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

Yunping gave an awkward smile and quickly put his brilliant mind to work, "How could that be? How could a woman like that compare to my lovely female disciples?"

"Hmph..." Upon hearing the word "cute," Ye Yuchan blushed and turned her head away.

Zhang Ruoxue glanced back at Hua Xianzi with a hint of curiosity.

The enigmatic Fairy Hua stood frozen in place like a puppet, her exquisite eyes filled with astonishment and fear.

It seemed as if they had heard something beyond reason.

Fan Luokui naturally noticed this as well, and she called out to Yunping, who was about to leave the art gallery, "Teacher..."

The old rogue turned around. "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry to put on your shrine maiden outfit?"

"Uh..." Fan Luo Kui only just remembered that she had a bet with Yun Ping, but that wasn't the point. "I just want to ask you, what exactly did you say to that Fairy Hua?"

"They didn't say anything, just a scallion. What else could I possibly say?"

"Onion?" Fan Luo Kui tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

"The literal meaning."

The old rogue gave a mysterious smile, turned around, and strode away from the art gallery.

The female disciples exchanged glances, each seeing deep confusion in the other's eyes.

What do you mean by "just a scallion"?

I don't understand.

However, these things were just fleeting moments for them. They didn't know Fairy Hua, nor did they have much interaction with Maple Leaf City, so whether they knew about it or not didn't make any difference.

And what about Fairy Hua?

Standing there, she stared blankly at the young man's departing figure as if she had lost her soul, lost in thought.

She didn't understand why she had been exposed.

Even though he had hidden himself so well, and every move he made was so careful that he never revealed his true identity, the young man still saw through him.

Yes, she was certain she had been exposed.

Because the young man uttered the words "Pavilion Master".

But...why?

What gives him the right?

How could an ordinary person with no cultivation level and no aura of magic artifacts see through my long-hidden identity?

Looking back at the pale and horrified Hua Xianzi, Ye Yuchan scratched her head. "In any case, let's go back to the courtyard with that old rogue first."

“Agreed.” Fan Luokui nodded slightly. “I’m also curious to see what the academy looks like.”

You will be disappointed.

Zhang Ruoxue interjected, then, recalling Yun Ping's earlier words, patted Fan Luokui's shoulder with a sigh, her gaze lingering on the Taoist robe Fan Luokui was wearing.

Unconsciously, a hint of regret crept into his tone.

"Cherish the present, because you'll have to say goodbye to this Taoist robe soon."

Fan Luo Kui was taken aback, somewhat confused. "What do you mean?"

Ye Yuchan revealed two rows of snow-white teeth, then reached out and tugged at her black and white maid outfit, her smile growing even wider.

You'll find out.

16. Is Lao Yun suddenly going to run away?

Just two hours later, Fan Luokui fully understood what her two senior sisters, Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue, had said earlier.

The top, woven from red and white velvet lines, looked incredibly thin. The fabric at the chest was so minimal that it revealed a deep cleavage. The length of the top seemed deliberately tailored, barely covering the navel and completely exposing Fan Luokui's slender waist.

The short skirt, which barely covers the knees, resembles a maid's long dress, except it's dyed a bright red and the hem is made of snow-white lace.

If it were just a combination of the absolute territory (area of ​​skin) and a low-cut top, Fan Luo Kui wouldn't be so averse to this rather strange-looking outfit.

However, Fan Luokui really hated this transition word.

Her top... unfortunately, it exposed her armpits!

As we all know, most Taoist robes are made by wrapping the body up, or at least covering the armpits. But this robe is different. It is deliberately connected on both sides with thin red thread, exposing the girl's softest shoulders and chest.

"Teacher, can you explain what's going on with this outfit?!"

With the help of Ye Yuchan and others, Fan Luokui changed into a red and white shrine maiden outfit. Covered in black aura, she kicked open the door and glared angrily at the culprit behind it all.

Yunping is the dean and sole teacher of Yuntian Academy.

However, at this moment, the old rogue was lying in an old-fashioned rocking chair, squinting and sunbathing, while next to him was Xiao Lin Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged, fiddling with sheet music, her cheeks puffed out and her face full of melancholy.

Hearing Fan Luokui's trembling shouts of anger, Yun Ping slightly opened his eyes, glanced at Fan Luokui, and then a satisfied smile bloomed on his face.

"Isn't this pretty good? It looks really good."

“…These clothes…these clothes…” Fan Luo Kui trembled with shame and indignation, staring at Yun Ping in disbelief, “These clothes are utterly shameless!”

"Where is the shamelessness? I think it looks fine." Yun Ping tilted his head, glanced at Fan Luo Kui, and muttered to himself, "It's just that something feels missing in this head. How about I put some rabbit ears on you or something, then you can go out and pretend to be X-Sakura."

Fan Luokui had no idea what Yunping meant by "X-Sakura," and she was extremely dissatisfied with the outfit.

The reason is simple: she was the captain of the Northern Ice Palace's trial team before. The atmosphere in the trial palace was extremely serious, and her uniform completely covered her already outstanding figure, making it impossible to appreciate her.

However, this has historical reasons. After all, Yin Hanxue Bing is someone who doesn't like others looking at her body (except for certain people), so the Beibing Palace she founded has very high standards for clothing and appearance.

In fact, wearing such clothes while strolling through the three palaces of the Arctic Palace could very likely get you arrested as an exhibitionist.

"In short, this dress doesn't suit me."

Fan Luokui's face was icy. She reached out, wanting to undo the wide, snow-white sleeve on her right hand, and said, "I will absolutely not wear such shameless clothes."

"But you lost the bet with me before, didn't you?"

Fan Luokui's hand suddenly stopped moving, as if there was such a thing.

Yun Ping seemed to have noticed Fan Luo Kui's wavering, and said with a smile, "You shouldn't be unaware of the principle of accepting the consequences of a bet, right?"

Fan Luokui understood. How could she not understand?

The word she believed in most in her life was "promise." She used to regard her father Fan Dongyin's words as promises or even commands. For her, promises meant far more than anything else.

The old rogue's words clearly hit Fan Luo Kui's weak spot. The cherry-haired girl bit her lower lip tightly and slowly released her grip.

Yunping chuckled and added, "Besides, even if you wanted to force yourself to change clothes, that's impossible, you know?"

Fan Luo Kui was startled. "What do you mean?!"

"It's written on the admission notice—except for certain necessary scenarios and events, the exclusive Taoist robes bestowed upon you by your master cannot be changed at will."

As Yunping spoke, he brought out the [Yuntian Academy Admission Notice] and kindly pointed out this special clause to Fan Luokui.

The problem is... when she signed the admission letter, Fan Luokui didn't notice this at all!

"No, no way..."

Fan Luokui turned her head in despair, only to see Zhang Ruoxue and Ye Yuchan's joyful faces—no, that's not right!

His face showed regret and sympathy.

Fan Luo Kui lowered her head, looking at the revealing clothes she was wearing, feeling the cold wind sweeping over her chest, and then glanced at the white stockings covering her calves.

She was completely bewildered.

The thought that she would have to wear this outfit to go out, run, and even fight for the rest of her life filled her with shame.

A hissing sound—it was as if steam or some kind of gas was rising from Fan Luokui's feverish little head.

Immediately, Fan Luokui seemed to lose consciousness and fell backward. Fortunately, Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue caught her in time, otherwise her forehead would have been competing with the courtyard floor tiles to see who was harder.

"Hehehe~"

Looking at Fan Luokui, who was slumped on the ground, Yun Ping slowly stood up from the rocking chair.

He stretched lazily, then looked at Ye Yuchan, who had a disdainful expression on her face. "What's wrong, Yuchan? Why are you looking at me like I'm a pervert?"

"You're a pervert to begin with! Maids and sailor uniforms are one thing, but is this shrine maiden outfit with exposed armpits your special taste?!"

"Not really, and Luo Kui looks quite good in this outfit, doesn't she? Besides, don't you think she's too stiff?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ruoxue frowned immediately. "You mean, you deliberately picked out a very embarrassing outfit for her, hoping to help her break free from her rigid personality?"

The old rogue paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"That's right, that's exactly what I think."

That's what he thinks—that's strange.

Ye Yuchan wasn't stupid; she could tell at a glance that this old rogue had just made something up on the spot, but Zhang Ruoxue had overthought it, and he just went along with what Zhang Ruoxue meant.

Tsk, as expected, this guy is still a scoundrel. These clothes are purely to satisfy his... desires.

Ye Yuchan glared at Yun Ping reproachfully, but the latter turned his head away.

"By the way, I need to go on a short trip."

"Huh?" Ye Yuchan looked up, staring at Yun Ping with a puzzled expression. "A long trip? I'm going too?"

"No, I'm just going to find Xiao Jiang. The Silver Frost Flower I brought earlier was for his breakthrough."

"Then we..."

Ye Yuchan realized that she had never truly experienced a life without Yunping.

Unconsciously, her delicate body trembled slightly.

Yun Ping chuckled at Ye Yuchan, a smile brimming with cunning and treacherous intent.

"Of course, we'll keep it to guard the house."

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.

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