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

"I want to drink too?!" Ye Yuchan frowned, staring at the wine bottle, lost in deep thought.

She actually does drink alcohol, both before and after her time travel—she's always been a heavy drinker, and once even single-handedly took down more than thirty grown men at a dinner table.

But after transmigrating, she drank much less alcohol. In addition, most of the alcohol in this world was very strong, so she was hesitant to drink this unknown wine.

Before she could finish thinking, the old rogue said in a sour tone, "If you don't want to drink, then don't. Really, if you can't, then you can't. I understand. A young girl like you should drink less."

A blatant provocation!

Ye Yuchan knew perfectly well that this was an obvious provocation, but if she didn't respond now, she would be at a disadvantage when the master and disciple argued in the future.

You can lose at work, but you can't lose as a person; you must have a strong spirit!

"Let's drink! Who's afraid of who!"

"it is good!"

Yunping shouted, and with that momentum, blurted out, "Since that's the case, let's have a heart-to-heart talk to strengthen our bond as master and disciple."

"A heart-to-heart talk?"

For some reason, Ye Yuchan felt a sense of unease.

Yunping nodded. "To put it simply, it's like this: I take a sip and tell you something you want to know, and you take a sip and tell me something I want to know."

"Truth...truth?!" Ye Yuchan blurted out the name of a game that didn't exist in this world without thinking. "Why didn't you add a 'Dare' option?!"

"Let's forget about the dare." Yunping glanced at the girl. "With your heartless apprentice, I reckon she'll make this old man change into women's clothes and dance in the Snow Cold Palace."

Ye Yuchan's expression suddenly changed to one of surprise. "How did you know that's what I was thinking?! Can you read minds?!"

Yunping: "..."

So it's pretty clear that the old rogue doesn't play dares.

"Ahem, anyway, are you going to play this game or not?"

"Play? Of course we have to play!" Ye Yuchan maintained her assertive style and poured herself a full glass of wine. "I was afraid you wouldn't dare to play."

Yunping laughed, a very flamboyant laugh.

He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Little Yu Chan, do you know the name of this wine in your hand?"

"What's your name?" Ye Yuchan leaned closer like a curious child, but quickly shrank back. "No, don't change the subject and distract me!"

Am I that kind of person?

Yun Ping rolled his eyes at Ye Yuchan, whose mind was always a jumble of thoughts, then pointed to the wine glass, tilted his head, and began to explain.

"This wine is called Youyuan Wine. It is one of the world's eight most extraordinary wines, which can only be brewed in the Blackwater Abyss of the three great heavens. It is famous for its soul-penetrating coldness and bone-deep heat. If an ordinary cultivator can drink a cup of this, it can not only improve his physique, but also clear his meridians."

These words left Ye Yuchan stunned. She stared blankly at the wine in her glass. "This wine is so amazing? The world's eight most extraordinary wines, why have I never heard of any of them?"

"That's because you don't drink enough alcohol. Once you've tasted all the alcohol in the world, you'll be at the same level as your master."

These words made Ye Yuchan feel a little guilty. Her initial plan was to get the old rogue drunk and then ask him some more private questions.

Now it seems we have to bring these issues to the forefront?

Just thinking about it makes me so shy!

Before Ye Yuchan could finish her dilemma, Yun Ping on the other side grabbed his wine glass and gulped it down in one go.

Gulp, gulp—without the slightest hesitation.

"Whew, that feels great!"

The old rogue exhaled a large breath of foul-smelling alcohol and squinted his eyes.

"Come on, Little Cicada, I've already had a drink. It's your turn to ask questions."

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I still feel very unwell...

I tried writing an update, but it still doesn't feel quite right.

Let's rest first and talk about it this afternoon.

133. I would rather betray heaven and earth than betray you.

A quiet night.

The starlight in the girl's bright eyes was hazy and even, her delicate skin clung tightly to her white dress, and her cherry-red lips unconsciously uttered sweet words. Beneath her slightly closed eyelids, her pink cheeks were tinged with a hazy blush, like the setting sun.

Silver strands of hair flowed gracefully down her neck, her delicate head resting on her shoulders, the ends of her hair drooping slightly, just enough to cover half of her face, which was as white as snow piled on a flowering tree.

Ye Yuchan, who usually presents herself as lively and active, is now nestled in the young man's arms with her snow-white and delicate body, a hot and slightly fragrant scent seeping out from her slightly disheveled clothes.

She parted her cherry blossom-pink lips slightly, closed her eyes which held the clarity of a spring, and uttered a single sentence—

"You old scoundrel, I want more to drink! I want more to drink!"

—That doesn't match that beautiful and lovely face at all!

Yunping held the unruly Ye Yuchan in his arms and sighed helplessly.

This girl really can't hold her liquor. She originally thought she would really be able to vomit up that mess from hundreds of years ago, but she didn't expect that she wouldn't even be able to vomit half of the information before Ye Yuchan got so drunk that she was unrecognizable.

Is it a stroke of luck or a stroke of bad luck?

To be fair, the sight of Xiao Yuchan, who was starting to reek of alcohol, in his arms was truly endearing. Even though this girl usually argued with him all day long, her current drunken state made him somewhat suspicious.

Is she really the same Xiaoyuchan who always complains about herself?

Whether it was intentional or genuinely confused, halfway through the drink, Ye Yuchan kept snuggling into his arms, just like a kitten that had been tamed for a long time. She was not only incredibly obedient but also kept frolicking, letting Yunping stroke her little head.

This scene startled Yunping so much that he almost thought he was dreaming. After all, the Ye Yuchan he knew was a girl who was immune to even head pats. If anyone could win her over with a head pat, Yunping would be the first to admit defeat.

"Ugh, you old scoundrel~ you old scoundrel~"

Ye Yuchan in her arms switched to a sickeningly sweet voice, calling out to Yunping.

"I'm here, what do you want?"

The old rogue smiled helplessly. He glanced at Ye Yuchan, who was drunk and lying in a puddle in his arms, and then at the ice bed not far away. He got up from the stool and decided to carry Ye Yuchan to the ice bed to rest.

Judging from the potency of Youyuan Wine, Xiaoyuchan won't be able to sober up for the rest of the day.

To be honest, I shouldn't have been so competitive with a little girl. As one of the world's eight most extraordinary wines, Youyuan Wine has an extremely strong aftereffect that is beyond the tolerance of ordinary people. Xiaoyu Chan hasn't passed out yet because Yunping helped her reduce some of the effects of the wine. Otherwise, she would have been unconscious by now.

At this moment, Ye Yuchan was in Yun Ping's arms in a princess carry. For some reason, she suddenly grinned.

That smile was like that of a holy angel, innocent and captivating.

"Hehehe, you old rascal~"

She stretched out her slender, snow-white arms, wrapped them around the back of Yunping's neck, and then crossed her hands to hook Yunping's body.

The next second—

The girl's beautiful face, flushed with rosy cheeks, was magnified before Yunping's eyes.

dong dong.

It sounded like something was throbbing.

Yunping stared at Ye Yuchan's face, which, while not exactly stunning, possessed a unique charm, and couldn't help but be mesmerized for a moment.

In an instant, a hint of sadness flashed in his usually calm eyes.

But then it immediately returned to its usual posture, as if nothing had ever changed.

"What's up, Little Yuchan? What do you want to eat or drink? I'll get it for you."

"Ugh, I want to eat... I want to eat..."

At this point, Ye Yuchan smiled and leaned her head close to Yun Ping's ear.

"You old scoundrel, I want to eat you~"

……

Yunping's expression froze instantly.

Before he could utter a single word, Ye Yuchan released her arms from around his neck and collapsed.

Yunping subconsciously checked on her and found that the girl had finally succumbed to the effects of the alcohol and fallen asleep.

"What the hell is this...?"

Even Yun Ping could only smile bitterly at this moment. He slowly placed Ye Yuchan's soft body on the ice bed, cast a few spells to confirm that the girl's soul would not be corroded by the aftereffects of the Youyuan Wine, and then walked away from the bed.

He glanced at the half-empty bottle of Netherworld Wine remaining on the table, hesitated for a moment, but decided to temporarily store this harmful concoction in his storage ring.

Having done all this, Yun Ping, whose mood was inexplicably complicated, slowly walked towards Ye Yuchan's door.

Creak—push it away.

But his steps faltered, and he stood still.

A biting wind blew in his face, and the cold seemed to make Yunping's mind feel a little better.

He turned to the side and glanced back at Ye Yuchan, who was muttering something to herself on the ice bed.

Come to think of it, the reason this girl has become like this is also because of him.

"Well then, I'll ask you, you old rogue, there's something I'm really curious about!"

What's up? Go ahead and ask!

That was the first cup of Youyuan wine that Yunping drank. At that time, Yunping was still recovering from the wine that seemed to transcend time and space, and his expression was somewhat intoxicated.

It was at this moment that Yunping's answer surprised Ye Yuchan.

[You old rogue, look at Fang Qingzhu, she's a great beauty, right? And Yin Hanxuebing is even more stunning. I really want to ask you, when you were Emperor Wen, you had so many women around you, why didn't you marry any of them?]

"What else could it be? He doesn't want to marry her." Yunping gave a bitter smile, helplessly toying with the wine glass in his hand.

Ye Yuchan seemed to have thought of something, and immediately revealed the same sly smile as Yun Ping: [You wouldn't happen to be... impotent, would you?!]

"So you want me to pull out my 20-centimeter-long sword right now and draw blood, is that it?"

Ye Yuchan blushed: [Go away, who asked about the length of your thing? Tell me honestly, why?]

Why else? Because of a promise.