Good heavens, the ancestor has gone to confess his love again!

"That's good, that's good!"

Upon hearing that it was an elderly man, Bai Zhixi was completely relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

Xuexin is an extreme beauty enthusiast with very high standards. Ordinary handsome men don't catch her eye, let alone an old man with white hair. She would never be moved by him. It seems that she was overthinking it.

Setting aside her worries about her youngest daughter, Bai Zhixi turned her gaze back to Bai Suxin in front of her, her expression softening as she cautiously began to persuade her:

"Suxin, what are your thoughts on your engagement with Prince Xiao Bufan? You are too aloof and cold. Why not try to let go of your distance and spend more time with Xiao Bufan?"

Bai Suxin, standing in front, remained upright and aloof, her cold aura lingering. She seemed oblivious to the words behind her, neither turning around to respond nor showing any change in expression, remaining indifferent as ever.

"Sigh~~"

Looking at her eldest daughter's appearance, Bai Zhixi sighed deeply.

-

at this time.

Xu Pingsheng, standing in the crowd, did not hesitate to use the Beauty Detection tool on Bai Suxin first.

The next second, a clear system panel instantly appeared before his eyes:

Name: Bai Suxin

[Appearance: 100/10]

[Body Shape: 96 points]

[Special: 99 points]

[Appearance Assessment: Her beauty is unparalleled, surpassing all others in the heavens. Every smile and frown can captivate the mortal world. All other beauties in the world pale in comparison. She is the ultimate beauty in the mortal realm, capable of making countless geniuses willing to sacrifice their cultivation and their remaining lives for just one glance.]

Holy crap!!

Xu Pingsheng couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

Just as he predicted!

100/100 in looks!

Moreover, this is most likely the system's limit, not Bai Suxin's limit!

While marveling at the words, Xu Pingsheng suddenly frowned, remembering what Bai Xuexin had once told him.

The stunning beauty before me, with her ethereal grace, aloof purity, and seemingly untouched by worldly concerns, actually cultivates the Supreme Forgetfulness Heart Sutra.

What a waste!

Bai Xuexin had specifically asked him to become Bai Suxin's lover, to break her Supreme Dao Foundation of Forgetfulness, and to sever her path of ruthless cultivation.

Xu Pingsheng had absolutely no interest in this.

Bai Suxin is a woman who is born pure and aloof, with an extremely noble and solitary nature, like the cold moon in the heavens, unattainable and only to be admired.

Even if she had to seek opportunities to fall in love in order to perfect her cultivation technique, deep down she must have been obsessed with pure love and adhered to the most extreme bottom line.

For a woman like this, let alone physical intimacy or touching, even the slightest transgressive thought would be considered a desecration.

I couldn't go up to her, I couldn't touch her; I could only watch helplessly the whole time.

Most importantly, those who cultivate the Supreme Way of Forgetting Emotions have an extremely cold and ruthless mind. They are ready to kill their husbands at any time to prove their Dao, sever their emotional ties, and enter the next stage of cultivation!

It's all so thankless work, and you have to risk your life all the time. What's the point?

Even if Bai Xuexin hadn't given him any benefits beforehand, even if she had dragged Bai Zhixi along to look at the luminous pearl in bed with him in the middle of the night...

uh~~

This is something I really need to think about.

After all, we'll be family then, so we should help each other out if we can.

He is a man of great loyalty and righteousness!

With this thought in mind, a reward he had almost forgotten suddenly flashed through his mind—Bai Suxin's Private Diary.

He wasn't the kind of lewd person who secretly pries into girls' privacy; he simply believed that knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory.

By understanding Bai Suxin's background and thoughts more thoroughly, it will be easier to take advantage of her in the future and make a profit without any risk.

and.

Who keeps a diary if they're a decent person?

Since I've written it, it's meant for others to see!

The next instant, a soft light rippled in his mind, and a beautifully bound pink diary, shimmering with a faint glow, slowly floated up and unfolded.

Xu Pingsheng calmed himself down and bent down to examine the text with great interest. Lines of delicate and childlike handwriting came into view.

[Date: XX/XX/XX, Spring, Sunny.]

My father took me flying on his sword among the clouds, and my mother accompanied me as I picked flowers and flew kites in the courtyard. I was so happy.

My mother said I am the most precious little baby in the Lingxiao Holy Land.

Looking at the garden full of flowers, I only wish that my family will always be with me, and that I will be safe and sound year after year.

[Year XX, Autumn, Warm.]

A new little life has joined our family. My mother gave birth to my little sister. She is tiny and soft, with sweet eyes and brows. She held my fingers tightly and wouldn't let go. She was so cute that it melted my heart.

I am the older sister. From now on, I will protect my younger sister, ensure her a carefree life, and never let her suffer any injustice. I will be her most reliable support for life.

[Year XX, Spring, Cloudy.]

..........

The early handwriting was light and lively, with rounded strokes. Every word and sentence contained the purity, softness and expectation of a child, full of the gentle warmth of everyday life.

Hundreds of pages can be flipped through quickly, and the handwriting on the diary suddenly changes.

The ink suddenly became heavy and sharp, the strokes stiff and twisted, the force so strong it almost pierced the paper.

There was no trace of childlike innocence or warmth left between the lines; only a chilling coldness, oppression, and anxiety remained.

[Date: Winter, overcast.]

I don't know when it started, but my father became very busy. He no longer accompanied me on my sword flight, no longer smiled at me, and spent his days in seclusion cultivating or handling affairs of the holy land. His figure became increasingly distant.

But what I fear most is never his busy schedule.

It was the way he looked at me.

That was no longer the tender, doting gaze a father gives his daughter, but a murky, burning, sticky, and filthy look, exactly like those filthy men in the world who covet beauty and harbor wicked intentions.

[On [Date], in the cold moonlight, it rained.]

I am in seclusion in a quiet room, focusing my mind and freeing myself from external distractions.

But he suddenly pushed the door open and, disregarding the taboos of my cultivation, grabbed me from behind.

The touch was cold, stiff, and carried a nauseating sense of aggression.

My whole body stiffened, as if I had fallen into an ice cave, and my internal organs were churning and making me nauseous.

At that moment, I finally realized—

He is definitely not my father!

My gentle, protective, loving, and doting father has long since disappeared.

What remains in the Lingxiao Holy Land now is merely a monster in his father's skin, with a heart full of filth.

I just don't know why he suddenly fled in such a panic!

I dared not cry, dared not make a scene, dared not say a word to outsiders, and even dared not tell my mother.

Everyone in the holy land respects and admires him; no one would believe a young girl's one-sided account. They would only say that I am disobedient, unfilial, and distort the truth.

Fear, humiliation, and disgust gnawed at my mind day and night.

I have no choice but to cultivate myself, to cultivate myself with all my might.