Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

It was the blade in her hand that sent shivers down one's spine and moved with lightning speed.

"..."

Ye Yuchan silently took a step back.

She couldn't handle a powerful figure in the Transcendental stage; she should leave it to this old rogue.

However, there is one thing she is quite worried about.

Because almost everyone in the world knows that Emperor Wen is not good at martial arts... Emperor Wen spent his whole life immersed in poetry, lyrics, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Although any one of these four skills could rival martial arts, he simply did not know martial arts.

To put it bluntly, Emperor Wen was more like a mage, completely ignorant of close combat.

At such close range, how could a mage be approached by a warrior?

That being said, this worry was only fleeting for Ye Yuchan, after all, that was Emperor Wen...

Every single person Emperor Wen killed was a master of martial arts.

Fan Luokui?

I've never even heard of it.

"So you want to start a war with me?" Fan Luo Kui stared at the young man in front of her who didn't put on any pretense, her face expressionless. "With the strange magical artifact you possess?"

"The first sentence is quite right, but let's just forget about the second one."

Yunping crossed his arms, his unique dead fish eyes gazing upwards, a smile on his face.

Fan Luo Kui could easily tell that this was a slight against her, and she felt a surge of displeasure. "Then, I need to let you know the majesty of the Judgment Palace."

"Oh?"

"However, you can rest assured, I will be very careful in my actions." Fan Luokui's tone was full of confidence in her swordsmanship. "I will not hurt your vital organs, but only make you unable to resist."

"No, please."

Yunping maintained his basic smile.

"I think your knife... can't even touch me."

"Is that so?"

Fan Luokui – suddenly rises up.

Endless flashes of sword light erupted, and in that instant, it seemed as if hundreds or thousands of blades were swirling around Yunping.

Fan Luokui's knife...

It's drawn.

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83. A little slow

Sparks of spiritual energy emanating from the friction between the blade and the scabbard danced wildly in the air; the moment the sword was drawn, time seemed to stand still.

Fan Luokui's blade is incredibly fast; often, her enemies are killed before they even see the flash of her blade.

Within the same realm, no one can easily catch her blade; once her blade is drawn, it is always accompanied by spurting blood and the loss of life.

Vast spiritual energy flashed wildly in her palm, and the slender silver blade, like a raging wind in winter snow, swiftly sliced ​​through the air currents that dared to block its path.

There were no fancy sword techniques, nor any dazzling phantom images of spiritual energy.

Just one cut.

A slash that's incredibly fast.

A true sword draw slash is so fast that it cannot be seen with the naked eye; the drawing and sheathing of the sword occur in the blink of an eye.

If you don't look closely, you won't be able to see the difference at all.

It's like someone flicks their wrist slightly, and the sword-drawing slash is over.

However, this time, after the sword was drawn, it could not be sheathed.

……

"Hey, Xiaoyu." Liang Jue patted Xiaoyu's head, his tone dull and weak, "Quickly slap me to wake me up."

"No..." Xiaoyu shook her head subtly, her eyes wide open, her limbs stiff as a puppet. "Slap me first, let me come to my senses."

"No, you go first, you hit me first."

"No, you hit me first!"

"You go first!"

"You go first!"

"..."

The two, who had started arguing about something, suddenly stopped.

They exchanged a glance, and immediately saw fear in each other's eyes.

incredible……

No, it's like a fantasy has become reality!

Fan Luokui was even more shocked; her shock was no less than theirs, and perhaps even greater.

Because she was the master of the blade, she was the master of that long sword, the one who wielded that blade.

But...why...?

Fan Luokui stared at the empty palm of the young man before her with a look of horror.

Dressed in white, as white as snow.

"Hmm, this knife feels a bit brittle. Too much combat will damage the blade. You'll have to be careful about that in the future."

Yun Ping casually observed the blade that had somehow ended up in his hand, and said with a faint smile, "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost?"

And you even asked what happened?!

Isn't that a rhetorical question?

Fan Luo Kui stared blankly at Yun Ping, disbelief shining in her eyes since the beginning. "Why, why did you..."

"Why did your knife end up in my hands?" Yunping asked the question she wanted to ask on her behalf.

Fan Luokui was stunned for a moment, then nodded blankly.

"It's very simple." Yun Ping spread his hands and then threw the long sword in his hand in front of Fan Luo Kui.

The blade spun several times in mid-air before finally plunging straight into the ground.

This reminded Ye Yuchan of the scene where this old rogue won a million gold coins gambling back then.

Yun Ping looked at Fan Luo Kui and said calmly, "Your knife is too slow."

Too...slow?

Knife?

Fan Luokui stared at the long sword before her. This sword had accompanied her through years of cultivation, from snow-capped mountains to vast ice fields, and it had never been taken away by anyone else.

Not to mention, it happened while she was using the Snow Condensation Slash...

In the heart of this captain of the trial team, something... broke down.

At the same time, under everyone's gaze, Yunping took out a small object from his pocket.

Red background with gold trim...that little box!

Fan Luokui's heart was once again dealt a tremendous blow. She hurriedly opened her storage ring and scanned it with her divine sense.

……

That's it?!

Gone!

The little box containing the Silver Frost Flower is gone!

“You…” Fan Luo Kui’s gaze towards Yun Ping was no longer just shocked; it was more a mixture of surprise and terror at the unknown. “Who exactly are you…”

Who I am is none of your business.

Yunping's eyes sharpened, and he took a step forward.

He stood in front of Fan Luokui, looking directly at the captain of the trial team at close range.

He reached out and pinched Fan Luokui's chin, his cold and desolate face like a demon from the abyss that had crawled out of the dark hell. "However, I'd like to know what you people of the Judgment Palace want with this Silver Frost Flower?"

"Could it be that they're about to raise the banner of rebellion and take action against Yin Hanxuebing?"

"How could this be?!" Xiaoyu exclaimed, seeing her captain seemingly in danger. "We...we were just following orders!!"

"Acting under orders?" Yun Ping pursed his lips, recalling that delicate figure in his mind. "Whose orders are you acting on?"

Compared to Xiaoyu's panic, Fan Luokui appeared very calm. "Palace Master."

"The master of the Palace of Judgment?"

"...She is the master of the Northern Ice Palace."

Yunping immediately frowned.

What does the Palace Master of the Northern Ice Palace want with this Silver Frost Flower?

Logically speaking, the Palace Master of the Northern Ice Palace should be able to meet Yin Hanxuebing face to face. If she really needs the Yin Hanxuebing Flower, why not just go directly to her?

Could something have happened to Yin Hanxuebing?

For some reason, Yunping had a feeling that the incident at the Northern Ice Palace was... not simple at all.

He released his grip on Fan Luokui's chin. Having obtained this information and the Silver Frost Flower, all that remained for him was the matter of the Northern Ice Palace.

"Have you finished asking?" Fan Luokui asked, gripping the hilt of her knife again.

"What, you have a question for me too?"

Yes, there are many.