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

This statement didn't sound like it came from the heart at all; rather, it sounded like a pre-confirmed script being read aloud in a flat tone.

Upon seeing this scene, Ye Yuchan, who was watching from a distance, was moved and curiously glanced at the stern-faced old man beside her.

"Um, grandpa?"

"Hmm?" Old Fu glanced at Ye Yuchan with a mixture of suspicion and disdain. "What is it?"

"I have a question. Why do these two, master and apprentice, seem to be acting strangely? Do they not get along?"

Old Master Fu hadn't expected Ye Yuchan to ask this, and thinking it wasn't exactly a secret, he replied, "Lord Yin Han Xue Bing has always been very fond of Miss, and Miss used to like Lord Yin Han Xue Bing too, but after that incident three years ago... Miss..."

Seeing that Elder Fu did not continue speaking, Ye Yuchan became a little anxious.

"What? Grandpa, just tell me!"

"nothing."

Old Fu shook his head and stopped answering Ye Yuchan's question.

This silence only made Ye Yuchan more suspicious of the relationship between the two.

Meanwhile, on the other side, after exchanging pleasantries for a while—in reality, it was Yin Hanxuebing who kept marveling at Fan Luokui's growth, while Fan Luokui responded with words of advice—the two of them sat together on the ice bed, leaning against each other.

"Oh, I remember back then, Kui'er, you..."

"master."

At one point in the conversation, Fan Luokui suddenly spoke up, interrupting Yin Hanxuebing.

Yin Hanxuebing was only stunned for a moment when her words were abruptly interrupted, but the smile on her face did not disappear at all. When facing her favorite disciple, Yin Hanxuebing's attitude was naturally extremely gentle.

Looking at that kind smile, Fan Luokui was suddenly stunned. She lowered her head and made her expression serious.

"What's wrong, Kui'er?"

Seeing this, Yin Hanxuebing anxiously began to examine Fan Luokui's body.

However, no matter how she examined her, Fan Luokui's physical condition was perfectly healthy, and her spirit was also full and strong.

This is why she found Fan Luokui strange.

"No, it's nothing."

After a brief moment of despair, Fan Luokui raised her head again, but this time, her eyes were devoid of light.

Before Yin Hanxuebing could ask anything else, Fan Luokui spoke again.

"Master, do you remember what happened three years ago?"

"Three years ago?" Yin Hanxue felt a pang of pain in her heart, and she lowered her head in anguish. "You mean, Xin Kui?"

Yang Xinkui – Fan Luokui’s mother and Fan Dongyin’s wife.

At the same time, he was also the previous Palace Master of the Northern Ice Palace!

That was Yin Hanxue's pain. Yang Xinkui was once her favorite disciple, her most beloved disciple, and one of her most satisfied disciples.

Unfortunately, the change came too suddenly, and he suffered an unprecedented blow.

Yes, three years ago, it was the day she was being hunted down by someone!

"What's wrong, Master? Why do you look so sad?"

Fan Luokui stared blankly at Yin Hanxuebing, her tone indifferent.

Yin Hanxuebing temporarily looked away, and after pondering for a while in response to Fan Luokui's question, she...

She forced herself to remain calm and replied, "It's nothing... Kui'er, why did you suddenly ask about something from three years ago?"

"because--"

Fan Luokui's knife was swift.

Everyone knows that.

But what no one knew was that Fan Luokui's dagger was also very fast.

In the blink of an eye, the dagger pierced flesh.

Nobody could have predicted this, right? Neither Yin Hanxuebing, Ye Yuchan, nor Yun Ping could have imagined it, right?

One of Yin Hanxuebing's most beloved disciples, Yang Xinkui's daughter, the girl who sat beside him and whom he watched grow up little by little and become stronger.

To think that one day, in my most vulnerable moment, I would use a dagger… a dagger forged from silver ice flowers—

He stabbed himself in the chest.

puff-

Blood splattered everywhere.

The beautiful crimson hue blended with the ice bed, gradually condensing into the shape of a blood flower on the cold mattress.

"I am now going to take revenge on you for my mother's death three years ago."

115. He's here.

Dagger - A dagger crafted from silver ice flowers.

It was slowly pulled out from Yin Hanxuebing's chest.

Fan Luo Kui's face was stained with her mentor's blood, and a rational look gradually appeared in her lifeless pupils. She was panting heavily, and even in such a freezing space, she was still drenched in sweat.

She did it, she really did it.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman who was constantly groaning in pain, she knew that she had truly succeeded.

With that forged dagger, I killed that two-faced bastard!

—That bastard who killed his own mother!

"Why……"

Ye Yuchan stared at everything in disbelief. She would never have imagined that her disciple would kill her master right before her eyes!

Zhang Ruoxue stood frozen in place, her mind reeling from the devastating impact, her eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

Anyone would have done the same.

The one who was laughing and joking just a moment ago, one of the most powerful beings in the three heavenly domains, was stabbed by his beloved disciple.

"Why...why..."

Lying on the ice bed, letting blood gush from her body, the woman kept repeating this sentence.

She didn't believe it, or rather, she genuinely didn't want to believe the pain in her chest.

"Why……"

She struggled to get up from the blood-red ice bed.

Yin Hanxuebing, a half-immortal level figure, could theoretically ignore such a minor injury, but things are different now because she can see that her favorite disciple is holding a dagger made from the Silver Frost Flower.

Hehe...hehe...so that's how it is.

Ordinary daggers or powerful magical artifacts could not harm her in the slightest, but if it were Silver Frost Ice... yes, if it were to use one's own power to assassinate her.

This horrific wound is beyond her ability to heal!

"Kui'er...why..."

Even after she understood this, she still couldn't understand why Fan Luokui would harm her.

That can't be, right? She was so...

Fan Luokui trembled, every cell in her body shaking.

however--

"Because you killed my mother."

She still said it aloud.

The dagger pierced the flesh once more.

This time, Fan Luokui did not hesitate at all and plunged the dagger all the way into her heart.

Yin Hanxuebing instinctively wanted to retaliate, but how could the owner of the dagger give Yin Hanxuebing even the slightest chance to fight back? He swiftly plunged the dagger into her lower abdomen.

Yes, although Yin Hanxuebing is at the pinnacle, she exists in human form at this moment. She also possesses the spiritual roots that humans have, but her spiritual roots are extremely special, possessed only by herself.

puff-

Fan Luokui could feel that her dagger had pierced something exceptionally soft.

"—Ugh!"

A large amount of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs was vomited out by Yin Hanxue in one gulp.

Her face suddenly became extremely weak, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

"You killed my mother! You killed her!!"

With another stab, the dagger plunged into Yin Hanxuebing's stomach.

With a heart-wrenching roar, Fan Luokui completely lost her mind.

Tears streamed down her face as she screamed, howled, and shrieked as if her heart was being torn apart, as if she wanted to release all the emotions that had been building up over the years.

To outsiders, she was completely insane.

The dagger in her right hand pierced into Yin Hanxuebing's body, then pulled it out, then pierced it again.

"Three years ago, you deliberately poisoned me, forcing my mother to undergo a temporary breakthrough in her cultivation, causing her to suffer a qi deviation and ultimately die a painful death!!"

The daggers formed from silver ice flowers were frantically destroying everything in the silver ice and snow.

At first, Yin Hanxuebing tried to use her own power to fight back, but soon she found that her power seemed to be blocked by the dagger.

From that very first sudden stab, she was already fish on Fan Luo Kui's chopping block.

Her eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, her beautiful face drained of color, and she lay on the blood-red ice bed like a corpse.

A peerless being, a semi-immortal, was being relentlessly tortured on the bed by his own disciple.

No one would believe such a joke.