Journey to the West: Starting by taking Sun Wukong as my disciple!-Chapter 265 Am I Ugly?

Biting her lower lip lightly, Nuwa said coldly, "Just calling me ’Goddess’ will do."

This monkey, always pushing his luck, initially it was disrespectful enough to address her directly without any honorifics.

Never did she expect her momentary leniency to encourage him to even further overstep.

If this monkey wasn’t of such great significance, by now he would have become part of the energy within heaven and earth, does he really think Nuwa, a venerable Saint, is without temper!

Sun Wukong curled his lips, muttering thoughts in his heart.

What’s the big deal? It’s just one word different between ’Goddess’ and ’Master’s Wife’, why so serious?

But seeing Nuwa’s chilling face, he didn’t dare to voice his opinion, ’Goddess’ it shall be!

Seeing Sun Wukong’s cautious demeanor, Nuwa nodded in satisfaction, a bit of anger dissipated within her heart.

This monkey, too mischievous, how dare he misrepresent her, she couldn’t afford to give him a good face!

Slim fingertips gently tapped on the tabletop.

"Alright, I have nothing more I want to know, you can go now," Nuwa swept her brows and spoke indifferently, if she let this monkey linger any longer, she won’t have a good mood for the rest of the day.

Sun Wukong felt a bit awkward, why had she suddenly started to rush him out, did he say something too much just now?

After a careful consideration, Sun Wukong nodded in agreement, perhaps he did go a bit too far, maybe he struck a blow to her confidence, but there’s no helping it, he was simply telling the truth, his master is just that outstanding!

One must strive tirelessly to be worthy of the Master.

Sun Wukong hesitated, yet in the end, he didn’t speak out, it’s better to realize things oneself than to be pointed out by others.

However, since she already made the request, it wouldn’t be right for him to stay any longer, and besides, it suited him well.

Sun Wukong’s eyebrows rose, he was in a hurry to return to the Imperial Kitchen to cook!

With this in mind, Sun Wukong’s face beamed with a smile as he said, "Then, Goddess, your humble Wukong shall take his leave!"

"Mhm," Nuwa waved her hand, dismissively signaling him away.

Sun Wukong turned and left the great hall.

The moment he stepped out of the hall, the atmosphere inside turned bizarre, and Xuan Feng, who had been pretending to be invisible, gave a shiver as if silenced by the cold.

"Goddess, Goddess," Xuan Feng mustered a voice from her throat against her will.

Nuwa’s thoughts stirred, taking out a food box and two jars of Peach Blossom Brew, her rosy lips parted lightly and she asked softly, "What do you think about what that monkey said?"

Hearing this, Xuan Feng shivered even more.

Trembling, she replied, "To—to answer the Goddess, I think that monkey was completely talking nonsense!"

Xuan Feng didn’t have to think about it, the monkey’s words had been too preposterous, if they had been good, the Goddess wouldn’t be in such a mood now.

"Oh?" Nuwa’s eyes swept over lightly, her expression growing colder.

"Talking nonsense? So, when that monkey said I was beautiful, that was a lie as well?"

At these words, Xuan Feng’s hair stood on end, nearly leaping to the ceiling of the hall as she frantically waved her hands, her head shaking a blur.

"Not at all! Goddess, you possess natural beauty and a peerless grace!"

At her words, Nuwa’s eyebrows lifted, her tone carrying a playful edge, "According to you then, everything that monkey said was correct?"

Correct? How could that be?

Xuan Feng’s face grew alarmed, she wasn’t foolish enough not to hear the implication.

"Not entirely! Not all correct."

"Goddess, Goddess..."

Xuan Feng fumbled for words but couldn’t complete her sentence, she was supposed to address the issue of whether Nuwa was worthy of Shopkeeper Chen.

How was she supposed to answer that? Was the Goddess worthy?

She too felt the Goddess was worthy, but to say that aloud, how was that different from seeking death?

To say not worthy? Uh...

Xuan Feng’s already pale complexion lost even more color—such a statement would hasten her death even quicker.

If speaking of the previous one as a likely reincarnation, then this one, without a doubt, would not even get the chance to be reborn!

She did not want to die!

Xuan Feng didn’t know how to respond and his legs weakened, making him kneel and bow his head low, beads of sweat forming on his pale forehead.

Seeing Xuan Feng nearly scared out of his wits, Nuwa let out a light harrumph and retracted her oppressive aura.

"Withdraw," she said.

"Yes!" Xuan Feng, as if pardoned, supported himself to stand up, offered Nuwa a respectful bow, and then took quick steps, as if trying to flee the grand hall.

"Wait."

Xuan Feng’s front foot was already half out the door when Nuwa’s voice resounded beside his ear.

Xuan Feng was startled, sending a shiver through his body, and he stiffly turned around, squeezing out a strained smile on his face: "Goddess, what are your commands?"

"Nothing much." Nuwa’s jade fingers gently tapped, producing a rhythmic and crisp sound, "What do you think about Shopkeeper Chen, compared to what Sun Wukong said?"

Shopkeeper Chen? Xuan Feng was shocked, a sense of imbalance stirred by the monkey’s words within the Goddess, perhaps!

Indeed, Xuan Feng nodded secretly, in the monkey’s mouth, even the Goddess, such an exceptional being, had been belittled to worthless, how could she possibly feel content?

Although Shopkeeper Chen had his grace upon her, faced with such an urgent situation, she had no choice but to apologize.

Clenching her teeth, Xuan Feng steeled her heart, ready to speak, but before she could make a sound, Nuwa’s voice was heard again within the grand hall.

It was soft, like a whisper, yet it carried an irresistibly commanding tone.

"I want the truth," she said.

Xuan Feng abruptly halted, her prepared response stifled.

The truth...

After a moment of hesitation, Xuan Feng decided to comply, though unsure if the Goddess would explode again, she truly dared not defy the Goddess’s current mood.

"Everything that monkey said regarding Shopkeeper Chen, all of it, is true," she admitted, immediately bowing her head even lower, her lips tightly sealed.

To be fair, Shopkeeper Chen’s appearance was indeed the most perfect she had seen thus far, bar none.

Not to mention his unfathomable cultivation, his cooking skill that seemed magical, and the mysterious Awakening ability.

Xuan Feng closed her eyes, her heart in turmoil, waiting for Nuwa’s judgment, hoping for leniency if the Goddess did decide to punish her, as her answer had been carefully phrased.

What she received was not punishment, though, but...

"Tomorrow, bring me a roasted leg of lamb, four jars of Peach Blossom Brew, and a glass of Flat Peach Soda," Nuwa said.

Upon hearing these words, Xuan Feng’s face showed utter surprise before she realized what had been said, her countenance then beaming with excitement: "Thank you, Goddess!"

That the Goddess changed the topic was a sign she would not pursue the matter further, and moreover, to her delight, the Goddess had asked for only four jars of Peach Blossom Brew for tomorrow—truly an unexpected joy!

She had thought that after the quota was set, the Goddess would claim all five jars every day, but she had left a jar’s share for her!

Coming back to her senses, Xuan Feng cheerfully said, "Thank you, Goddess!"

"You may leave," said Nuwa.

"Yes!"

The grand hall once again became desolate, as Nuwa carefully unpacked the braised pork.

This Shopkeeper Chen, is he really as good as Xuan Feng and that monkey have said?

Her slender fingers delicately lifted the lid, and a rich, savory aroma wafted through the grand hall, erasing Nuwa’s discontent in an instant.

Looking at the braised pork that looked exactly like the one in the cookbook, Nuwa’s mood improved significantly.

Why ponder needless matters? Better to just enjoy the meal!

Following the path he had come, Sun Wukong left the palace of Nuwa unhindered, took to the sky, and slowly flew for a while.

Twisting his head, he saw the grand palace of Nuwa, which was once in clear view, now enveloped in clouds and mist.

Sun Wukong clicked his tongue, marveling at the Formation, which was enshrouded in mystery.