Bai Yinshu hesitated in the room for a long time before finally pushing the door open. Looking utterly at a loss, he walked up to Luo Qianqian. "Shiqi, I might actually be that Flower-picking Thief..."

"Huh?" Luo Qianqian had been discussing with He Wenyu what moves the Blessed Land Cave Heaven might make. This sentence scared her out of nowhere, and she looked at Bai Yinshu in puzzlement.

Bai Yinshu did indeed have a pair of bewitching peach blossom eyes, but there was less wickedness and more purity in them, making it very hard to believe what he’d just said.

Mo also came out, his face full of disbelief.

Sure, Bai Yinshu had those peach blossom eyes, but after being together for so long, he’d come to understand him a bit. Stealing flowers was still possible, but a Flower-picking Thief? You’ve got to be kidding.

Counting even the Servants around him, the number of women by his side didn’t exceed one. How was he supposed to "pick" anything? And that one was a quite experienced Cook responsible for their meals. "Quite experienced" already said enough about her age—she could be Bai Yinshu’s grandma.

Besides, this brat had spent his wits on him since he was little. Where would he find extra scheming to tangle with girls? And so many girls, too—enough to make them flock to him like ducks. To claim that was this idiot’s ability? He did not believe it...

Pure, unfiltered contempt from his dear senior brother.

"Bai Yinshu, you didn’t go steal flowers, did you?" Mo asked straight out, naturally walking to Bai Yinshu’s side.

Bai Yinshu then explained how he’d gone to steal flowers before, leaving Mo, Luo Qianqian, He Wenyu, and even the people in the room all speechless.

This was a true·Flower-picking Thief—focused exclusively on flowers.

But what they were looking for was probably a Flower-picking Thief specialized in "picking flowers."

Yet seeing how innocent Bai Yinshu looked, Luo Qianqian steadied her mind. "Do you remember that smell we caught when we met that day?"

"Sure, that was blended by me." Bai Yinshu nodded, his expression calm.

As soon as he said that, Luo Qianqian and Mo both looked at Bai Yinshu with strange expressions.

Mo even exclaimed directly, "You blended it?"

"Yeah." Bai Yinshu nodded in confirmation and looked at the two in confusion. "What’s wrong?"

Luo Qianqian was sizing Bai Yinshu up, weighing the possibility that he was the Flower-picking Thief, when He Wenyu tugged at her sleeve. "Could he be, like, split personality?"

Luo Qianqian froze, turning to look at Bai Yinshu. Right, there was that possibility too...

"Split personality?" Mo looked at Luo Qianqian in confusion. He vaguely felt he’d heard the term before, but it didn’t sound like anything good.

"It’s when one person has two personalities—normally he’s like this, but who knows when he’ll switch to another one." Luo Qianqian looked at Bai Yinshu, but no matter how she looked, it was hard to believe that such a pure and beautiful boy would have a split personality.

Mo was speechless. Wasn’t this just the "nutjob" Luo Qianqian usually cursed about? And now she was making it sound so nice?

He then turned to Bai Yinshu. "You’ve never sold it to anyone, right?"

Luo Qianqian and He Wenyu also looked at him at once, but Bai Yinshu shook his head decisively. "I never sell my fragrances."

Mo paused, thought about it, and realized that was true—he’d always just asked for them directly.

"That should be the scent of No. Seventy-Three. I haven’t used it in ages," Bai Yinshu continued. "What I made before should have expired and been thrown away."

??? Thrown away???

"Where did you throw it?" Luo Qianqian asked in a hurry. Maybe someone had taken advantage of it.

"...Seems like to the north? Last time I went out to train, I was teasing a big bear."

The north?

Luo Qianqian fell silent again. Something thrown in the north had no reason to be picked up by someone from the south, right?

And on top of that, end up right in front of the actual culprit? That was a bit unbelievable, no?

"Carefree Young Master? I think I’ve heard that name before..." Old Man Haan, though his Spiritual Power was gone, still had decent hearing, so he’d heard their conversation clearly. "Seems he even provoked the Snow Palace Saintess."

"Wait, why does every damn place have a Saintess?" Luo Qianqian immediately scoffed. She’d already been stifled enough by the fact that she herself had ended up as some bullshit Saintess.

She hadn’t enjoyed any special treatment, yet had to deal with all sorts of messes. What kind of Saintess was that supposed to be?

"..." Old Man Haan was silent for a moment, as if digesting Luo Qianqian’s complaints. His breathing even grew a bit unstable, wheezing enough to make everyone in the courtyard feel awkward. Only after a moment did his breath return to normal and he continued, "The Snow Palace Saintess is prepared for the future Sect Master. She’s raised from childhood on all sorts of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. When the Sect Master takes the seat, she becomes his dao companion for Dual Cultivation. Calling it Dual Cultivation, she’s really just a relay station... Anyway, the Snow Palace Saintess was deflowered by this Carefree Young Master before that person could enjoy her, so he’s also someone being hunted by the Snow Palace."

Whoa, this Carefree Young Master was something else.

That person? That should be this old man’s disciple, huh?

He really knew how to rack up hatred.

Could this be a job the Snow Palace commissioned from the Sky Inquiry Tower?

For one Sect to ask other Sects for help—wasn’t that a bit... not quite proper?

Luo Qianqian mused to herself and shot Bai Yinshu a glance, when Mo’s voice rang out. "He still has his Original Yang Body. It’s not him."

"Besides, look at him. How does he resemble a ’Young Master’? He’s clearly just a hedonistic rich young lord." Mo curled his lip. This wasn’t meant as sarcasm; it was simply fact. Sure, he called it ’training,’ but have you ever seen training with Hidden Guards tailing behind?

If you didn’t know better, you’d think his status was incredibly lofty...

Bai Yinshu’s face flushed bright red as he glared at Mo. Could he not drag that kind of thing out into the open? He still wanted his dignity, okay? Especially in front of a young girl!

Watching Bai Yinshu’s annoyed expression, Luo Qianqian couldn’t help but smile.

She then asked, "So that Saintess is ruined now?"

"How could she be? It takes years, even decades, to find a single Water Spirit Body, and more Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures to raise her. How could they discard her so easily? At most, she’s just suffering a bit now. He can’t bear to waste her."

Putting aside the immense financial and material cost of cultivating a new Furnace Cauldron, just the time alone would be an endless wait.

He hadn’t heard any news of the Snow Palace finding a new Water Spirit Body.

That Saintess back then had been cultivated by him for Haan Bing. Who knew she would be snatched by that unfilial disciple?

Thinking about it that way, Carefree Young Master had actually done one good deed.

He then curled his lips into a cold smile and squinted toward the window, eyes flashing. "But I don’t think that man is stupid enough to make an enemy of so many Sects. The Snow Palace’s manhunt in the Northern Region is no secret. There’s no reason for him to offend Sects in the Southern Region as well."

Luo Qianqian nodded to show she agreed.

Then she looked helplessly at Bai Yinshu. "From now on, you should go by the title ’Scapegoat Young Master,’ yeah? There’s no pot you don’t dare to carry."

"He only used that name because he had either Carefree Flower or Carefree Grass on him at the time!" Mo declared with utter certainty.

The three of them watched as Bai Yinshu’s cheeks visibly grew ruddier, tinged with embarrassment and anger. He bellowed at Mo, "I’m going to kill you!!!"