After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

The servants nearby rushed forward: "Young master, he's a madman now. He doesn't allow anyone to come near him. If anyone dares to approach him, he'll beat them up with all his might. Over time, he's become this inhuman, ghostly figure."

"oh."

Xie Xingran responded indifferently, his disdain undisguised. He frowned, his gaze falling on He Chenyu's disheveled and ragged appearance, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, as if he had seen something dirty.

He muttered to himself: What bad luck! How did such a chosen one turn into this crazy, freakish mess? I wonder if he's still the chosen one now, and if he can even earn me some villain points.

The thought flashed through Xie Xingran's mind, and he immediately had an idea. He turned to the servant beside him and, with an unquestionable arrogance in his tone, ordered, "Go and slap him."

"ah?!

The servant was terrified, his face filled with fear and disbelief. He looked at Xie Xingran, his voice trembling, "Young...Young Master, what did you say? Let...let me go? But...but he bites!"

"Last time, a guard accidentally got too close to him and was bitten off a chunk of flesh, suffering a serious injury!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just go when I tell you to!"

Xie Xingran frowned even more, her tone becoming increasingly arrogant as she impatiently scolded, "If he dares to bite you, I'll pay your medical bills, and I'll also give you five top-grade spirit stones, how about that?"

"Five...five top-grade spirit stones?!"

Upon hearing this, the servant's eyes lit up instantly, and the fear on his face was replaced by ecstatic joy, his breathing becoming rapid.

Top-grade spirit stones are extremely precious. An ordinary servant might not see even one in his entire life, let alone five!

He stared intently at Xie Xingran, making sure she wasn't joking. Then he turned to look at He Chenyu, who was motionless in the corner like a dead tree. After struggling with his conscience for a moment, he finally gritted his teeth, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

People die for wealth, birds die for food. Five top-grade spirit stones are enough for him to live a worry-free life for the rest of his days. Even if he gets bitten, it's worth it!

Having made up his mind, the servant took a deep breath, rubbed his hands together, and carefully walked towards He Chenyu, his steps extremely light, for fear of disturbing this madman.

He Chenyu, as if he hadn't heard their conversation or noticed anyone approaching, remained curled up in the corner, motionless, his aura still one of dejection and despair.

Seeing this, the servant's fear lessened somewhat. He stopped, took a deep breath, and suddenly raised his hand, using all his strength to slap He Chenyu hard across the face.

"Snap—"

The crisp sound of a slap rang out in the quiet room, particularly jarring; the servant had used considerable force in that slap.

He Chenyu's cheek was instantly slapped to one side, his messy hair was also slapped aside, revealing half of his pale, haggard, dust-covered face, and even a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Even so, He Chenyu seemed not to feel any pain, making no sound or reacting at all.

He remained motionless in the position after being slapped, his eyes still unfocused, as if the slap had landed not on his face, but on a piece of numb wood.

Xie Xingran stood not far away, his eyes fixed on his system panel. But after waiting for a long time, he did not hear the system notification sound. The villain value on the panel remained at 1000 points without any fluctuation.

His face instantly darkened, and he couldn't help but furrow his brows. His gaze towards He Chenyu grew increasingly disgusted and annoyed, and his tone was full of impatience and contempt.

"Hmph, as expected, this He Chenyu is no longer the chosen one."

Since he's not the chosen one, we can't keep giving him villainous points, so keeping him around is pointless.

A cold glint flashed in Xie Xingran's eyes. His tone was flat and emotionless as he instructed the servant beside him, who still looked anxious:

"Go tell Grandma to throw this madman out of the holy place, so he won't take up space here and pollute my eyes."

After saying that, he didn't look at He Chenyu in the corner again. He raised his hand and took out five top-grade spirit stones from the storage bracelet on his wrist. The spirit stones were smooth and shiny, and they instantly illuminated a corner of the room.

He casually tossed the spirit stone into the servant's hand, where it made a crisp clinking sound.

The servant quickly caught the spirit stone with both hands, hugging it tightly to his chest. Feeling the rich spiritual energy emanating from it, his face lit up with overwhelming joy and gratitude. He immediately knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Thank you, young master! Thank you, young master! I will certainly take care of it! I will certainly take care of it!"

Xie Xingran glanced at him, turned around, and was about to leave.

But as soon as he lifted his foot, it was as if something was pulling him down, and he couldn't move it.

Annoyed, he turned his head sharply, his pupils contracted suddenly, and his impatience was instantly replaced by astonishment.

Sometime later, He Chenyu, who should have been huddled in the corner, crawled up behind him, covered in dust and grime, and his equally filthy hand was tightly gripping the hem of his snow-white robe.

Dirt was still stuck in his fingernails, leaving a large, unsightly stain on his clean clothes.

"No, don't go..."

He Chenyu slowly raised his head, his voice hoarse, dry, and weak, almost as if it would be blown away by the wind.

His expression remained dazed and blank, his eyes dull and unfocused, as if he were still immersed in his chaotic memories. Yet, the hands that were tightly gripping the hem of his clothes carried an almost obstinate strength, clearly acting entirely on instinct.

He didn't know who the person in front of him was, nor could he distinguish between reality and dreams. He only knew that this figure and this aura were something he subconsciously needed to grasp.

We can't let him leave, we absolutely can't let him leave!

This was the only clear and firm thought in He Chenyu's chaotic mind at this moment. Even though his rationality had long since collapsed, this instinctive obsession had never dissipated.

"ah--"

Xie Xingran realized what was happening and immediately let out a sharp scream, as if she had been bitten by something dirty, her face full of disgust and terror.

He stared intently at He Chenyu's hand, which was covered in dust and blood, then looked down at the glaring stain on his own white robe. A surge of anger instantly rose within him: "Let go of me! It's filthy!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his foot and kicked He Chenyu hard in the chest with all his might. He Chenyu was already weak and caught off guard, and was kicked so hard that he curled up backward.

Even so, his hand gripping Xie Xingran's clothes did not loosen; instead, he gripped it even tighter, as if it were his only lifeline.

"No, don't go... don't go..."

He kept his head down, his voice weak but stubborn, repeating the same sentence over and over again.

Xie Xingran was so angry at his persistent pestering that he trembled all over, his eyes almost overflowing with disgust. He turned his head sharply and shouted at the servant who was still standing there dumbfounded:

"What are you standing there for?! Come help! What are you looking at?! Want to get beaten up?!"

The servant trembled at Xie Xingran's roar, quickly regaining his composure. Forgetting his fear of He Chenyu, he rushed forward and tried to pry He Chenyu's hand off his clothes, urgently saying as he did so:

"Young Master He, loosen your grip! Loosen the young master's clothes! Are you out of your mind?!"

But He Chenyu seemed to have gone mad. No matter how the servants tried to pry him open, his fingers remained motionless, gripping the fabric tightly.

Xie Xingran grew increasingly furious and shouted towards the door, "Guards! Where are the guards?! Where the hell are they all?! Get in here right now!"

However, before the guards could come to his aid, He Chenyu's hand was pried off Xie Xingran's clothes by a servant, who then shoved the weakened He Chenyu back into the corner.

He Chenyu fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud, but still showed no reaction. He simply curled up slowly, his eyes still empty.

Xie Xingran looked down at the glaring stain on her robe, her anger growing stronger, and her disgust for He Chenyu reaching its peak.

He pointed at He Chenyu in the corner and shouted at the arriving guards, "Throw him out! Now! Immediately! I don't want to see him again, not even for a second!"

Upon hearing this, the guards looked troubled. The lead guard hesitated for a moment, then bowed and said:

"Young Master, but... Young Master He is a relative of Madam. Madam previously instructed that he be properly taken care of. If we rashly throw him out, what will happen to Madam...?"

"I'll talk to Grandma!" Xie Xingran interrupted the guard sharply, her tone domineering and forceful, her eyes filled with hostility.

"I told you to throw it, so throw it! What are you talking about?! Hurry up and do it, or you'll all be kicked out of this holy land with him!"

The guards, intimidated by Xie Xingran's firm stance, dared not hesitate any longer and quickly replied, "Yes! Your subordinate obeys!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, lifted He Chenyu, who was still curled up on the ground and powerless to resist, and walked towards the door.

Xie Xingran watched their retreating figures, her chest still heaving violently, a deep sense of regret welling up inside her.

If he had known that He Chenyu would be so troublesome and persistent, he shouldn't have impulsively brought this madman to the Holy Land. It has caused him a lot of trouble and dirtied his clothes, which is extremely unlucky.

He angrily patted the stains off his robes, venting his anger even though he knew he couldn't get them off, before turning and storming out of the courtyard.

He hurried back to the Saintess's Residence, took a good bath, and thoroughly washed away the filth from his body. Who knew if this madman had any dirt or viruses on him? If he got them on him, it would be terrible.

Before long, he quickly returned to the entrance of the Saintess's Residence. But as soon as he pushed the door open, he saw his cheap father, Xie Jinghan, looking at him with a gloomy face and exuding a terrifyingly low pressure. He had obviously been waiting there for a long time.

And standing right next to Xie Jinghan was Lu Chengyuan!

Upon seeing this scene, Xie Xingran's already gloomy face darkened even further.