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

Young Master Liu had no idea what Feng Tanghuan was talking about. Even after he was carried out of the Feng family compound, he still looked completely bewildered.

Feng Tanghuan, sitting in the courtyard, let out a long sigh of relief.

"Damn it, I almost got into trouble with that guy again... Luckily I was careful and asked him, otherwise I probably would have been done for."

No sooner had he spoken than a beautiful woman walked over with slow, deliberate steps.

A beautiful smile appeared before Feng Tanghuan. "Huan'er, what are you muttering to yourself? Did Young Master Liu bring news? About the person who killed Wen'er?"

Feng Tanghuan was taken aback, then gave a wry smile, "No, no, it's just that he's caused trouble again."

"I see." The beautiful woman nodded slightly in realization and smiled. "If you get any news about that person, be sure to tell the family. Those old guys are all crazy and want to kill that person right now."

"I see."

Feng Tanghuan smiled faintly.

I'm sorry, but he will never tell his family about that person's existence in his lifetime.

There was no other reason than that he was certain—

He was certain that those in the family who thought themselves so powerful that they could crush anyone at will were, in that man's eyes, no more than ants.

So he won't tell.

Because nobody knows just how scared he was.

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4600 words, tell me, is that long or not?!

(The remaining years are so long!)

100. Fan Luokui's Doubts

Yunping and his two companions lingered in the commercial district until evening before reluctantly returning to the Palace of Judgment, much to the chagrin of the two girls.

It's really strange that, despite causing such a big mess in the business district, not a single member of the court team responsible for maintaining order was dispatched—just like a fight breaking out but no police showing up.

Furthermore, the people Xiaoyuchan beat up seemed to be of high status. In this world where corruption is particularly serious, it's perfectly normal for a rich second-generation heir and the police chief to have some kind of secret relationship.

In reality, not only did the judges not show up, but even the person that Young Master Liu promised to call to cause trouble was nowhere to be found.

Fortunately, Ye Yuchan waited for them for two hours in that clothing store.

However, Yunping and the others learned the reason why the trial team was absent after returning to their rooms.

Fan Luo Kui sat quietly on the gray chair in the interrogation room, legs crossed, the long scabbard of her dagger tucked into her waistband. Her indifferent gaze slowly moved upwards and landed on Yun Ping, who had just opened the door.

Oh, what a rare guest.

Yun Ping looked at Fan Luo Kui curiously, "Little sister, what brings you here?"

You have to understand that Fan Luokui is a very busy person. She is always on duty, and she is also the captain of the trial team. It is already unprecedented for her to take the time to help them open a back door. She only did it because of Lao Hu's influence.

Therefore, Lao Yun didn't believe that Fan Luokui's sudden appearance here was a good thing.

With her cool eyes fixed on the young man, Fan Luokui completely ignored Yun Ping's polite words, stood up, and stared seriously at everyone.

"Did you cause trouble in the business district today?"

"Uh……"

As the one who caused the trouble, Ye Yuchan felt a little uneasy being stared at by Fan Luokui's scrutinizing gaze.

Before Ye Yuchan could speak, Yun Ping silently stepped aside, shielding half of Ye Yuchan's body behind him.

Immediately, he smiled and said to Fan Luokui, "This is just a small skirmish, and if you want to talk about it, it can be considered self-defense."

Self-defense my foot—it was clearly Ye Yuchan who struck first.

However, Fan Luokui did not directly point out the error in Yunping's words, perhaps because she only knew the result and not the process of how the incident unfolded.

She glanced at Yunping, pondered for a long time, and said, "According to the regulations of the inner three palaces of the Northern Ice Palace, your behavior should result in your detention for fifteen days."

Just as Ye Yuchan was about to say something, the old rogue reached out and stopped her.

He raised an eyebrow. "Then tell me, how should those rich young masters who started the trouble be sentenced?"

"Theoretically speaking, it would require 45 days of detention, along with the use of minor torture."

Minor punishment refers to extremely minor punishments that cause only slight physical pain.

It's about the same level as the old-fashioned beating with a board—maybe even lighter.

Yunping looked at Fan Luokui with a sudden realization, "So you mean to punish us now?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Luokui was momentarily stunned, then fell into a brief silence.

Indeed, if this were a very ordinary fight, both parties would have to accept some form of punishment; this is the rule of their adjudication team, and it is almost inflexible.

But this was not an ordinary fight.

Especially the party that initiated the trouble. Although Fan Luokui was not present at the time, according to her informants throughout the Inner Palace, it was indeed the wealthy young man who booked the venue first who said some unpleasant things and initiated the trouble. He should indeed receive a heavier punishment.

Yunping and the others would only be detained for a few days at most...

The problem is, those rich kids are not people she can touch.

She was merely the captain of the trial team. Even the master of their trial palace had to think twice before taking down those people, let alone her.

This is what troubles Fan Luokui the most: a person who upholds fairness and strict professional ethics is forced to compromise because of power issues.

"Sigh... Never mind, never mind." Fan Luokui finally waved her hand helplessly. "Anyway, I will not pursue this matter any further, nor will you and those people."

You look very depressed.

Yun Ping smiled, sat down in front of Fan Luo Kui, a glint of light flashing in his dark eyes as his divine sense quickly swept over Fan Luo Kui.

He deliberately concealed his divine sense so that Fan Luokui would not discover it and thus miss something.

Almost instantly, Yun Ping used his divine sense to scan Fan Luo Kui's entire body.

The result was—

ordinary.

This "ordinary" refers to her bloodline and biological instincts, indicating that she is simply a human being with extremely pure blood, unlike the product of a combination between some ancient creature and a human.

That's a bit strange.

……

"Frustrated?" Fan Luokui raised her head, her face still cold. "I'm just dissatisfied with the current situation."

Yunping chuckled and tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "That's normal. You're still a long way from becoming a champion of justice."

"A righteous... partner?" Fan Luokui was somewhat stunned.

"Yeah, I'll get you an RPG and a sniper rifle sometime. With all that stuff, you can go participate in some cup-grabbing war and experience firsthand what it's like to be a champion of justice."

Fan Luo Kui: "???"

Listening to Yunping say a lot of things she couldn't understand, Fan Luokui couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

However, she did not forget her true purpose for coming here.

She recovered slightly from her mental lapse and hesitated for a moment, staring at Yunping's unfathomable and eerie face.

He finally spoke up.

Can I ask you a question?

"Another problem?" Yunping didn't seem to care. "Ask away, as long as it doesn't involve personal privacy, like length or hardness, it's perfectly fine..."

Boom!

Ye Yuchan's little pink fist landed directly on Yunping's forehead.

This can be considered revenge for Yunping's three consecutive headshots back then.

Ye Yuchan's face showed helplessness. She glanced apologetically at Fan Luokui, who hadn't yet realized what dirty joke Yun Ping was making, and said, "I'm sorry, our old rogue always says some perverted things."

"That's called personality. I'm helping her to wear down her personality, which is as hard as me, as hard as granite!"

Boom!

Ye Yuchan's face darkened. "Could you please speak properly?"

Yunping scratched his head and sighed regretfully, "Sigh... Xiaoyuchan, you really don't understand romance."

"That's a yellow tune, isn't it?!"

"What's the difference? For someone like me who sings off-key, aren't all the keys the same?"

"What you're saying has absolutely nothing to do with the tune of the song!"

"That kind of thing doesn't matter~"

A sly smile appeared on Yun Ping's face. He glanced at the dumbfounded Fan Luo Kui and straightened his posture.

"So, our trial team leader, what exactly do you want to ask?"

"what……"

Fan Luokui recovered from their playful banter and coughed lightly.

Similarly, he also adopted a solemn and dignified demeanor.

Yes, she had always had a question in her heart.

Originally, she didn't want to ask, or rather, she thought that she might not get any useful information even if she asked. But after meeting her father this time, she suddenly wanted to know if the three people in front of her were related to their plan.

Without any hesitation, Fan Luokui asked her question directly, as always—

"you……"

"What is the purpose of taking away the barren mountain snowflakes... no, taking away the silver ice flowers?"

"besides……"

"Who exactly are you?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I'll post two chapters today, that's 7000 words already.