He had heard that True Lord Fengxie preferred quiet and lived alone on a peak before accepting disciples.

Bi Xie, who decided to stay away from crowds because maintaining his persona was too difficult, climbed up the stairs using the excuse given by the man, "Yeah, just wandering around. Is there something you need, True Lord Wuzhan?"

Bi, the Conversation Terminator, looked at the man three zhang away with indifference.

The blush on Wu Zhan Zhenjun's face faded slightly. He was not a timid person, but he couldn't help blushing in front of Feng Xie, and even his speech became incoherent. Sometimes he hated himself for this, but he couldn't control himself.

He would be smiling even in his dreams if she just glanced at him.

"No, no...it's nothing," the man murmured, lowering his head. His once-proud expression suddenly turned dejected, and he gripped the hem of his clothes as if he wanted to tear it apart.

Bi Xie sighed inwardly, but his face remained calm. "True Lord Wuzhan, you should go back. True Lord Chengguang will probably be worried if he can't find you later."

"True Lord Fengxie...Does True Lord Fengxie really not want to see me?" The man clenched his fists tightly, biting the corner of his lower lip until it turned bluish-white, his gaze filled with suppressed sorrow as he looked at the stunningly beautiful and aloof woman opposite him.

"If True Lord Wuzhan doesn't blush when he sees Feng Xie in the future, then Feng Xie is willing to be friends with True Lord Wuzhan."

Upon hearing this, the blushing man suddenly froze, then looked away somewhat guiltily. "Wu Zhan, Wu Zhan isn't like that. Wu Zhan only... only becomes like this when he sees True Lord Feng Xie—"

Bi Xie stared at him coldly: "Does True Monarch Wuzhan know why you are like this?"

The man timidly raised his eyes, bit his lip, and stared intently at the woman whose expression remained unchanged.

"Because True Lord Wuzhan likes me," the woman calmly and composedly stated the truth.

Wu Zhanzhenjun's handsome face flushed even more, a ripple of light appeared in his clear, watery eyes, his eyes reddened shyly, his lips parted slightly, and even the roots of his ears turned pink.

Bi Xie tightened his lips, suppressing his softened expression, and continued coldly, "True Lord Wuzhan has chosen the wrong person. I am not suitable for you, and besides, True Lord Wuzhan is not the type that Feng Xie likes."

His flushed face turned deathly pale. Wu Zhan Zhenjun felt as if his heart had been pierced by a cold arrow, both cold and painful. After a moment, he suddenly shouted, "What kind of man does Feng Xie Zhenjun like? Wu Zhan can try to change that. How does Feng Xie Zhenjun know that we are not suitable?"

She seems to have answered this question not long ago. What was her random answer back then? It seemed to fully demonstrate her magnanimous spirit.

Bi Xie remained silent, and for a moment only the lingering echo of Wu Zhan Zhenjun's trembling question remained in the wind.

After a while, Bi Xie turned around leisurely, put his hands behind his back, and said, "I like older women who are aloof and would destroy the whole world for me."

Wu Zhan Zhenjun was stunned, pursing his lips and staring straight at the woman's stubborn and aloof back. For a moment, he felt that Feng Xie Zhenjun was carrying many secrets and stories.

"True Lord Wuzhan should give up his feelings for me as soon as possible. Just considering his age, he doesn't meet the requirements," Bi Xie said coldly before leaving.

The internal control system in his head was screaming wildly: "Waaaah, host, so you like older women? You have some rather unusual tastes! Wait a minute, that's not what you said before. Women really are fickle!"

Bi Xie rolled his eyes, casually broke off a branch, and plucked off the leaves one by one, then chuckled sinisterly, "Little system, you don't understand. You're neither male nor female now, so you don't know the taste of an old man, something young people can't compare to."

Hosting System: "...Waaaaah, host is so dirty-minded!!!"

Bi Xie scoffed coldly: "You're the one who got dirty thoughts, so why blame me?"

Bi Xie found a secluded spot, looked at the vast expanse of light purple flowers in front of him, stretched his arms with a sense of ease, and smiled. "Without the worries of ruining one's image, the world is so beautiful. I've calculated that this is an auspicious day, suitable for sleeping."

"Little system, call me when Wen Zhu and the big boss start fighting, or find a prince to kiss me awake~" Bi Xie lay in the sea of ​​flowers, his hands folded on his lower abdomen, revealing a mysterious smile.

"Hehe," the hosting system chuckled indifferently, its flat, monotone tone piercing Sleeping Beauty's heart. "Friendly reminder to the host: over a decade has passed in this world, but the villain's happiness level is still stuck at 28 points~"

Bi Xie lazily said "Oh," and patted his storage bag. "Don't worry, I've refined over a hundred batches of Longevity Pills. As long as Wen Zhu doesn't die too early and I can change the plot, this world has plenty of time for me to squander."

Hosting system: "..."

No wonder the host seemed like a lazy bum lately.

The scoundrel host quickly drifted off to sleep.

From a distance, the woman lying in the sea of ​​flowers was stunningly beautiful. Her light pink gauze dress perfectly complemented her ethereal beauty. Her long hair cascaded down her back with a single silver ribbon. Her skin was as white as snow, her lips as red as cherries, and her beautiful face exuded a heroic spirit, like a plum blossom blooming in the snow.

The sea of ​​flowers swayed gently, as if shyly embracing a woman.

The hosting system in the middle of the speechless conversation suddenly turned in one direction. There, a man dressed in a blue brocade robe looked sadly at the people in the sea of ​​flowers. He gripped a tree trunk with one hand, his five fingers clenched so tightly that a large piece of bark was torn off.

He used too much force, and blood seeped from his fingertips, staining the bare bark of the tree. But he seemed oblivious, not tending to his wounds, but simply biting his lip as he gazed at the woman sleeping lightly in the sea of ​​flowers.

After a long silence, he lowered his eyes sadly and murmured, "So you really don't remember me? Sister Xiaofeng..."

Bi Xie slept exceptionally well, feeling drowsy and unwilling to wake up. She had set up a barrier around the area, preventing small insects from flying in, and the sunlight in Youle Valley was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

"Holy crap!!!"

Dizzy and confused, Bi Xie's head exploded, his face contorted in pain, and he spat out through gritted teeth, "Damn it! Little system, get the hell out of my head!"

"Waaaaah, host, something terrible has happened! The villain has been drugged and is about to lose her virginity."

Bi Xie blinked, placed his hand on his knee, and asked, "What did you say?"

The hosting system said in one breath, "After entering the secret realm, Wen Zhu kept trying to kill the villain, but he failed every time. Instead, he was completely outmaneuvered by the villain and almost got his belly ripped open by the Nether Tiger that the villain lured him to. Seeing how mighty the villain was and how soundly the host was sleeping, I... took a little nap—"

Bi Xie's face darkened as he listened to the hosting system whisper, "I don't know what happened in the middle. I just woke up and saw that the villain and a female disciple had been drugged by Wen Zhu. Then Wen Zhu dragged the two of them into the cave, and now they're like dry wood meeting a raging fire..."

"What kind of medicine is it?" Bi Xie asked with a grim face as he flew towards the entrance of the secret realm.

"Yes, that's the kind of medicine."