After saying that, he ignored the different gazes of the cultivators behind him, cast a spell, and rode away in the moonlight.
After flying a short distance, the blush on Master Wuzhan's face had not yet faded. He said softly, "I'm sorry to have troubled True Monarch Fengxie."
Bi Xie was joking with the little system, and Wu Zhan Zhenren's voice was too soft for him to hear.
"The villain is the Demon Ancestor, a powerful being in the Integration Stage, yet Cheng Guang Zhenjun said in a very sad and regretful tone: 'He's just an ordinary person.'"
"Hahaha... I was laughing so hard I almost died, but I had to keep it on my face, and it made my chest hurt."
Hosting System: "Hehehehehehehe, host, you should thank me. It was I who told you the villain was a demon, and the spirit-testing disc couldn't detect any spiritual roots, so blah blah blah..."
Bi Xie: "Stop! This villain touched my chest, holy crap, is he...he doesn't want to breastfeed, does he?"
The childcare system says, "The villain is a baby, of course he needs to be fed, but goat's milk or cow's milk is fine too~"
Bi Xie used his divine sense to probe the storage bag and searched around. He found a lot of colorful silk fabrics, small beads, swords and magical artifacts, but no dairy products.
"Little system, the original owner didn't have the habit of carrying milk with him. Can we just let the villain go hungry? Anyway, he's a big villain, he won't die so easily."
The hosting system: "...Host, please use your clever little brain to think of a solution! The villain hasn't awakened his powers yet, he'll die if he doesn't get milk!!!"
Bi Xie's head was throbbing from the noise, so he said dismissively, "Okay, okay, I know. I'll borrow some milk."
Isn't there a five or six-year-old apprentice with black sesame filling next to her?
Bi Xie turned his head and gave Wen Zhu a kind smile: "Zhu'er, do you have any dairy products like cow's milk or goat's milk stored in your storage bag?"
“Master, this is a human without cultivation aptitude. Why don’t you entrust him to a commoner in the mortal world? Are you going to take him back to the Golden Light Sect?” Wen Zhu’s soft, handsome face wrinkled as he stared intently at Bi Xie.
He felt that his master was acting strangely today.
"Why not? If Master can support one of you, he can naturally support a second one. Master has money."
Wen Zhu stared wide-eyed in disbelief and exclaimed, "No way!"
Bi Xie glanced indifferently at the little dumpling who had stood up agitatedly, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Why not?"
"I...I am Master's last disciple. Master said that he would only accept Wen Zhu as his disciple in this lifetime." The little dumpling's almond-shaped eyes were watery as she said aggrievedly, "Besides, Zhu'er doesn't want Master to have any other disciples. Isn't Zhu'er enough for Master?"
Bi Xie, unfazed, rested his chin on his hand, looking down at the crying baby in his arms, and said in a calm tone, "The past is the past, the present is the present. Wouldn't it be better to raise him on Xuanhuo Peak to keep you company?"
Wen Zhu bit her lip tightly. After a long while, seeing that Bi Xie had made up his mind, she could only gently persuade him, "Master, we are different from mortals. If you insist on taking him in, the other disciples of the Golden Light Sect will not only humiliate this infant who has no spiritual root attributes, but also humiliate you, Master."
"Do I look like someone who's easy to humiliate?" Bi Xie lazily raised an eyebrow, the sharp glint in his eyes silencing Wen Zhu instantly.
Neither the master nor the apprentice spoke for a moment, seemingly realizing the tense atmosphere. The baby in Bi Xie's arms also quieted down a bit.
"Um, Feng Xie Zhenjun, I have... I have unicorn spirit milk here, do you need it?" A fair and jade-like hand held a milky white porcelain bottle and handed it to Bi Xie.
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