death with one slap.
After all, this monkey’s mouth was as sweet as honey, too much of a possibility.
Better to leave a buffer of one hit’s power.
"Good," Sun Wukong was blissfully unaware of Nuwa’s intention, nodding and happily agreeing. Whatever it was, he didn’t care.
Nuwa flicked her finger, and a streak of light whooshed into Sun Wukong’s body and then disappeared in an instant.
Sun Wukong couldn’t detect anything at all, waving his arms around and moving his body.
He didn’t notice any discomfort, as if the streak of light had never existed, marveling inwardly.
"This Power of the Saint will protect you when you face a fatal threat from another Saint, blocking one hit," Nuwa explained calmly.
"What about those below the level of Saint?" Sun Wukong blurted out.
He remembered what his master had said. With his current cultivation, there seemed to be a gap that included the Daluo Golden Immortal and the Quasi-Saint between him and a Saint. What would happen if one of those hit him?
Hearing Sun Wukong’s question, Nuwa said matter-of-factly, "It won’t trigger then."
This Power of the Saint was prepared for her own use. If any Tom, Dick, or Harry could trigger it, what would she do when her turn came?
After all, Sun Wukong’s status was special, and even though she was a Saint, it wasn’t quite appropriate to deal with this monkey harshly.
It wasn’t out of fear but avoidance of hassle. Granting him a Defensive Skill, she could worry less.
Kind of useless, aren’t there only a few Saints in this world anyway?
How could he just happen to encounter one who wanted to hit him?
Sun Wukong silently complained internally, but he didn’t dare to voice his thoughts. Given they were unrelated, it was quite nice to receive anything at all.
He bowed respectfully towards Nuwa, "Thank you, Quasi-Mother-in-Law, for the gift!"
Although he thought there was a great chance for this lady to be the one, he decided to be cautious as the words reached his lips.
Nuwa: "..."
Suddenly, she felt an urge to use that Power of the Saint right away.
Suppressing the irritation in her heart, Nuwa slowly retracted her hand, which had been spread open like a palm.
"Don’t call me Mother-in-Law!" Nuwa said, her voice now carrying a suppressed tone.
"Then what should I call you?" Sun Wukong spread his hands, somewhat helplessly. "I can’t just keep calling you ’you’ all the time, can I?"
That would be too impolite!
