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

This time, however, she didn't use her spiritual energy; she simply used her physical strength to slap Yun Ping in the face.

Yunping, who had been hit on the head with a pillow, scratched his face without feeling anything, hugged the soft, fragrant pillow in his arms, and sat down cross-legged.

A peculiar smile graced his face, a smile that seemed to possess a magical power, transporting the woman back more than five hundred years...

At that time, that person seemed to occasionally show that kind of smile as well.

but--

"Tell me honestly, who are you?"

Fang Qingzhu's expression was indifferent, but a hint of hostility was surging within her.

Yunping gave a wry smile. Why do people these days always ask about someone's identity right away? Don't they trust Emperor Wen's credibility at all?

He pulled out the orange-flavored lollipop from his pocket and waved it in front of Fang Qingzhu.

"Little sister, you've seen this all, and you still don't know who I am?"

The next second, a white light flashed past.

The lollipop in Yunping's hand was snatched away by a slender, fair hand.

"How can I verify your identity based on something like this?"

Fang Qingzhu gave a cold laugh, then looked at the lollipop in her hand, smelled the aroma emanating from the wrapper, and silently swallowed.

This was one of the foods she dreamed of eating, and she had only been fortunate enough to have it once, more than 500 years ago, in the Northern Ice Palace.

I never expected to run into you here again!

As she unwrapped the packaging, she stared warily at Yunping. "Tell me, where did you get this from?"

"What do you mean 'from whose hands'? This thing is mine."

"Heh." Fang Qingzhu grinned, a hint of mockery in her eyes. "Do you know that only Emperor Wen possesses this thing? Do you dare claim to be Emperor Wen, Xuan Lei?"

……

Well, another one who doesn't believe us.

Yun Ping rubbed his forehead in exasperation. "I really am Emperor Wen Xuan Lei..."

"Emperor Wen Xuanlei was killed by the two ancestors five hundred years ago. What's the point of you pretending to be a dead man?"

"Who told you that I died five hundred years ago? At most, my condition could only be considered a major hemorrhage."

Fang Qingzhu became even more skeptical. "Are you stupid? How many people have witnessed Emperor Wenxuan being struck until his soul was scattered and he was bleeding profusely?"

"It's all the same to me."

Yun Ping spread his hands. He was now certain that Fang Qingzhu, this little girl, couldn't determine his identity directly through the aura of his soul like the Black Dragon King Jueying could...

That makes sense. Fang Qingzhu is only at the Void Transformation stage. Even a saint might not be able to see through a person's soul directly. Only a half-immortal like the Black Dragon King, or someone at the Twenty-One Ultimate stage, could do that.

Then, we have no choice but to resort to our trump card.

—Time for my embarrassing past!

Yunping gasped, and under Fang Qingzhu's clearly distrustful gaze, he slowly spoke.

"You were still wetting the bed when you were eight years old, right?"

……

"ha?!?!"

Fang Qingzhu almost jumped out of bed in a panic, her pink cheeks turning even redder with embarrassment.

This is from so long ago, and although I hate to bring it up, I have to admit it's true...

There was nothing that could be done; she had a nightmare back then.

"You, how could you..."

Yunping ignored her and continued to recall the cruel history of a certain little girl.

"When I was ten years old, I became obsessed with swordsmanship and martial arts. I would swing this little wooden stick around all day long. As a result, I accidentally knocked over a jade blue and white porcelain vase that was collected by the then Palace Master of the Northern Ice Palace and was worth tens of millions of gold coins."

"When I was twelve years old, with my cultivation only at the Spirit Palace stage, I climbed to the top of the North Ice Palace by myself and told all the senior brothers and sisters in the North Ice Palace that one day I would fly to the sky and become an immortal. After I finished speaking, I lost my footing and fell, almost becoming an idiot."

"When you were twelve, during the qualification test, you forgot the palm technique of the Falling Snow Palm and created a set of turtle fists on the spot. As a result, the elders were so angry that they hung you in the North Ice Palace for an afternoon."

"When you were fifteen, you fell for a handsome, dashing, and incredibly good-looking senior. On the day you confessed, you found out that he was actually penniless..."

"Eighteen years old..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Fang Qingzhu was completely stunned, her face turning bright red. She immediately called out to Yunping, "Stop! Stop! Please stop talking, I beg you, please stop talking."

Fang Qingzhu was truly terrified this time. Although these things were imprinted in her mind, they were so blurry that they were almost indistinguishable. If Yunping hadn't brought them up, she wouldn't have remembered doing such stupid things in the past.

Fang Qingzhu, whose dark past had been exposed, looked at Yunping with a wronged expression, pouting as if she was about to cry.

Yunping chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "So, little sister, do you believe I'm your brother Xuanlei now?"

"Well……"

Fang Qingzhu puffed out her cheeks and stared at Yunping with dissatisfaction.

After a moment, he asked in a low voice, "So you really are that bastard Xuan Lei?"

Yunping's face darkened. "What do you mean, 'bastard'... How dare you talk to your brother like that?"

"When you were hung on the North Ice Palace, who was the one who finally got you down?"

"When you made your idiotic declaration and then fell, who caught you?"

"And who compensated you for that bottle with millions of gold coins?"

These three questions left Fang Qingzhu speechless.

If there was only doubt before, now there is certainty.

To know all this, and to also have lollipops, and to have that uniquely roguish smile...

I'm afraid there's no one else in this world besides Emperor Wen Xuan Lei.

Thinking of this, Fang Qingzhu's eyes couldn't help but redden.

"You old bastard, you're actually still alive..."

"How could I possibly die? Don't you even know who your brother Xuan Lei is?"

Yun Ping smiled faintly. This little girl had lived with him in the Northern Ice Palace for a long time. To say that he had no feelings for her would be a lie.

At that time, Yunping was still Xuanlei and had not yet taken on any disciples, so he basically raised Fang Qingzhu as his own younger sister.

Fang Qingzhu had never had a brother, and Xuan Lei's appearance made her feel a little bit like a younger sister.

Therefore, when she learned that Xuan Lei had died at the hands of the two patriarchs, she was utterly devastated.

But now...

"Sorry, little sister, I'm late."

Yunping smiled and took out a small mountain of lollipops from his storage ring, in all flavors and sizes.

"Consider this my apology."

"An apology for leaving my sister here for five hundred years."

92. A faint resentment under the moonlight

What language and method should be used to describe it?

It felt as if a sharp sword pierced the skin and bones, a spear penetrated the brain, causing the blood to flow backward... an endless, boundless pain.

Immersed in a twenty-centimeter-deep sea of ​​needles, every pore on my body overflowed with a thick, black liquid that burned, corroded, and stung...

It hurts so much, it hurts so much...

Once the pain reaches a certain level, it will penetrate into an environment that is invisible and intangible, and can only be inferred from one's own senses, where a completely new self exists.

This damn pain is what's ravaging this self.

The self called the soul.

A sense of despair and darkness permeated the surroundings, with endless shadows enveloping everything.

The girl silently soaked in the stagnant water, completely naked, with a few drops of dark blood lingering on her shoulder, her lifeless eyes staring at her.

Yes, she was standing right in front of the girl.

She felt no pain, no sorrow, no despair; she simply stared blankly at the girl in front of her.

Very strange.

The girl had long, shiny silver hair, and the soft strands were filled with a strong smell of blood. Her delicate features were exactly the same as her face reflected on the calm water.

Yes, she was looking at her; she was looking at herself.

Looking at myself, a corpse, immersed in a dark ocean of despair filled with needles, eyes unfocused.

……

"what!"

The girl awakens from her dream.

She looked around blankly and realized that she was still on the second floor of the Palace of Judgment, not some indescribable dark world.

The bed I was lying on was still a soft, unfamiliar one, not the dark sea filled with pain and despair.

*Gulp*—He swallowed hard.

The bright moonlight spilled onto the pale gray stone bricks through the open window to the side. It was still night, and the night at the Arctic Palace was more desolate than in other places.

Even so, she was covered in sweat, and her blood seemed to have just cooled down from a boiling state.

Ye Yuchan took several deep breaths to calm her agitated and anxious emotions. She looked at her fellow female disciple, who was wearing a sailor uniform and had only one arm, directly opposite her.

The spiritual energy within Zhang Ruoxue's body resonated in a highly rhythmic manner, a sign of her cultivation of the "Silent Moon" technique. The moon was exceptionally round today, and she wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I feel like I had an incredible dream.