Pinching Evelyn Foster's mouth, he shoved a cold, pale finger into her mouth, feeling for her teeth... His movements paused, his expression unreadable as he withdrew his finger, grabbed the big black snake nearby, and, using the same gesture, pried open the snake’s mouth. With practiced ease, he found its sharp fangs, pricked his finger with them just enough to draw blood, then withdrew his hand and casually swirled it inside Evelyn Foster's mouth.

He fed Evelyn Foster a drop of blood. The earlier action of putting his finger in her mouth was instinctive—after all, for so many years, that’s how he fed the snake. He just didn’t react in time to the fact that people and snakes are different; useless human teeth couldn’t even pierce his finger.

Evelyn Foster had no idea she’d just been looked down upon by this unreasonable ancestor. Even in her unconscious state, she felt cold all over, especially in her abdomen, which had been in excruciating pain before. Once the pain subsided, a chill spread, as if a heavy block of ice was lodged in her belly, the cold seeping into her limbs and bones. Suddenly, though, she tasted a hint of sweetness in her mouth, followed by a surge of domineering warmth flooding her body.

It was as if a troop of soldiers, shouting and charging, swept away all the coldness, fighting all the way to the main camp, gathering at the coldest spot in her abdomen. The once rampant icy flames there were now shivering under the assault of this scorching energy, shrinking smaller and smaller, until finally they lay dormant and still.

Evelyn Foster finally felt some relief, her whole body warm and cozy, regaining her excellent quality of sleep.

Brian Carter waited for a while. He planned to ask some questions once she woke up, but after a long time, she still didn’t stir. What was going on? Could it be that even his blood couldn’t cure a mere trace of demonic poison? She should have woken up immediately.

Then he realized that she was indeed fine—she just hadn’t woken up, but had instead fallen straight into a deep sleep. And she was... sleeping soundly, too. If he listened closely, he could even hear faint snores.

Brian Carter's expression shifted unpredictably. The black snake beside him shrank its head again and again; if it had ears, they’d probably be flattened like airplane wings by now.

It seemed this person wasn’t brave, just carefree. Brian Carter recalled seeing her napping in the sun that day, looking even more relaxed than he was, and his expression grew even stranger. It wasn’t easy for the Demon Domain to send someone in here, and after all that effort, this is what they sent?

Could it be that the Demon Domain had declined so much over the years that they had no decent spies left, resorting to using such unambitious people? Even the people from Gengchen Immortal Mansion were more proactive than this.

But then he reconsidered, thinking this person must not be simple—probably even smarter than those idiots. Not only did she avoid courting death in front of him, she’d even quietly won over that stupid snake. Maybe today’s whole scene was her deliberate arrangement. Truly a clever move.

Brian Carter figured it out, nodded, and showed a hint of satisfaction. “Not bad.”

Such deep scheming was worthy of that seductive, wicked face.

The deeply scheming, seductive troublemaker Evelyn Foster finally woke up, and the first thing she saw was that murderous, maniacal ancestor looming over her. This scene cast a shadow over her no less than waking up in the middle of the night to see the big black snake opening its bloody maw at her. So her reaction was very genuine: she clutched her chest and gasped sharply, the intake of breath so loud it echoed in the room.

Brian Carter watched her performance, his expression half amused, half not, thinking: Her acting is truly impressive—very convincing.

Evelyn Foster nearly gave him a live demonstration of a goose honk from fright. She had no idea what had happened, vaguely recalling passing out from period pain—no, that wasn’t quite right; no one’s period was ever this intense. Why was she in the ancestor’s central tower?

She saw the large open window behind the ancestor, and the view outside made it clear where she was. But she had no idea why—surely she hadn’t sleepwalked her way up here.

Nervous, she clutched the blanket covering her tightly. The blanket... was the ancestor’s robe.

Evelyn Foster felt she couldn’t keep up the act anymore—she was doomed.

Under the ancestor’s inscrutable gaze, she let go of his robe, patted it, and then sincerely admitted her fault, “Master Ancestor, please forgive me.”

Brian Carter sat there like a snake about to devour someone—not the fake kind like the big black snake, but a truly terrifying viper. In a tone that sounded like he might erupt in violence at any moment, he praised her: “You’re certainly very bold.”

Evelyn Foster: “……” Huh??? This ancestor seemed to be saying for the second time that she was bold, but where did he get that idea? If she were really that bold, she wouldn’t be feeling the urge to pee right now.

Brian Carter looked at Evelyn Foster's utterly genuine, bewildered expression, his gaze icy. He didn’t like bad acting, but he liked acting this good even less. He felt an urge to send her off to the afterlife, so he asked the question of death: “What are you here for?”

Evelyn Foster hesitated for a moment, then chose the standard answer from the answer sheet: “Disciple is here to serve Master Ancestor.”

Brian Carter was unsurprised. He raised a finger and lightly tapped her forehead, then asked again, “Answer me—what are you here for?”

Evelyn Foster: “To adjust my schedule and relax.” In short, to take a vacation.

Evelyn Foster: Ahhhhh what’s going on! Why did the words change as soon as I tried to speak! It must be this bastard’s doing—damn fantasy world! There’s even a truth-telling buff or something!