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

What agreement?

[A promise with a woman.]

[A woman? Could it be that your mother thinks you have homosexual tendencies, so...]

Come on, it's just a very simple agreement.

[Be specific? 】

Yunping pondered for a moment, then lowered his head so that Ye Yuchan could not see his face clearly before slowly speaking.

I drink alone from the vast river, I would rather betray heaven and earth than betray you.

……

After that, Ye Yuchan never inquired about that woman again.

Instead, he drank his wine in silence, casually inquiring about other matters.

Yunping knew that Ye Yuchan really wanted to know who that woman was, but she didn't ask because she didn't want to reopen her wounds.

Ah... that is indeed a very painful scar.

It might be even more painful than Duan Hongyue's, much more painful.

"Let's go back."

He muttered to himself as he stepped out of Ye Yuchan's room.

crunch--

The door was closed, and in the large room, only the girl lay alone on the cold bed.

She murmured, her voice so soft that no one could hear what she was saying.

Perhaps she herself didn't know.

"You old scoundrel...don't go..."

134. The little girl is here!

Ye Yuchan felt as if she had a very, very long dream.

In my dream, there was a woman dressed in white, with a slender and exquisite beauty, nestled in the arms of a young man, giving me a mysterious smile.

The young man possessed unparalleled beauty, a confident smile that seemed to look down upon the world on his lips, and he let the swift wind whip through his jet-black hair, his free and unrestrained spirit swirling around him like a flowing breeze.

This young man is someone no one is unfamiliar with.

—Emperor Wen of Xuanlei.

The Second Immortal of All Ages, hailed as a true immortal transcending the three great celestial realms.

This is the kind of man who never married.

Even if every woman in the world, however outstanding or beautiful, pursued him like mad, crying and begging him to sleep with her, he remained unmoved.

Those who admire him say he is carefree and independent, and doesn't fawn over those who are less important.

Those who are jealous of him say that he doesn't love women but has a good relationship with them.

Even worse, they went so far as to slander Emperor Wen, claiming he was incompetent.

Of course.

Emperor Wen neither listened, nor deliberated, nor responded.

No one knows the reason, or perhaps there is—but they would never say.

Because it was a past event that should be buried deep in the abyss and never mentioned again.

"I am leaving."

The woman in the dream turned around, broke free from the young man's embrace, and smiled back.

That smile seemed to have a magical power, making it impossible for Ye Yuchan to look away.

The young man reached out his hand, and for some reason, a look of shock and panic appeared on his face, which had long been tempered by battlefields and killings. He tried his best to reach out and grasp the woman's pale hand.

Unfortunately, what he grasped was just a handful of loose sand.

The ethereal woman wore a helpless, bitter smile. She turned her head slightly, letting the eerie wind, which seemed to come from nowhere, ravage her body.

She turned her head, not looking at the young man, but instead looking at a place where there shouldn't be anyone.

Ye Yuchan knew that she was being watched.

The woman opened her lips as if to say something, but the gust of cold wind was too strong and too intense.

Ye Yuchan couldn't hear clearly. She tried leaning forward, but still couldn't hear anything.

Gradually, the wind subsided.

The young man stared blankly in the direction where the woman had disappeared, gazing at the pile of dust, remaining silent for a long time.

In the endless silence, he let out a long sigh.

"Ugh……"

Like the only low murmur in the deep darkness, it made Ye Yuchan feel cold from the bottom of her heart.

The next second, the coldness materialized and rushed into her brain.

With my eyes slightly open, the ceiling, which was neither familiar nor unfamiliar, came into view.

Immediately, she felt a sharp pain spreading outwards from inside her head.

Having drunk alcohol before, Ye Yuchan immediately recognized it as the pain of a hangover.

"Ouch...it hurts so much..."

Clutching her throbbing head, and recalling the bizarre scene from her dream, Ye Yuchan slowly sat up from the ice bed.

To be honest, she shouldn't have woken up so quickly. The aftereffects of the Youyuan Wine were incredibly potent. Given Ye Yuchan's condition, she definitely wouldn't have recovered without lying down for two or three days.

However, the ice bed beneath her did have some sobering effect, which allowed Ye Yuchan to wake up early.

However, the problem arose as soon as he got up.

Gazing at the flickering flames in the distance, Ye Yuchan subconsciously rubbed her eyes. After confirming that she wasn't seeing things, she spoke with sleepy eyes and a slightly dry voice.

What are you two doing in my room?

Her voice drew the attention of the other two people in the room.

The young man holding the strange container turned his head towards her, grinned, and said, "Oh, you're awake."

"Just woke up, I feel like I drank a bit too much..." Ye Yuchan rubbed her head, then turned her gaze to another person, her eyes immediately showing surprise, "Ruoxue, you're here too?!"

"Ah."

Sitting quietly in her chair at this moment, dressed in a high school sailor uniform and wearing black cat ears, looking every bit the cosplay enthusiast, is the seventh student of Yuntian Academy.

—Zhang Ruoxue.

However, the current Zhang Ruoxue is different from the previous Zhang Ruoxue, because her left arm is no longer a bare piece; the part below her shoulder is a beautiful ice crystal in the shape of an arm.

The arm, crafted from millennia-old ice, fits Zhang Ruoxue perfectly.

That being said—

"You old rogue, what are you doing?!" Ye Yuchan hadn't even had a chance to get a good look at Zhang Ruoxue when she noticed something odd about the little gadget in Yunping's hand. "What are you doing holding that alcohol lamp?"

"Let's do an experiment." Yun Ping pulled out a pair of black-rimmed glasses from somewhere, put them on, and then pushed them up. "By the way, let me correct you. This is not an ordinary alcohol lamp. It is the Cave Heaven Ghost Fire that I condensed using a special ancient technique. Any cultivator below the Transformation God stage who gets a little bit of it is basically a dead man."

As soon as Yunping finished explaining, he placed the alcohol lamp-shaped container on the table, then took out a white cylindrical lid and casually swung it over the flickering flame.

...A lamp that can be extinguished by a lid must be just an ordinary alcohol lamp!

Despite her surprise and doubt, Ye Yuchan was still somewhat curious about Yunping's actions.

What kind of experiment are you conducting? Are you planning to give middle school or high school students a chemistry problem?

"How can my experiment be the same as that kind of experiment?" The old rogue sneered, then reached out and touched Zhang Ruoxue's icy left arm. After pondering for a while, he nodded in satisfaction. "Hmm, not bad. The quality of this thousand-year-old ice is indeed good. It can basically withstand a full-force attack from a Nascent Soul cultivator without collapsing."

After saying that, Yun Ping looked at Zhang Ruoxue again, "The heat resistance is also quite good. Basically, before you reach the Kaiyuan stage of cultivation, this icy arm will not be melted by the flames of your magic weapon."

"Overall, it fits perfectly."

Zhang Ruoxue nodded upon hearing this, raised her right hand, looked at her left hand which was incredibly flexible under her control, clenched her fist, relaxed, and clenched her fist again.

The strange feeling made Zhang Ruoxue a little excited. In fact, she was not mentally prepared to control this new arm before. After all, an arm made of pure ice and cold could now be used flexibly. From any angle, it was not much different from nonsense.

But the facts were right in front of her.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. What are you thinking? I'm your teacher, it's nothing I should do—"

Yunping, as always, showed his sunny smile. "I'll have to teach you a few more sets of fist techniques another day, otherwise this new magic weapon probably won't have much room to play. Only by integrating fist techniques can you possibly get a good ranking for our Yuntian Academy in the upcoming Ten Thousand Sects Competition."

"oh oh……"

Zhang Ruoxue nodded thoughtfully, then caught a peculiar keyword.

She suddenly looked up. "Teacher, what did you just say?! A battle of the ten thousand schools?!"

"Yeah." Yunping picked at his ear, looking nonchalant. "What's wrong? Don't you want to go?"

"I'd like to, but—"

Before he could finish speaking...

Boom boom boom!

The knock on the door interrupted their conversation.

Even the words of surprise that Ye Yuchan was about to utter were forced to be swallowed back.

At a time like this, who would still come to Ye Yuchan's room?

Yunping, who was always quite vigilant, used his divine sense to investigate the cultivation level of the person outside the door, and soon he frowned.

"I'll go open the door."

After leaving those words, he walked toward the door with a very solemn expression.