Houtu Gets Drunk and Calls the Expert "Little Brother," Terrifying Nuwa

Houtu steadied herself and giggled, "I'm just worried, what if I can never eat such delicious barbecue again in the future?"

Jiang Ping laughed heartily, "Miss Wu, please don't worry. From now on, just tell me whenever you want to eat, and you can come find me anytime."

Houtu was overjoyed, "Really? Then this will be our promise."

"Indeed, a gentleman's word is his bond!" Jiang Ping said affirmatively.

"Young Master truly lives up to the demeanor of a gentleman!" Nuwa praised with a smile.

Jiang Ping said leisurely, "How can I be a gentleman? I'm just a worldly man, a floating speck of dust in this chaotic world."

"Alas, I almost forgot, barbecue is only perfect with wine. No wonder I felt something was missing."

Ignoring the surprise of the two women, Jiang Ping quickly ran into the room and brought out a jar.

He quickly filled both their cups, "Come, come, have a cup each first and see if you like it. If not, I have fruit juice and tea."

Mentioning fruit juice and tea, Nuwa felt a pang of annoyance and lingering fear. She wanted to drink, but dared not drink too much.

Houtu looked at the sparkling liquid in her cup, her heart filled with joy. She directly tilted her head back and drank it in one gulp.

"Wow, this is so refreshing! Although it has a faint taste of wine, the fruit aroma is rich and it's not harsh at all."

"One sip, and all the greasiness in my mouth is swept away, leaving only the faint fragrance of fruit wine."

"I feel like I can eat ten more skewers of grilled meat!"

Houtu said heartily, patting her chest.

Nuwa watched Houtu's boisterousness and felt a little worried.

Houtu, don't think you can ignore everything just because the Witch Clan has strong bodies.

And never underestimate anything from a powerful being.

Even though this fruit wine is sweet and doesn't have much alcohol, I'm worried you won't be able to handle the after-effects.

I'm almost embarrassed to tell you, but last time I almost lost control just drinking tea.

Houtu held the wine cup in her left hand and the grilled meat in her right.

At this moment, she had completely transformed into a tomboy.

A bite of grilled meat, a gulp of wine, she ate and drank heartily.

Nuwa couldn't help but advise, "Sister, drink slowly, please don't get drunk."

Houtu said dismissively, "Are you kidding, Sister Feng? I can get drunk on this wine?"

Jiang Ping also smiled and said, "Miss Feng, you don't need to worry. I drink this wine often and rarely get drunk."

Nuwa thought to herself, You're a powerful being, it would be strange if you could get drunk.

But Houtu is different. Her Nascent Soul power is already weak; she probably can't handle the effects of this Spiritual Wine.

As expected, Nuwa's worries came true.

Houtu's body slowly began to sway. As she spoke, her eyes were hazy and her small face flushed red.

Slowly, her speech became slurred.

Even more outrageously, with her hands still greasy, she directly hooked her arm around the powerful being's shoulder.

She even started calling him "little brother."

"Little brother, I truly admire you. How are you so amazing? This wine is good, this meat is delicious, and I think you're a good person too. Why don't you come back to the Witch Clan with me, I..."

The more Nuwa listened, the more frightened she became.

Her scalp tingled.

My dear sister, no, my dear ancestor, why do you dare to say anything?

Please, please stop talking. What if you accidentally reveal something? How about you go to the restroom to sober up!

In her panic, Nuwa's thoughts raced to such extremes.

Fortunately, before Houtu could finish her last sentence, she suddenly slumped down with a thud.

Jiang Ping was startled, "What's wrong with Miss Wu?"

Nuwa said irritably, "Young Master, don't mind her. She's greedy for food and drink, and wouldn't listen when advised. Now she's drunk and embarrassed."

Jiang Ping gave a helpless wry smile. This Miss Wu was truly a character.

After spending some time together, her straightforward personality made her easy to get along with.

Are all the girls in the Primordial Era this kind? It's quite amusing.

Thinking to himself, Jiang Ping walked into the room, took out a blanket, and gently covered Houtu.

"It might get a bit cold tonight. Heh heh, Miss Feng, now it's just the two of us again. Earlier, I noticed you didn't eat much. Now that Miss Wu is gone, it feels a bit lonely."

Nuwa watched Jiang Ping's gentle movements and felt an inexplicable touch in her heart.

A powerful being is truly considerate.

I've always heard that the Great Dao is heartless, and that below the Saints, all are but straw dogs.

Which enlightened being isn't cold and heartless, looking down upon the world with disdain?

Only a true master, who benefits all under heaven, bestows opportunities and Creation, helping all living beings find their destined Great Dao.

This spirit and demeanor are not just worthy of admiration, but deeply inspiring!

"Miss Feng, eat more. There are no outsiders here anyway," Jiang Ping said with a smile, handing her a skewer of roasted meat.

Suddenly, two piteous cries of "Meow!" and "Woof!" rang out!

They sounded incredibly mournful.

Nuwa chuckled, and Jiang Ping was speechless.

"You two idiots really know how to seize an opportunity."

"Eat up. I'll let you eat your fill."

Jiang Ping helplessly tossed seven or eight skewers of roasted meat.

Da Huang and Xiao Bai scrambled to snatch them up before hiding away to devour them.

Jiang Ping took a sip of Fruit Wine and said leisurely, "Barbecues... eating alone is loneliness, eating with someone is a mood, and eating with a group is a celebration."

"And yet, a celebration can be a person's loneliness, and loneliness can be a person's celebration."

Nuwa gazed intently at Jiang Ping. His words deeply touched her heart.

Perhaps a master's eminence comes with the chill of solitude.

What profound realm could lead to such meaningful words?

To have such insights that resonate with others, yet are entirely novel experiences.

Indeed, at a master's level, who or what could possibly be worthy of entering his world?

Perhaps the master, weary of eternal loneliness and emptiness, chose to live in seclusion here, disguised as an ordinary being.

Perhaps the master is nearing the end of his journey on the Great Dao.

This life is probably the master's only source of joy now.

Tedious, yet fulfilling!

Nuwa secretly made a vow. Her own realm is low. Though she cannot repay the many gifts of Creation and opportunity the master has given her, she must do her utmost to protect this life he now leads.

After eating their fill, the two chatted casually.

Then, an awkward silence fell between them.

Jiang Ping thought, I can't just leave Miss Feng hanging like this. I need to find something to talk about.

"Miss Feng, why don't you come inside with me? I have many books and other trinkets. Perhaps you'll find something that interests you."

Nuwa's body trembled, her heart filled with immense joy.

The master truly has an ancient and benevolent heart. He welcomed us with delicious food and drink, and now he offers his own treasures. The more kindness he shows, the more ashamed I feel.

Alas, I truly don't know how I can ever repay the master.

Nuwa felt extremely flustered and uneasy. Every time she visited, the master bestowed so many opportunities and benefits upon her, yet she could do nothing for him.

This is truly difficult. I'm almost too embarrassed to visit again.

However, if I refuse the master's warm invitation, I would seem ungrateful.