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

Only the one who stood there dumbfounded, eyes wide open, as if he had seen his Buddha betray him, was like a walking corpse who had lost his faith, his hands still holding the sword.

what happened?

He looked up in astonishment, staring at the golden dust scattering across the sky, and with a smirk, he burst into maniacal laughter.

"Hahahaha... Impossible, impossible... Hahahaha, how could you possibly..."

Inside the arena, only his laughter remained.

No one dared to speak. Qin Shishi didn't dare, the boy didn't dare, Boss Qian didn't dare, and the young man didn't have the guts either.

At this moment, everyone felt an indescribable fear of the girl. It was a terror that seeped into their hearts and even their souls, causing their consciousness and bodies to tremble without exception. It was so terrifying that even their meridians and spiritual roots seemed to disappear at this moment.

In front of this young girl, they felt no different from ordinary people who were powerless to even kill a chicken.

"Nothing is impossible."

Yun Ping spoke in a nonchalant tone, slowly manipulating Ye Yuchan's body as he walked towards the little monk who was already showing signs of madness.

He is not a bloodthirsty, murderous person. Perhaps he was in the past, but he is definitely not now.

The little monk's behavior angered him greatly, or rather, it had involuntarily aroused his murderous intent—he could tolerate the little monk's insults, and he could also tolerate the little monk's covetousness of the lower half of the Divine Sea Golden Feather Scripture. If he wanted, he could even simply throw the lower half at the little monk.

But Yunping couldn't tolerate him setting his sights on Yuan'er and Yuchan!

This is his bottom line.

The girl stood expressionless in front of the young monk, her silver hair dancing lightly in the breeze. Her dark, deep eyes seemed to conceal an endless, pitch-black abyss, eerily still, and one glance felt as if you were about to be sucked in.

The little monk's wild laughter came to an abrupt halt.

He clearly noticed Ye Yuchan's gaze; it shouldn't be her gaze.

"It's you...it's you..." Zhuang Hai recognized Yun Ping, his voice trembling with excitement and incoherence. "It's you! I knew it...how could it be, how could it be...hahahaha, it's you, it's you!!!"

He screamed like a madman, roaring madly, his voice, almost tearing his throat, echoed throughout the silent arena: "It's you! I'll never forget your eyes in my entire life, it's you, you've come—"

Zhuang Hai laughed again, but this time, his laughter sounded more like crying.

The girl refused to pay attention to Zhuang Hai, who had gone mad and whose body was possessed by inner demons, and who could no longer be called human. She raised her right hand again, the same right hand that always brought despair to the little monk with each swing.

This time, what the young monk saw, besides despair, was also a fleeting murderous intent in the girl's eyes.

One palm, falling.

But the girl's hand did not touch the little monk's cheek; instead, it was waved towards the air in front of him.

It wasn't that Yunping abandoned the idea of ​​killing the little monk at the crucial moment, but rather that Yunping didn't want to dirty his Yuchan's delicate little hands.

This palm strike was aimed at the air.

But an invisible giant hand suddenly attacked Zhuang Hai from the side, and its terrifying force directly crushed the little monk's Vajra Indestructible Body, which he had already cultivated to near perfection, into dust.

Yes, it was crushed.

No one knows what happened in that instant. They only saw the little monk's body suddenly tilt to the right, and then, as if crushed by a mountain, his sturdy body was directly smashed into minced meat.

No—it wasn't even minced meat. The moment the large amount of blood spurted out, it was crushed again by that invisible force, turning directly into specks of dust that disappeared in the breeze.

On the fighting stage, only the girl remained. There was no trace of Zhuang Hai's existence; his blood and flesh had been crushed to dust, and even his soul had dissipated.

died.

He died simply.

Everyone remembers what the girl said: within three slaps, she would make sure Zhuang Hai was beaten so badly that even his own family wouldn't recognize him.

Did they believe it back then?

What now?

Not to mention his relatives wouldn't recognize him, Zhuang Hai was completely crushed to dust, his ashes scattered throughout the entire fighting arena.

How could they not believe it?

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Chapter 1, April 4st

Not much, just enough to watch.

40. The terrified crowd

Zhuang Hai, who had reached the Lesser Completion stage of the Lingtai realm, died just like that.

They died without a trace, not even a speck of dust remained.

The underground martial arts arena was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Even the several Nascent Soul stage cultivators were stunned, speechless, their faces pale, as if they had seen a ghost.

They were arguably the most skilled, powerful, and insightful people present, yet even so, no matter how many times they recalled or tried to analyze it, they could not uncover the secret behind the girl's three slaps.

It was clearly just an ordinary palm strike, so why did it severely injure Zhuang Hai, cause the sacred light sword to shatter, and directly destroy Zhuang Hai's physical body and soul?

too scary!

I don't understand at all.

Qin Shishi was equally baffled. She couldn't understand why Ye Yuchan possessed such terrifying strength. She was certain that if that slap had landed, she would have been reduced to ashes as well.

In the deathly silence, the girl lowered her head slightly.

"Ugh……"

The girl let out a sigh of sorrow, and beneath Ye Yuchan's outward appearance, Yunping's feelings were somewhat complicated.

He hadn't killed anyone in a long time, let alone completely erased someone's existence. He often did this, but after so many years, he felt a sense of loneliness and reluctance.

It wasn't that Yunping felt pity for the little monk. In his view, the little monk, who knew that the Divine Sea Golden Feather Scripture was incomplete, was extremely foolish to still cultivate it. The reason he was plagued by inner demons was because of his evil intentions and distorted thoughts. He had no one to blame but himself.

Moreover, he even had designs on Yuan'er and Yuchan, so Zhuang Hai's death can be said to have been deserved.

However, the lingering displeasure in his heart still made Yunping somewhat uncomfortable. He sighed again, then separated his soul from the body and returned control to Ye Yuchan, whom he had been keeping outside all along.

Upon returning to her own body, Ye Yuchan subconsciously clenched her right fist. After once again sensing her incredibly familiar limbs, she cast a complex expression onto the spot where Zhuang Hai had been kneeling not far away.

—The old rogue killed someone.

In Jinglin City, the old rogue simply kicked each of those people into oblivion.

Inside the Northern Ice Palace, Fan Dongyin had transformed into a monster, merging with that eerie blood bead. Therefore, the moment it was crushed signified his death—though that was true, it didn't have much of an impact.

But this time, Ye Yuchan saw it clearly.

Yun Ping shattered Zhuang Hai's body with a single palm strike.

Although the blood and flesh were crushed into powder and dissipated into the air in the blink of an eye, the image of a living person being brutally killed was still deeply imprinted in Ye Yuchan's mind.

Ye Yuchan took several deep breaths to calm herself down, then thought to herself, "You old rogue... weren't you a bit too ruthless?"

"Being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to yourself, you must understand that—" Perhaps because he had just killed someone again, Yunping's tone sounded somewhat dejected, "Or do you think he shouldn't have died?"

“Damn it.” Ye Yuchan had no objection to this. “At least I think it’s damn it… He looks like he’s gone mad. If we keep him around… something bad will happen sooner or later.”

Hearing Ye Yuchan's words, Yun Ping did not rush to answer, but silently turned his gaze to the audience seats not far away.

He saw Qin Shishi, and also saw Yuan'er, who was sitting obediently to the side with her eyes covered by Qin Shishi. His heart stirred.

“This little monk should be from the Painting Sect. When Liu Shishi comes to find you later, just tell her what happened, and I'll cover for her.”

"Just because you're a level 10 painter, you think you can do whatever you want, huh..." Ye Yuchan understood what the old rogue meant, nodded, and added, "Also, her name is Qin Shishi, and she can only play the piano, not act."

"Anyway, it's all about Shishi, it's pretty much the same thing, as long as you understand it."

—Still this carefree, reckless attitude.

However, Ye Yuchan still quite liked the old rogue's attitude. If one day Yunping suddenly became very serious, earnest, and rigid, Ye Yuchan probably wouldn't be able to get used to it.

"Alright, I'll settle the score with you later."

Ye Yuchan was startled, "You really want to settle scores with me?!"

"Or do you think I'm joking?" Yunping's tone suddenly turned angry. "The mess you've caused this time is no small matter. When I get back, I'll have to teach you a lesson..."

"Okay... well..."

Ye Yuchan lowered her head helplessly. It was indeed she who brought this up first. If it weren't for her, she and her senior sister Yuan'er probably wouldn't have come to this smoky and chaotic place, let alone caused such a big problem.

It even alerted the old rogue.

I wonder what that old rogue will do to me when he gets back... I hope he won't punish me or something.

All sorts of chaotic scenes popped into Ye Yuchan's mind as she was trying to figure out how to get through it, when Yunping added another sentence.

"By the way, you need to slow down your emotions lately. Try to stay calm, okay?"

"Huh? Ah... is it because there's something inside my body?"

"You felt it?"

Yunping was taken aback. He hadn't originally planned to tell Ye Yuchan about the Abyss Fear Ice, but if she knew about it herself, that would be a different story.

Ye Yuchan nodded slightly in agreement, “Not really. Just now, before you came, I felt quite unwell. My body was very hot, and my head was also dizzy.”

—That's the Deep, Terrifying Ice trying to take control of your body, you idiot!

Old Yun muttered to himself, then thought for a moment and decided to hold off for now. "I'll talk to you about this when you get back. For the next while, you and Yuan'er should behave yourselves and not run around causing trouble. Also, try to control your emotions."

Having already caused trouble and found herself in the wrong, Ye Yuchan nodded twice, unusually becoming obedient.

"Okay... I understand..."

Yun Ping gave a curt "hmm," then looked at the boy next to Qin Shishi.

He chuckled to himself, thinking that this kid probably hadn't figured him out yet, and was still racking his brains trying to figure out why Ye Yuchan had suddenly become stronger.

That makes sense, though. Their family's system can't pass down cultivation levels, otherwise, judging from the cultivation level of the first one, seeing through one's own soul wouldn't be a big problem.

Having thought this through, Yunping stopped pondering and silently separated his soul, which then slowly returned to a distant place—

Seeing that the old rogue hadn't spoken for a long time, Ye Yuchan knew he had left. She sighed, turned around, and looked at the young man standing like a puppet not far away.

The moment his eyes met Ye Yuchan's, the young man stumbled, his legs went weak, a chill ran down his spine, and he collapsed to his knees, trembling as he lowered his head.

Seeing this, the guards at the Transcendent Stage thought something serious had happened. Remembering the terror of Ye Yuchan's three slaps earlier, they immediately knelt down on both knees, just like the young man.

The young man was shivering all over, and his words were trembling and indistinct.