Whose shiny head is this?

Nuwa laughed heartily, "Wu Hou? That sounds like 'immaculate,' hehe, but it's alright."

"There's nothing else to worry about. If you encounter any difficulties, just stay silent, and I'll smooth things over for you."

"Hehe, then I thank you in advance."

The two women chatted and laughed all the way, finally arriving at the small courtyard.

Knock, knock, knock!

Upon hearing the knock, Jiang Ping's face lit up with joy.

Could it be Miss Feng is back?

"Da Huang, go open the door quickly, ah, forget it, I'll do it myself."

Jiang Ping strode forward and opened the door.

His brow twitched; it was indeed Miss Feng.

Huh? Didn't she say she'd bring a few friends to help me fix the house?

Why is there another girl?

Jiang Ping coughed lightly, "Two young ladies, please come in quickly."

"Hey, brat, where's your master?" Houtu said, peering around the courtyard.

"Master? Brat?" Jiang Ping's mouth fell open, his face filled with astonishment.

After a brief scan, Houtu found only a few chicks, a dog, and a cat in the yard, with no other living beings. She felt slightly relieved.

Nuwa's heart fluttered with panic upon hearing this, her pretty face changing slightly.

She had repeatedly warned Houtu not to be so careless.

Upon entering, she immediately called the expert a brat.

Alas, this is my fault too. I forgot to tell her the expert's characteristics. Houtu must have mistaken him for someone else.

"Why aren't you answering me? Are you mute, child?" Houtu stared at Jiang Ping with wide eyes.

Nuwa's scalp tingled. My dear sister, are you used to being so overbearing in the Witch Clan?

Even if you've mistaken him, aren't you worried the expert is secretly observing your every word and action?

Besides, I already told you the expert is an ordinary being. Do I have to spell out his age and appearance?

Are the heads of your Witch Clan made of stone? This is infuriating!

Jiang Ping took a deep breath. Where did this wild girl come from? She's so rude.

"There's no child or brat here, and I don't have a master. This small courtyard is my residence! Young lady, who are you?"

Houtu stood frozen on the spot, her heart pounding wildly, and she felt immensely ashamed.

So, the young man before me is the so-called expert that Nuwa mentioned.

He looks so young. Could it be that an old monster is deliberately pretending to be young?

Houtu scrutinized him again. No, he's just an ordinary being. His spiritual roots only show about ten years of cultivation. This can't be faked; it's impossible to hide from my eyes.

Houtu quickly sought help, looking at Nuwa with a wronged expression.

Nuwa smiled charmingly and said apologetically, "Young Master, I'm truly sorry. This is Miss Wu Hou. She's my friend, but her parents died when she was young, and no one raised her. Therefore, she might be a bit ignorant of social graces. I hope you don't mind."

Jiang Ping nodded slightly, feeling much relieved.

So that's why. This girl is an orphan.

How pitiful. Given the circumstances, I won't hold her previous rudeness against her.

"Miss Feng, Miss Wu, please come in and sit with me." Jiang Ping invited them warmly.

Nuwa walked in leisurely, while Houtu looked around curiously.

At this moment, Nuwa was also astonished. The entire courtyard had been completely renovated.

It had returned to its former appearance. She hadn't been gone for long, and when she left, it was a complete mess.

The expert's divine abilities are truly incredible.

Arriving at the pavilion in the courtyard, Jiang Ping chuckled, "Two young ladies, please enjoy."

Houtu looked at the colorful fruit platter on the stone table, her beautiful eyes widening in surprise and delight.

It looks so beautiful, and it seems delicious.

"Then I won't be polite." Houtu said, eagerly beginning to taste the fruits.

Nuwa, however, smiled faintly, "Young Master, I won't be eating."

Although she refused verbally, she was filled with regret inwardly. These fruits, these spiritual roots, were not only beautiful but also possessed miraculous effects.

If she hadn't drunk that so-called fruit juice and tea from the expert earlier, her body wouldn't have been able to contain any more. Otherwise, she would have insisted on eating more.

Such a great opportunity was right before her, yet she was powerless to take advantage of it.

I never imagined there would be a day like this, where vast amounts of Creation were within reach, yet I had nowhere to put them.

What a shame, such a shame!

"Heh, Miss Feng and I are acquaintances, so I won't try to persuade you. By the way, didn't you say you'd invite a few friends to help me fix my house?"

Nuwa said with a smile, "Young Master, please don't rush. This lady is the helper I invited first."

"Her? Can she?"

Jiang Ping eyed Houtu, who was wolfing down food beside him with no regard for manners, with suspicion.

Houtu pouted and mumbled, "Young Master, don't judge a book by its cover. I may not be good at other things, but I'm very strong."

Nuwa quickly added, "Yes, Young Master, Miss Wu is very strong. And even if she can't do it, she has many brothers. It's just that they're all busy right now, so I brought Miss Wu to see you first."

"If any tools or materials are needed, we can notify her brothers to bring them over in time."

Jiang Ping suddenly understood, "Oh, so that's how it is. Then I can rest assured."

"Right, let's not talk about these things for now. We'll talk after Miss Wu has eaten her fill."

Nuwa looked at Houtu, who was eating greedily, and felt extremely awkward.

Did I eat like this when I first came here?

This is so embarrassing. Thankfully, the expert doesn't mind.

The thought of herself eating so ravenously made Nuwa's face flush with shame, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

She quietly tugged at Houtu's sleeve.

Houtu quickly pulled away and mumbled, "Nu... Sister Feng, why are you pulling me?"

Nuwa gave an awkward smile, "It's nothing. Eat slowly, don't choke."

Houtu shook her head vigorously, "How could I? Sister, Young Master, won't you try some?"

"It's really delicious! I've never eaten anything so good. It seems I came to the right place this time."

Nuwa felt a bit anxious. Houtu, if you keep eating so carelessly, I'm really worried about how you'll suppress it later.

Don't you feel how powerful the effects of these Spiritual Roots are?

An ordinary Quasi-Saint couldn't handle a few bites, but look at you, you've already eaten nearly two or three plates.

"Houtu, why don't you take a break before eating more?" Nuwa couldn't help but urge her again.

Houtu waved her hand, "No, I'll talk after I've eaten my fill. It's truly wonderful. I feel like I can't stop."

Jiang Ping was relieved. He said earnestly, "Miss Feng, it's alright. These fruits were prepared for you to eat anyway. It's fine if you eat them all. After all, Miss Wu hasn't had an easy time, and it's rare for her to enjoy something so much."

"Miss Wu, there's no rush. We'll wait for you. Eat slowly."

Houtu was extremely grateful, "The Young Master is so generous. Unlike Sister Feng, thank goodness the food isn't yours."