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

At this point, Fang Qingzhu paused, and a sense of painful helplessness gradually emanated from her.

She lowered her head, her voice filled with self-reproach, "If only I had been stronger back then... Even though I was the most powerful cultivator in the Northern Ice Palace, I could only barely delay the poison's effects, and I couldn't save Xiao Kui's daughter."

"What about Yin Hanxuebing? Shouldn't she be able to save her?"

Unexpectedly, Fang Qingzhu shook her head, bit her lower lip, and said, "Lady Yin Hanxuebing left the North Ice Palace temporarily for some reason. Although she said she would be back soon, no one knows whether she will return first or Xiao Kui's daughter will die from the poison first."

Hearing this, Yunping had a pretty good idea of ​​what the so-called accident was all about.

In addition to what Fang Qingzhu had previously mentioned about "going into a state of demonic possession"—

Yunping drank a glass of wine with a heavy expression, his tone calm, "So in order to save her daughter, your disciple Xiao Kui had to temporarily break through her cultivation level. Only by reaching the Saint Realm could she possibly save her daughter?"

"That's right." Fang Qingzhu's expression was equally heavy. "She did succeed. She forcibly broke through to the Saint stage in a very short time, but that was only temporary. After helping her daughter expel the toxins, she fell into a state of madness and demonic possession... She died in agony less than three days later."

"Her daughter barely survived... Upon returning, Lord Yin Hanxuebing felt deeply remorseful and, after that, began to devote himself to raising Xiao Kui's daughter."

"And what about her father?"

"Her father?" Fang Qingzhu smiled. "He's sleeping in the Snow Palace right now."

Snow Cold Palace is the main palace of the Northern Ice Palace. Before the palace was divided into inner and outer palaces, Snow Cold Palace was the palace of the palace master and a symbol of nobility.

Upon hearing Fang Qingzhu say that Xiao Kui's husband was still in Xuehan Palace, Yunping felt a sudden stomachache and a strange thought popped into his head.

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Yunping blurted out, "Could it be that Xiao Kui's husband is...?"

Fang Qingzhu nodded, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

"He used to be Xiao Kui's personal bodyguard. Over time, he developed feelings for her. He was also quite strong. After Xiao Kui's death, he took over the management of all affairs of the Northern Ice Palace."

"Over time, he became the master of the Northern Ice Palace, and is now the current Palace Master of the Northern Ice Palace—"

"Fan Dongyin".

Fan Dongyin?

Is your surname Fan?

Xiao Kui?

Hey, is this for real...?

Is it really possible for such coincidences to happen in this world?

Yunping's wry smile was easily noticed by Fang Qingzhu: "What's wrong with you? Why are you making that face?"

The young man smiled and waved his hand, "It's nothing, it's nothing. It's just that I feel there's a kind of inexplicable coincidence in everything that's been happening lately."

"A coincidence?" Fang Qingzhu didn't understand.

Yunping glanced at her with a hint of amusement. "Don't you want to know how I sneaked in?"

"If you want to come in, you can come in anytime, right?"

"No, I also have two disciples whose cultivation level is not even at the Spirit Platform stage."

Fang Qingzhu's face suddenly darkened. "You're such a frivolous person, taking on apprentices? You'll corrupt them!"

"Go away, what are you saying!"

"Fine." Fang Qingzhu shrugged helplessly. "So, how did you get in with your people? Through the back door?"

"That's right, and it was through the back door of your Palace of Judgments."

"Huh??" Fang Qingzhu nearly exploded with anger upon hearing this. "How come the people in our Palace of Judgment are also following those powerful people and using back channels?!"

Fang Qingzhu was stunned as soon as she said it.

She suddenly realized—she seemed to know what Yunping meant by coincidence.

An incredulous gaze fell upon Yun Ping's face. Fang Qingzhu paused, then asked hesitantly, "You're not going to tell me you know that girl Fan Luo Kui, are you...?"

"Not only do I know..."

Under Fang Qingzhu's dumbfounded gaze, Yunping slowly spoke.

"I introduced my good friends Patrick Star and SpongeBob to her in the secret realm before."

"Oh, and it also hurt her pride."

Fang Qingzhu blinked, trying to figure out what kind of people SpongeBob and Patrick were.

Why was he friends with Emperor Wen?

No, no, no, that's not the problem—

"So you really do know that girl..."

"Yes." Yunping rocked back and forth in the rocking chair. "So that girl is the daughter of the former and current palace masters who survived the poisoning back then?"

"That's how it is..."

"That really is..."

Yunping didn't know how to comment, so he could only sigh helplessly at the sky.

"Fate is cruel."

94. Old Clouds Gone Cold

After many years apart, these long-accumulated emotions burst forth like a tidal wave.

The two talked almost from night until morning. There were simply too many things that had happened over the past few hundred years, and a single night was not enough to convey the emotions that carried hundreds of years of history to each other.

Fang Qingzhu, in particular, had dreamed more than once about the young man with the cheeky smile who came back to see her with a handful of lollipops.

Now that her dream has finally come true, she doesn't want Yunping to leave so soon.

However, she ultimately couldn't keep Yunping.

"Sorry, Little Bamboo, I have to go back now. My two good disciples are waiting for me."

He went out all night and didn't come back, and he didn't tell Xiaoyuchan and Xiaoruoxue beforehand. I bet those two girls are quite worried now.

Although it was a nice thing to be cared for by his own disciple, Yunping could easily imagine that he would be met with a barrage of complaints from Ye Yuchan when he got back.

—This girl feels very insecure without me by her side.

Fang Qingzhu's cheeks puffed out slightly, and she pouted cutely. "Alright, after all, I've raised apprentices before, so I can understand your thoughts a little."

"Right?" Yunping smiled warmly. "Raising apprentices is one of the greatest pleasures in life."

Fang Qingzhu shrugged, "But you'll definitely raise them badly."

Pfft—I feel like something has pierced my heart.

If we're talking about raising someone to be a little skewed, it seems like Ye Yuchan has really been raised a bit crooked. Not only is she losing her gentle and delicate girl appearance, but she's becoming more and more like me.

This isn't my path to becoming a character!

Raising a female version of a hooligan is absolutely no fun at all!

"Oh, right, I almost forgot about that."

Fang Qingzhu slapped her forehead and hurriedly pulled something out of her personal storage ring.

"I remember you were looking for Lord Yin Hanxuebing, right?"

"Is that so? What's wrong?"

"It was probably more than three hundred years ago, not long after I abdicated, when Lady Yin Hanxuebing requested that more restrictions be added to her hiding place."

Even if Fang Qingzhu didn't say it, Yunping knew this perfectly well.

He had sensed the location of the restriction when he tried to go to the deep ice cave alone—the place where Silver Frost Ice was hiding.

Moreover, it is an extremely powerful restriction; even a Void Realm expert would not be able to easily enter it without spending some time.

Fang Qingzhu tossed the token covered in a layer of blue ice into Yun Ping's hand, "With this, you can apply to enter the Deep Ice Cave and meet Lord Yin Hanxuebing."

"This is……"

Yun Ping stared blankly at the token in his hand. The square surface looked rather ordinary; the only noteworthy features were the exceptionally cold ice covering the token and the large characters engraved in the center.

【ice】

Gazing at that unique token, Yunping's thoughts were drawn back to more than five hundred years ago.

Back then, the thing that Yin Hanxuebing secretly slipped into her bosom in the middle of the night seemed to be this token.

He smiled calmly, already understanding the purpose of the token.

After putting the token into his storage ring, he opened the window, and the cold wind and snow outside blew onto the young man's shoulders.

"Thanks, Little Bamboo."

"Next time you come to see me, remember to bring some other delicious food." Fang Qingzhu's eyes curved into crescent moons, and her exquisite face was filled with a childlike, innocent smile. "Otherwise, I won't let you into our Northern Ice Palace."

"I know~"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man's figure disappeared from the window.

When he arrived, his speed was like that of a ghost, and he was nowhere to be seen.

As always, when he left, he vanished into thin air, as if he had never existed.

Looking at the empty room where she was now all alone, Fang Qingzhu sighed, her face filled with sorrow.

—If I weren't the master of the Palace of Judgment, and I had so many busy affairs, I'd probably be running around after this guy like before.

Ah, those were wonderful times...

Living carefree, without having to think about anything else, just following behind that figure and smiling.

"Sigh...handling tasks, handling tasks~"

Fang Qingzhu stretched lazily, her squinting eyes staring listlessly at the mountain of papers piled up on the table in the distance.

When she saw the lollipop tucked into the pen holder on the table, the corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up in a smile.

What will this guy bring me next time...?

I'm really looking forward to it.

……