"Holy crap, Wen Zhu isn't really dead, is she? What about her points?" Bi Xie looked sadly at the cold pool below the waterfall.

This distraught look intensified the murderous intent in Wuyou's eyes. Her fair, jade-like fingertips traced across Bixie's face before finally covering her eyes. The young man squinted and murmured, "If Master looks at someone else again, I'll gouge out Master's eyes."

Bi Xie jolted awake, quickly averting his gaze. He chuckled sheepishly as he pressed the boy's hand away from his eyes, carefully saying, "Good Wuyou'er, stop fooling around. Your master only spoils you, only you, okay? Let go of me, I'll go check on Hei... your senior brother..."

As Wuyou watched the woman's cherry lips move as she carefully tried to please him, his gloomy expression lessened somewhat. However, he did not rush to let go of her. His free hand slowly moved and finally touched the woman's cherry lips.

Bi Xie felt a soft touch on his lips, and instinctively widened his eyes. After a moment of stunned silence, he began to struggle.

Her slight struggle only aroused the boy's interest. He gently caressed her cherry lips with his fingertip, his shimmering peach blossom eyes as dark as the sea in the night. "Master, your lips are so soft. Let Wuyou taste them, and Wuyou will let go of you."

Bi Xie's face flushed red, his spiritual energy surged, and several dark green beads the size of longan appeared at his fingertips.

The dark green bead fell to the ground and suddenly grew into several thick vines at an extremely fast speed, winding up Wuyou's ankles.

Wuyou's expression changed slightly as she watched Bixie's antics with a smile. "Master, it turns out you not only practice fire magic but also wood magic. These vines are hurting me so much. I'm afraid Master will have to blow on my whole body this time."

"Shameless!" Bi Xie cursed under his breath, his face turning even redder.

She was genuinely angry and warned, "Wuyou'er, if you want to stay by your master's side, don't move!"

The boy, who was about to break free from the dark green vines, suddenly stopped moving. He stared at Bi Xie with a half-smile, and after a long while, as if he had gotten tired of playing, he lazily said, "Senior brother is not dead, Master, please don't be angry. Senior brother was the one who scolded me first. Wuyou gave senior brother a little lesson. Master won't blame me, will he?"

His charming and amorous peach blossom eyes suddenly became soft and weak, losing all their malice.

Bi Xie chuckled inwardly, made a hand seal, and the dark green vines instantly vanished from their spot.

She had just turned around when someone grabbed her sleeve again.

"Master, are you angry with Wuyou?" The young man looked at her with some hurt, as if she was doing something heinous by being angry with him. The light in his peach blossom eyes was so fragile that it was hard to say a harsh word to him.

Bi Xie was already used to his arrogant act followed by a pitiful act, and snorted inwardly: "Keep pretending, I don't believe you anyway."

"Master, my senior brother said I'm connected to demonic cultivators. I also often feel a sudden surge of power within me. Could it be that I'm really connected to demonic cultivators? If so... if I am a demonic cultivator, Master... will you kill me?"

Bi Xie thought to himself, "Don't you have any self-awareness about whether you're a demonic cultivator or not?"

"Would Master kill Wuyou to uphold justice and protect the people?" The young man looked up at her, as if he wouldn't give up until he got an answer.

Bi Xie pursed his lips, looked down at the hand that was gripping her sleeve, and said in a long voice, "Wuyou'er, remember, you are my disciple, Fengxie Zhenjun. If one day you bring disaster to the world, then your master will bear the infamy for you. Others' words are just fleeting clouds. If your master says you are not a demon, then you are not a demon."