“Great Ancestor, how can you say such a thing…”, Wu Zhan Zhenren’s lips were pressed tightly together, his handsome face was as if he had applied rouge, “Wu Zhan is not a horse, and has never blamed Feng Xie Zhenjun. If Feng Xie changes his mind, Wu Zhan is still willing to become a Daoist partner with… Feng Xie Zhenjun.”

"Zhan'er, you've really angered me to death!" Cheng Guang Zhenjun's face was burning with pain, but it was Wu Zhan Zhenjun who had slapped him so hard that he couldn't get the breath out, and the veins on his forehead were bulging with anger.

"Cheng Guang Zhenjun, please calm down. We shouldn't interfere in matters between juniors," Xie Yang Zhenjun said with an awkward smile, trying to smooth things over.

Cheng Guang Zhenjun, however, was unmoved and glared at Bi Xie, saying, "Since Feng Xie Zhenjun doesn't think much of my Zhan'er, then don't bother me anymore!"

At this point, the more you try to explain, the more obvious it becomes.

Bi Xie suppressed the urge to twitch his lips and let Cheng Guang Zhenjun vent his anger before leading his two disciples toward the long table not far away.

Wuyou glanced back thoughtfully at the flushed-faced Wuzhan Zhenjun, a half-smile playing on her lips. "Master, Wuzhan Zhenjun is truly devoted to you. Even after we've gone far away, he's still gazing at you longingly. Will you reconsider becoming Daoist partners with Wuzhan Zhenjun in the future?"

Wen Zhu frowned slightly, silently watching Bi Xie, seemingly also curious about this question.

Bi Xie kept his eyes straight ahead and said calmly, "No, True Monarch Wuzhan is not Master's type."

"What kind of man does Master like?" Wuyou's eyes flickered slightly.

Immediately, an image of a man with blood-red eyes and black hair appeared in Bi Xie's mind. He would lean softly against her and murmur, sit on the black coffin in a daze and helplessness, and take lives without blinking. His eyes were lonely and cold, turning into a magnificent blood red when he was angry and bloodthirsty, and turning into a bright silver like moonlight when he was obedient and quiet.

Seeing that Bi Xie remained silent for a long time, Wen Zhu and Wu You stared at her.

"Master, what are you thinking about?" The boy's captivating peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, his voice sinister. "Does Master already have someone he likes?"

Bi Xie snapped out of his daze, met Wu You's dark and mysterious eyes, paused for a moment, and then smiled, "Of course Master has people he likes. Master likes you and Zhu'er, and also likes True Lord Xieyang, and, well, True Lord Chengguang. Master thinks he's quite cute."

The boy's gaze deepened, and his casual tone turned colder, "Master likes quite a few people; he's quite philanthropic."

Bi Xie chuckled and muttered to himself: You're pretty deserving of a beating too.

"Beep, host out of character, 10 points deducted." The hosting system's voice was unremarkable; deducting points was something it had become as routine as eating a meal.

Bi Xie sat down on a yellow futon with a blank expression. To others, she appeared inscrutable, but in reality, she was frantically calculating her points.

Damn it, I can't stay in this world for long. The 250 points I earned from fulfilling the original owner's wish aren't even enough for two out-of-character moments!

At the end of Hai hour, the secret realm opened precisely on time. The void seemed to be torn apart by a blade of light, creating a circular opening. The edges of the opening emitted a dazzling white light, while the center was a dark and boundless abyss.

Disciples from the four major immortal sects jumped into the cave one after another, and were sucked in in the blink of an eye.

"Master, don't worry, I will take good care of my senior brother," the boy stared straight at Bi Xie, his dazzling smile appearing particularly arrogant to Wen Zhu.

He frowned and looked at Bi Xie, his almond eyes deep and unfathomable, and said respectfully, "Master, Wen Zhu will also take good care of Junior Brother, please do not worry."

Bi Xie frowned slightly, offered a few words of feigned concern and advice, and finally saw the two big bad wolves off.

All the cultivators who were going to enter the Youle Valley Secret Realm for the trial entered the light screen one after another, and the remaining cultivators gathered behind the long table to enjoy spirit wine and chat.

Bi Xie didn't move. He watched the light screen slowly dim and was a little excited. He said to the hosting system, "Quickly, keep an eye on them. When they start fighting, remember to give me a live broadcast."

Hosting System: "...Host, what are you going to do?"

Bi Xie chuckled mysteriously twice: "As the ancients said, 'When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits.' They are the snipe and the clam, and I am the fisherman. After they tear each other apart, I will comfort the big boss and then secretly comfort Wen Zhu. They will definitely have a much better impression of me and be extremely grateful. Tsk, perfect!"

Hosting system: "Ha, what a scumbag woman."

"What's wrong with a heartless woman? She's carefree and doesn't have to work hard," Bi Xie said smugly, raising his eyebrows as he turned his back to the cultivators and took out a spirit pear to eat.

"I am utterly impressed by your shamelessness, host. No wonder the mission takers chosen by the Ghost Cultivator couldn't even get through the first world, while you've overcome all obstacles and made it to the third world—"

The hosting system sighed deeply, "Once I confirm my gender, I'll also become a scumbag man and a scumbag woman."

Bi Xie almost choked on the juice of the spirit pear, coughing a few times before saying, "How many mission takers like me did the Ghost Cultivator find before?"

"There are too many to remember, but they are probably... about the same as the stars in the sky."

Bi Xie: "...I suspect you're joking. Do you even know how many stars there are in the sky?"

Annoyed by Bi Xie's questioning attitude, the hosting system said in a serious tone, "I never joke. There are about 7,000 stars in the sky."

"Pfft—"

Bi Xie spat out some of the pear flesh he was holding, coughed a few times, and whispered, "After searching for so many mission takers, do you dare to ask how old the Ghost Cultivator is?"

"Hmph, you wicked host, you're trying to trick me into talking. I'm not playing with you anymore," the awesome system snapped off its connection with Bi Xie.

Bi Xie's lips twitched slightly, and he hurriedly said, "Hey, remember to keep an eye on Wuyou and Wenzhu for me—"

The hosting system didn't respond, but Bi Xie knew its nature. It was fine with gentle candles, but it would never hesitate when it came to anything related to the big boss.

Bi Xie, who needed to maintain his public image, decided to avoid the crowds and find a place to enjoy the scenery and take a nap while the big boss and Wen Zhu were away. He also picked up a spirit water pear and was just about to take a stroll around Youle Valley when a shy and reserved male voice suddenly came from behind him.

"True Lord Feng Xie..."

Bi Xie tensed up, having already guessed who was speaking from the slightly trembling voice.

She pretended not to hear and continued walking forward.

The voice became anxious, trembling even more violently: "True Lord Fengxie, Fengxie... True Lord Fengxie..."

Bi Xie could no longer pretend to be deaf. He turned around calmly and looked at the handsome man with a flushed face. "Is there something you need, True Lord Wuzhan?"

When Wu Zhan Zhenjun met those clear and bright eyes, his handsome face became even more radiant. He nervously fidgeted with the pad of his index finger inside his sleeve and asked timidly in a low voice, "Why doesn't Feng Xie Zhenjun sit over there? Is it because there are too many people?"