Don't startle your disciple
Right, cultivation. Xianxia. Xi Zirui has heard about it, read some novels, seen some tv shows. He knows about it, mostly by osmosis. He's not counting 'Demonic Sect Leader, I'll make you fall in love with me', in those numbers, absolutely not.
There's one thing he knows for certain: being a Shizun is a high risk occupation.
Ni Ni chimes. "Host is right! One of his disciples will have to kill him to advance their cultivation. Host will have to discover who!"
That doesn't sound great for Xi Zirui's chances of surviving yet another world.
But more importantly, it also sounds like bullshit. "'One of my disciples' are you saying that because you don't know which one it is?"
A chime. "Host is correct, Ni Ni apologizes for her incompetence."
Well, an apology is more than he's had thus far. "Is one of my disciples Su Xueyi? Because that would narrow it down."
"No."
Xi Zirui lets out an exasperated sigh. "Fine, keep your secrets."