The handsome young man's long, black hair was unbound, cascading straight down his shoulders, with a few strands falling quietly against his fair and handsome face. He kept his head down, so Bi Xie couldn't see his expression, but decades of close companionship told her—

He was unhappy.

This damn out-of-character setting!

"Hey system, could you make it cheaper? Points are way too expensive!"

The hosting system immediately chimed in with a smile: "No bargaining!"

Bi Xie looked utterly hopeless. Could someone tell her how to maintain her image of loving her gentle and refined eldest disciple while also scheming to win over her youngest disciple who might turn into a villain at any moment?

"Little system, can I split myself into two personalities?"

The hosting system mocked mercilessly: "Wow, host, you have quite the imagination! Don't go through a split personality and become a lunatic!"

Bi Xie scoffed, "Useless at everything, but number one at stabbing people in the back."

"Master really does favor Senior Brother over Wuyou. Is it because Wuyou can't cultivate immortal arts? Senior Brother's magic is so powerful. Master even patted Senior Brother's head, but didn't pat mine..."

"Wuyou is just a mortal with a short lifespan. Does Senior Brother want to compete with me for Master's life even for these few decades?"

"Master wants to talk to Senior Brother, can't Wuyou listen? Is there some secret that Master and Senior Brother are keeping from Wuyou? Is it because Wuyou is not important to Master and Senior Brother? So Master and Senior Brother are avoiding Wuyou?"

The young boy pursed his rosy lips tightly, raised his tearful eyes and stared accusingly at Bi Xie, as if looking at a heartless man who had forgotten his old love after finding a new one, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Bi Xie chuckled inwardly. If she hadn't already known that this little brat was the Demon Ancestor, she almost would have believed it.

Our ancestors were thousands of years old, yet they didn't live long?

He rubbed his forehead, then bent down to look at his little disciple, whose face was streaked with tears. He gently wiped away the tears with his thumb: "Why are you crying again, Wuyou'er? Your eyes are all swollen from crying, and you want your master to blow on them. Be good, don't cry—"

Turning to Wen Zhu, whose face was filled with shock and whose expression was constantly changing, he said, "Zhu'er, go to the treasure pavilion and get a warm robe for your junior brother. Then go to the waterfall and tell your master about what has happened to you over the years."

"Beep, 100 points deducted from host's score."

"Beep, 100 points deducted from host's score."

"Beep, 100 points deducted from host's score."

"Beep, 100 points deducted from host's score."

"Beep, 100 points deducted from host's score."

Bi Xie: "...Damn it, what's going on? System, wake up! Why are you keeping deducting my points, and you still say you have no bugs?!"

"Beep, 100 points deducted from host's score."

"Beep, 100 points deducted from host's score."

After two more beeps, the system finally stopped deducting points, but its tone was smug: "Please don't doubt the system's prestige, host. Wen Zhu is currently in a state of extreme shock and has begun to suspect that the host has been brainwashed and bewitched by the villain. The host's aloof and ethereal persona is crumbling again and again, so the points are naturally dropping rapidly~"

Tired, Bi Xie asked directly, "What's my current negative score?"

"Hehe, not much, just -1100. In the next dimension, your negative points will be converted into the villain's favorability towards you~"

With tears streaming down his face, Bi Xie didn't want to speak or pay any more attention to this damn system.

"Zhu'er, what are you standing there for? I remember I bought a lot of clothes for you before, many of which you have never worn. Go to the Treasure Pavilion and pick out a piece that fits your junior brother."