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

Yun Ping nodded, which almost made Ye Yuchan burst with joy.

But soon the old rogue revealed a chilling smile, "But you two should freeze for now, wouldn't it be good to temper your character a bit?"

Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue: "..."

It was amidst the wind, frost, and cold of the journey that the group arrived at the main hall of the Snow Palace.

Perhaps it was because of the unique timing of the audience, but when everyone stood in the spacious hall and looked around, they found that there was not a single outsider in sight.

Logically speaking, shouldn't there be elders or law enforcement officers in the hall beneath the throne?

--No.

Apart from the majestic man on the throne, Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue could not see anyone else.

Not only that, the man who looked five or six parts similar to Fan Luo Kui had the same imposing face, but the aura he exuded was worlds apart from Fan Luo Kui's. His piercing gaze looked down at the two of them, and the pressure of his gaze made them subconsciously want to kneel down.

The Palace Master of the Northern Ice Palace – Peak Void Realm.

Beneath him was a throne symbolizing majesty and the pinnacle of power, but his massive frame looked somewhat cramped sitting on the small throne, and beneath his feet was a carpet made of crimson fur.

Fan Luokui stood in the center of the hall, still upholding her duties as the captain of the trial team, kneeling on one knee and lowering her proud head.

She would almost never do such a thing to others, given her pride and arrogance.

"Disciple Fan Luokui hereby pays his respects to the Palace Master."

Her words were incredibly sincere, unlike anything Ye Yuchan and the others had ever heard before; she seemed to be addressing a tall and majestic deity.

Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue were slightly taken aback. They looked at Fan Luokui kneeling on one knee and wondered for a moment whether they should also perform the same etiquette as her.

In fact, the imposing aura emanating from the man on the throne had already made their legs weak, and it took all their strength to just stand up.

That's the difference between different levels of understanding.

However, Yun Ping was also enveloped in this terrifying pressure, but it seemed as if none of it existed for him.

He smiled and cast a spell, easily dispelling the oppressive aura that had been pressing down on his two female disciples. At the same time, he placed his hands in front of his chest, bowed slightly, and said something that left everyone puzzled.

"Um, Your Majesty the Palace Master, we've come with your beloved disciple to wish you a Happy New Year!"

Paying... New Year's greetings?

Fan Luokui almost rolled her eyes so hard she nearly died.

She thought that after she performed the audience ceremony, even if these outsiders were stupid, they should know what to do. But to her surprise, Yunping not only failed to perform any audience ceremony, but also said something that was incomprehensible to her.

There's no such thing as Chinese New Year in this world.

After all, time is the least valuable thing for cultivators. If they had to hold a gala every year, they would be exhausted.

Visibly, Fan Dongyin's expression suddenly changed on the throne, and a look of surprise appeared on his cheeks.

He wasn't surprised by the so-called New Year's greeting; what he didn't expect was that this seemingly ordinary young man, who appeared to have no cultivation level, could actually dispel the pressure he had deliberately released.

Could it be some kind of special magical artifact?

Upon realizing this, Fan Dongyin suppressed the special pressure emanating from his body and instead revealed a faint, kind smile.

"There's no need to be as polite as Luo Kui; I'm not one to appreciate formalities."

"Ah, very good~" Yun Ping glanced at Fan Dongyin with considerable satisfaction, coughed lightly, and began to introduce himself, "My surname is Yun, and my given name is Ping. These two are my female disciples, Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue."

Upon hearing Yun Ping introduce himself to the Palace Master of the Northern Ice Palace, the two, who were seeing such an imposing presence for the first time, were taken aback. After a brief moment of surprise, they bowed slightly to show their respect.

Fan Dongyin glanced at Yun Ping curiously. How could an ordinary person with no cultivation be the master of two cultivators?

His identity is not simple—he quickly came to this conclusion.

He smiled calmly, and his gentle yet deep voice rang out, "I am Fan Dongyin, the current Palace Master of the Northern Ice Palace. You can call me Palace Master directly; there's no need to add the title 'Sir'."

Ye Yuchan was the first to react, "Fan? Palace Master... cough cough, Palace Master, your surname is Fan?"

Fan Dongyin nodded slightly, already realizing what Ye Yuchan wanted to ask.

Zhang Ruoxue quickly came to her senses as well, "Your relationship with Fan Luokui is...?"

Unlike Yun Ping, Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue did not receive any information from Xiaozhu.

"Yes, Luo Kui is my daughter."

Fan Dongyin admitted this without any hesitation.

Fan Luokui's expression looked somewhat strange. Although most people in the Northern Ice Palace knew about this, this was the first time she had admitted to the father-daughter relationship in front of outsiders.

"Alright." Fan Dongyin smiled and looked at Fan Luokui with eyes full of doting. "Get up, Luokui. I told you, there's no need for so much formality."

"Yes!" Fan Luokui responded immediately and stood up from the cold ground.

She looked up and met Fan Dongyin's smiling eyes, her pretty face blushing slightly.

To Zhang Ruoxue and Ye Yuchan, this scene was practically like seeing a ghost.

Fan Luokui, the cold and ruthless captain of the trial team, actually showed such a shy expression?

And it was directed at his own father...

Ye Yuchan glanced at Fan Luokui, then at Fan Dongyin on the throne. Her mind, already corrupted by Yun Ping, unconsciously conjured up a bold idea.

This thought was then put into words and unconsciously uttered by Ye Yuchan.

"Could this be the legendary..."

"Father's love is as solid as a mountain?"

109. The Order of Icy Cold

Ye Yuchan unfortunately suffered a headshot.

The reason is that this girl has too much filth in her head, and as her most caring teacher, Yunping naturally has the responsibility to help her clean up her head full of dirty thoughts.

The silver-haired girl chose the safest defensive stance, crouching down with her head in her hands. She clutched her aching head, tears welling in her eyes. "What... I didn't say anything wrong... This is indeed very misleading."

"It's best to keep this to yourself and not say it out loud."

That's true.

From any perspective, Fan Luo Kui's blushing and adoring gaze at the same time are not normal.

Could it be because her mother died three years ago, causing all of this girl's family affection to fall on her father, thus developing... what is known as an Oedipus complex?

It's not impossible.

Seeing the three people suddenly fall silent, Fan Luokui seemed to guess what they were thinking.

What are you thinking?

"No, it's nothing—we're just talking about family ethics issues that ordinary people don't usually discuss or think about."

Yunping's answer was surprisingly honest.

Fortunately, what he said was subtle enough that neither Fan Luokui nor Fan Dongyin could react in time.

"Cough cough..."

Although Zhang Ruoxue hadn't thought of anything in that direction, she was certain that her senior sister Yu Chan and that certain unorthodox teacher wouldn't say anything nice, so she stepped in to remind them.

—Let's get down to business.

Yes.

Their audience with the master of the Northern Ice Palace was not merely to discuss whether the father-daughter relationship contained the deeper meaning of "fatherly love as vast as a mountain."

You should know that right now our lovely Senior Sister Lin Yuan is still lying in Yun Ping's storage ring.

Silver, cold, snowy ice—that was their goal.

Yunping realized that continuing to talk nonsense would not allow things to develop in any way, so he got straight to the point.

"Your Highness, the main reason I've come to see you today is to make a request that isn't too outrageous. I wonder if you would be willing to listen?"

He deliberately used honorifics so that Fan Dongyin wouldn't feel offended.

"Oh? Tell me about it." Fan Dongyin seemed very interested.

He had known about Yun Ping and the others for a long time, and he also knew that they had come with a purpose.

However, if it is a goal that can only be achieved by requesting the master of the Northern Ice Palace, then it is definitely not something that can be compared to mere money and status.

—The other party's requirements will never be low.

Fan Dongyin was certain that her idea was correct, but on the surface she still put on a calm and slightly surprised expression.

As he expected...

"We want to go into the deep ice cave."

What Yunping said was exactly what Fan Dongyin was thinking.

Faced with this expected answer, Fan Dongyin, the head of the palace, simply closed her eyes silently, her faint smile vanishing without a trace, her expressionless face radiating indifference.

Fan Luokui quickly turned around, her cold gaze seeming to want to kill Yun Ping.

Oh dear, so this is how it is.

Yunping, who had anticipated the father and daughter's reaction, gave a wry smile but chose not to offer any explanation.

Instead, he waited quietly, waiting for Fan Dongyin, who had already been thoroughly observed by him, to sit on the throne.

Silence—

It was like a peaceful sonata before the storm, but Fan Dongyin ultimately brought it to an end.

He slowly opened his lips, and his deep voice echoed in the hall.

"Your Excellency Yunping, what is this deep ice cave? Why have I never—"

"Stop pretending to be garlic."

Yunping interrupted Fan Dongyin without any hesitation.

In an instant, a frenzied pressure from the peak of the Void Realm descended from above like Mount Tai crashing down, the terrifying force seemingly about to crush Yun Ping.

Moreover, this pressure was only directed at Yun Ping, and its range was deliberately narrowed, so that the power of a cultivator generated by his cultivation level was compressed onto a single person.

If the target had been an ordinary cultivator in the Transcendental Stage instead of Yun Ping, that cultivator would probably have been crushed into dust.