"Little system, Feng Xie only gave half of his soul to the Ghost Cultivator. How long can I stay in this world? Will my lifespan be halved?"

The hosting system says: "In principle, the host can live until the original owner dies of old age. However, the original owner has half of their lingering wishes in this world, so the host will change the plot and thus change their fate. As for how long you will ultimately live, that depends on the host's abilities~"

After taking a bite of the spiritual fruit, Bi Xie seemed to remember something and excitedly said, "That's right, I know how to refine pills! Isn't one of those Longevity Pills supposed to increase lifespan by a hundred years? If I eat a few more, can I live forever?"

"That's the principle..."

"Hahaha, brilliant!"

Bi Xie laughed loudly and took out a bunch of spirit grapes from his storage bag: "I've decided to go into seclusion to refine pills. Anyway, the villain won't grow up anytime soon, so I need to refine more pills to save my life before he becomes ferocious."

Hosted system: "...A witty remark for you."

Having collected the Longevity Fruit and several spiritual herbs necessary for refining the Longevity Pill, Bi Xie went to Cuiwei Peak to report to the sect leader, Xieyang Zhenjun, that he was about to go into seclusion.

While Xieyang Zhenjun was still regretting that she had refused to become Daoist partners with Wuzhan Zhenren, he learned that she was going into seclusion again and sighed several times: "If you don't like Wuzhan Zhenren, the High Ancestor would not have forced you to become Daoist partners with him. Why go into seclusion and avoid him?"

Bi Xie was speechless for a moment.

Seeing that she remained silent, True Lord Xiyang sighed and asked, "When will you emerge from seclusion?"

Bi Xie paused for a moment, then pondered and estimated a number: "At the very least, three to five years..."

"So long? How many batches of pills are you going to refine? What about your disciple?" Xieyang Zhenjun frowned, glancing at the baby that Bi Xie had tucked into his waistband, his eyes twitching slightly.

"Great Ancestor, I will make arrangements."

"Very well! It's good that you have a plan in mind. I will speak to Master about it."

"Thank you, Great Ancestor," Bi Xie subconsciously tried to smile.

"Beep beep beep, warning! Host, please be mindful of your character design!"

Bi Xie straightened his lips: "Grand Ancestor, Feng Xie takes his leave."

"Go."

Having finally said goodbye to Gaozu, Bi Xie gritted her teeth. She had unknowingly lost 40 points during this period, and together with what she owed before, she had a total of negative 150 points.

"This new system is a total rip-off, can I switch back to the old version?"

"No way, hehe~" the hosting system's gloating voice rang out.

Bi Xie really wants to punch someone!

The Deacon's Hall.

Bi Xiehua received some spiritual herbs from the deacon's hall, which were needed to make pills such as the Qi-stabilizing pill and the Rejuvenating pill.

As soon as I stepped outside, I ran into the beautifully dressed Jian Shui Zhenren.

"True Lord Fengxie, what a coincidence, to run into you here. True Lord Fengxie, what's this... I heard that True Lord Fengxie had a conflict with True Lord Congnian in the council hall not long ago. Are you alright?"

The original owner of Feng Xie didn't have a good impression of this woman who had lived for over 700 years and whose brains seemed to be attached to her chest. Bi Xie wasn't afraid of being out of character and curled his lips, saying, "What else has Master Jian Shui heard?"

"I also heard that True Lord Fengxie has taken on a new little disciple. It was because of your precious disciple that he had a dispute with True Lord Congnian." True Lord Jianshui turned his gaze to the baby tied to his waistband, whose face was buried in Bixie's arms.

The soft silk cloth wrapped around the baby's tender skin, and the baby's face was completely buried in the woman's chest.

Master Jian Shui scoffed lightly: "Is True Lord Feng Xie raising a mistress or a disciple? If True Lord Feng Xie can't manage two disciples, why not send Wen Zhu to my You Shui Peak? I'll discipline him for you."