Alright, Elder Sister Houtu, I'll be waiting!

"Sister Houtu is beautiful, and Mother likes her very much. I thought, why not marry Sister so Mother can be happy."

"Mother told me to call Sister Houtu 'Auntie,' and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to marry her as my wife and make Mother happy, which is why I started crying."

"Pfft!"

Nuwa had been worried, but hearing the infant's innocent and tender words, she couldn't help but laugh through her tears. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions, and for a moment, she didn't know whether to be angry or amused. In the end, all she could manage was a scolding tone: "You child!"

Houtu, standing nearby, also blushed, lowering her head. She clasped her fair hands together, feeling incredibly shy. Since her birth, she had only been with her brothers, and no one had ever spoken to her like this, nor would they dare.

To be suddenly addressed by an unborn child, who declared he wanted to marry her, naturally made her flustered.

Shen Hongfei, however, was unconcerned. Since he hadn't been born yet, everyone would just dismiss his words as childish babble. He could speak his mind freely and continued in a cute, innocent tone, "Sister, why aren't you saying anything? Don't you like baby anymore?"

Houtu heard his voice growing more distressed and felt a pang of panic. Fearing he would start crying again, she quickly soothed him, "Baby, you're still little. We'll talk about this after you're born."

"Does that mean, Sister, you agree?"

Houtu was speechless, unsure how to reply.

"Sister."

Just then, Fuxi barged in, a joyful smile on his face, ready to say something. Upon seeing Houtu, he stopped mid-sentence, his expression turning serious as he said, "Ah, it's Fellow Daoist Houtu."

"This humble Daoist has something to discuss with my sister. May I ask Fellow Daoist Houtu to leave for a moment?"

Houtu felt a slight sense of relief at his words. With a faint blush, she cupped her hands towards Nuwa and said, "Since Fellow Daoist Fuxi needs to speak with Sister, this junior sister will take my leave."

"No, Sister Houtu, don't go!"

Before Nuwa could even speak, Shen Hongfei protested, looking displeased at Fuxi. Why should you come here and make my Sister Houtu leave? Don't you have any manners? he thought. He immediately declared, "Uncle, say whatever you need to say. There's nothing that can't be heard!"

Fuxi inwardly cursed, This brat, does he even respect me as his uncle? But with Houtu present, he couldn't lash out, so he could only stand there with a dark expression.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, Houtu quickly stepped forward, bending down to gently speak towards Nuwa's belly, "Be good, little brother, don't make trouble."

"Your uncle must have something important to discuss, that's why. But don't worry, Sister will come back to see you later."

"Be good!"

Shen Hongfei pouted at her words. What important matter could that darn uncle possibly have? But he still said, "Then Sister, you must come back soon. Baby still wants to marry you."

Houtu couldn't help but playfully scoff. This child, before he was even born, already knew about marrying wives. What would he be like in the future? But then she thought, perhaps this child didn't even know what marrying a wife meant, and was simply trying to make his mother happy.

With this thought, Houtu's affection for Shen Hongfei grew, and her heart softened. In a sweet, soft voice, she said, "Alright, Sister Houtu will wait for you."

Houtu stood up, her face still flushed, and cupped her hands in a polite bow to Nuwa before covering her face and leaving.

Nuwa nodded slightly, a hint of apology in her eyes, yet a thought began to form in her heart: Perhaps it could really happen?

Seeing Houtu depart, Shen Hongfei wasn't in a hurry. This matter needed to be handled slowly. He then turned his attention to Fuxi, feeling extremely displeased. "Why are you here?"

"Hey, you little brat, how dare you speak to your uncle like that? Have you no respect or propriety!"

Fuxi's face flashed with anger, and he put on a stern, elder-like demeanor to reprimand him.

"Heh!"

Shen Hongfei let out a disdainful chuckle and said sarcastically, "Speaking of which, this is my mother's cave dwelling. You barged in without so much as a greeting, what kind of conduct is that!"

"You..."

Fuxi's face stiffened. He pointed a trembling finger at Nuwa's belly, so enraged he couldn't speak.

"What about me!"

Seeing the uncle and nephew bickering the moment they met, Nuwa sighed and said, "Baby, stop causing trouble."

"Okay, I'll listen to Mother. This young master won't argue with him!"

Nuwa couldn't help but shake her head, thinking to herself, This child truly never admits defeat. Then, facing Fuxi, she said, "Brother, he's still an unborn baby."

"Hmph!"

Fuxi coldly snorted and then turned to Nuwa, his expression softening into a smile. "Sister, I saw the Twelve-Grade Creation Green Lotus Pond outside. That's our family's treasure, right?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Hongfei inwardly thought, As expected, my uncle still has ulterior motives. He's got his sights set on me. Before Nuwa could reply, he interjected with a mocking tone, "How shameless! What do you mean 'our family's'? This is my home!"

"Hey, you little brat, since when did this place become your home!"

"This Fengqi Mountain is where I was born, so it's my home, my dojo!"

"Those spiritual treasures planted here outside, they are my family's possessions!"

Fuxi's voice suddenly rose in volume. He glanced at Nuwa's belly with a smug look, then said to Nuwa, "Sister, you agree, don't you?"

Hearing Fuxi use his own words against him, Shen Hongfei was furious, cursing inwardly, When did this darn uncle become so shameless?

"Mother, look, Uncle says this isn't my home and he wants to drive us away!"

Shen Hongfei's eyes darted around, and in a naive voice tinged with a hint of crying, he said aggrievedly to Nuwa.

"Waaah..."

"Baby is so pitiful, being kicked out of his home before he's even born. My life is so bitter!"

"Hey, you little brat, when did I ever say I was kicking you out!"

At this moment, the Sanxiao Fairies had placed a plate of spiritual fruits on the table. Nuwa nodded slightly, picked up a fruit, and was about to put it in her mouth.

"Mother, I have better fruit here!"

Shen Hongfei couldn't help but speak up. How could this young master's mother eat such ordinary fruit? With a wave of his little hand, he sent out a Peach Mother Tree fruit.

Nuwa saw the Peach Mother Tree fruit that appeared in her hand, and the faint fragrance entered her nose, invigorating her spirit.

"Baby, where did you get this?"

The Sanxiao Fairies also looked at the peach in surprise. Bi Xiao licked her small lips, thinking to herself, this peach looks delicious.

"Mother, these are all from inside the Ancestral Dragon Pearl."

Shen Hongfei was talking nonsense, then seeing the covetous and cute expressions of Sanxiao, he shook his head and threw out three more fruits, saying, "I bestow these upon you sisters. You will need to serve my mother well in the future."

"Thank you, Young Master!"

The Sanxiao Fairies were overjoyed and quickly thanked him, feeling a deep sense of gratitude towards Shen Hongfei.

Nuwa was also very happy to see her baby gifting such immortal fruit to the three sisters.

"Mother, this is a fruit from the Peach Mother Tree, one of the Ten Great Innate Spiritual Roots. Its seed can be cultivated with Nine Heavens Breathing Soil and watered with Three-Light Divine Water."

"In the future, it will grow into a Peach Tree, and although its effect will not be as good as the fruit from the Mother Tree, it will still be extraordinary!"

Shen Hongfei recalled some legends about this item and couldn't help but say to Nuwa.

Nuwa was also delighted to hear this. If such fruit could be cultivated, it would be excellent, even if it was slightly inferior.

After Shen Hongfei instructed them on a few matters, he also gave away those ten bottles of Hundred Flower Brew, as they were of no use to him anyway, and then continued to immerse himself in cultivation.

The sun passed like a white colt glimpsed through a crack, and a hundred years quickly flew by. At this time, the Primordial Continent began to stir.