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

"Why has Yuan'er never heard of this before?"

"Because the concept of 'Lan Level' only exists in the 'Battle of Ten Thousand Sects,' it's normal that Yuan'er doesn't know it."

Ye Yuchan was taken aback upon hearing this, and a trace of doubt arose in her heart.

Looking at Yun Ping, who was comfortably embracing Lin Yuan, she couldn't help but ask, "According to you, only disciples above the Transformation Peak and below the Opening Origin stage can participate in the Ten Thousand Sects Competition?"

"How could that be?" Yun Ping looked at Ye Yuchan as if she were an idiot and rolled his eyes at her. "If that were really the case, would I have let you sign up?"

“Below the Lan level, there is the Lin level. Cultivators from the Spirit Hall level to the Spirit Platform level can also participate in the Ten Thousand Sects Competition. The reason for setting up the grading system is to prevent the gap from being too large, so as to avoid a situation where one side crushes the other.”

Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue nodded knowingly. As people from the small city of Jinglin, they had only heard of the battle between the ten thousand sects, but they knew nothing about the details.

Fan Luokui, on the other hand, remained calm, as if she already knew what Yun Ping had said.

This reminded Yunping of Fan Luokui's former identity—a disciple of the Northern Ice Palace.

"Luo Kui, have you ever participated in the Battle of Ten Thousand Sects before?"

“I participated ten years ago.” Fan Luokui nodded slightly, without any intention of hiding anything. “Back then, I participated in the preliminary level.”

Yunping raised an eyebrow. He hadn't attended the battle of the ten thousand sects ten years ago for some reason, and he didn't know much about the rankings.

"Did you make the list?"

Fan Luokui paused for a few seconds, seemingly recalling this past event that she considered meaningless.

After a long pause, he replied calmly, "Third on the list."

……

So strong!

Ten years ago, Fan Luokui was only about sixteen years old, and at that still somewhat naive age, she actually achieved third place in the qualifying round...

Zhang Ruoxue and Ye Yuchan swallowed hard, their gazes toward Fan Luokui becoming increasingly complicated.

My new junior sister seems to be a bit too powerful.

Yun Ping wasn't surprised by this. After all, Fan Luo Kui was Yin Han Xue Bing's goddaughter. If even the Twenty-One Extremes couldn't produce a candidate for the Ranking, then Yin Han Xue Bing might as well be used to make shaved ice.

Perhaps sensing the complicated expressions on her senior sisters' faces, Fan Luokui's expression shifted slightly, and a humble look appeared on her usually cold face.

"At that time, my cultivation level happened to be relatively high, at the minor completion stage of the Spirit Platform stage, which was also among the top of all the cultivators at the Lin level. Making it onto the Lin list was simply due to good luck."

Of course, Ye Yuchan and the others didn't take this "it's all about luck" analogy to heart at all.

No matter how lucky you are, without real strength, it would be impossible to defeat so many opponents and make it onto the list, right?

Yun Ping looked at Jiang Yuetian, who was silent at the moment, and said indifferently, "Little Jiang, although your cultivation level is currently at the disadvantage of the Lan level, just like I said, cultivation level is not everything."

Jiang Yuetian sighed, a bitter smile appearing on her graceful face that sent chills down one's spine.

"That being said, there must be quite a few Opening Yuan stage cultivators among the Lan-level cultivators. A duel across a major realm... I don't know if I can win."

"Like your older brother?"

"..."

Jiang Yuetian suddenly fell silent. He took a deep breath to calm his heart, which had been shaken by the word "elder brother".

After a moment, he exhaled another breath of stale air, "Yes... For example, my elder brother is a cultivator in the Opening Yuan stage. If I were to fight him, I'm afraid..."

"The odds are against you, right? I know you're going to say something discouraging again."

Yunping responded to Jiang Yuetian's words, his face turning cold as he tapped his fingers incessantly on the table.

He could tell that Jiang Yuetian seemed to have an innate fear of the Jiang family. This was evident in his inability to refute his mother, and his wavering expression when he heard the word "elder brother."

It's hard to imagine what he must have experienced in the Jiang family to be so terrified of them.

Yunping shook his head, deciding to put these matters aside for the time being.

"In short, over the next two months, except for Yuan'er, you all need to prepare well. In this battle of the myriad sects, you must not bring shame to Yuntian Academy."

As he spoke, he pointed his right index finger at Jiang Yuetian.

"Especially Xiao Jiang, I don't care whether you're confident enough to make it onto the Lan Ranking, but since I said you have to, you have to—"

"Because you are my student, a student of Yuntian Academy."

"teacher……"

Jiang Yuetian stared at Yun Ping, whose face was solemn and who had no trace of his usual carefree attitude, and was slightly taken aback.

Yunping is a person who rarely takes things seriously. Jiang Yuetian has been in Yuntian Academy for so long, but she has never seen Yunping take things seriously many times.

Unconsciously, he seemed to sense the expectations the young man in front of him had for him.

"I see……"

Although she was still unsure, Jiang Yuetian did not choose to disappoint Yunping at this critical juncture.

Yunping could also see that this kid could not be freed from fear just because of his words, but at least he should now have the courage to fight against fear.

As for whether it will succeed—

Yun Ping smiled mysteriously, turned around, and looked at Ye Yuchan and the others.

The moment they noticed the malicious smile on Yun Ping's lips, Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue shuddered three times simultaneously.

Damn it, that smile...

Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue both remembered that unforgettable wicked smile. Whenever Yun Ping showed that smile, it foreshadowed something bad that was about to happen.

As expected, Yunping's words startled the two of them.

"Hehehe, and you two too. Although your cultivation levels aren't high, you're still my students. If you don't make it onto the temporary list, you'll be in for a world of trouble!"

"On the verge of being listed..." Zhang Ruoxue stared at Yun Ping in disbelief, "But I've only just reached the Spirit Hall stage—"

"It's okay, there are still two months left, right? And we don't have high expectations for you, just make sure you're at the bottom of the list."

Zhang Ruoxue: "..."

What the hell? It's just a bottom-tier product.

There are at least a million cultivators at the advanced level in the Desolate Heaven Domain. With a million cultivators competing for the top ten, even just getting into the bottom ten is incredibly difficult!

"Ruoxue, you'd better do your best!"

Ye Yuchan looked at Zhang Ruoxue, whose face was full of astonishment and who seemed ready to accept punishment, with a hint of schadenfreude.

This fearless smile caught Yun Ping's eye, causing the young man in white to smile slightly.

"You seem very confident, Xiaoyuchan. Here's what we'll do: if you don't make it into the top three of the pre-level class, you'll have to wait to come back and undergo ten hours of double the weight training every day."

Ye Yuchan immediately panicked, "No! I...I'm only at the beginner level of the Spirit Platform stage, this...this isn't appropriate, is it?"

"What's wrong with that? Weren't you just cheering for your junior sister Ruoxue? Now cheer for yourself too!"

Zhang Ruoxue smiled faintly and, mimicking Ye Yuchan's gesture, patted her shoulder.

"Yu Chan, you have to keep up the good work too!"

Ye Yuchan looked like she was about to cry, "No... I don't want to cheer..."

"You have to keep going even if you don't want to."

Yunping crossed his arms, letting the cold wind sweep across his stern face.

Clad in white, the young man in the courtyard rarely displayed such a serious expression. With a wave of his hand, a whirlwind of energy swept through the air.

"You'd better be mentally prepared for the next two months—"

"I'll show you what 360-degree, no-dead-angle, all-weather hell training is like."

63. Those who persevere through countless trials will find that diligence is rewarded in the martial arts world.

Yunping had his reasons for not allowing Yuan'er to participate in the Ten Thousand Sects Competition.

First of all, Yuan'er's double pupils have just been released, and the extreme power within her body has not yet subsided.

Although Yin Hanxue Bing told herself that there was no need to worry about Yuan'er's problem, Yun Ping did not want Yuan'er to use the power of double pupils before he fully understood how to use the ultimate power.

After all, those with double pupils are legendary beings no less powerful than the Black Dragon King. If they were to manifest too early, it would inevitably cause unnecessary trouble.

The old rogue was clearly someone who hated trouble.

So our little Yuan'er should just focus on practicing the piano and find a breakthrough in her piano skills as soon as possible.

As for the others, Yunping plans to spend about a month providing them with individual tutoring.

Unified instruction is too general and cannot be tailored to individual cases to improve strength. Since Yunping is determined to get everyone on the list, he must do everything in his power to guide everyone onto the right path.

"Yu Chan, pour water."

At noon, the sun is shining brightly.

The silver-haired girl in a maid outfit twitched her lips as she carried tea toward Yunping, who was comfortably reclining in an elderly rocking chair, legs crossed under a parasol, as if on vacation.

She silently placed the brewed tea on the stone table to Yunping's right, complaining, "So why do I have to do this kind of thing—"

"Of course!" Old Yun pushed up his sunglasses and said, "You promised to be my maid for a month, so it's only right that you do this, isn't it?"

“I know about being a maid, but the problem is, didn’t you say you were going to train me?”

"Your matter isn't urgent."

Yunping took a sip of tea, frowned slightly, then pushed it back to the other corner of the stone table and casually took out a bottle of purplish-black liquid from his storage ring.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, making a hissing sound, and then chugdled it into his mouth.

Ye Yuchan recognized what the old rogue was drinking; it was a carbonated beverage called cola at the time.

—Heaven knows where that old rogue got the Coke. Besides, why did you need her to pour you water when you already had something to drink?

After enjoying the refreshing carbonated drink, Yunping burped, then smiled at Ye Yuchan, "In short, I have my own plans for your cultivation. For now, you'll be my maid."

"Okay...you're the teacher, so you get to decide."

Ye Yuchan helplessly spread her hands, fanned her face with her fair hands, looked around, moved a white stone bench from a distance, and sat down next to Yun Ping, also seeking shade under the parasol.

Ye Yuchan, feeling a bit cooler as her snow-white skin was instantly covered by shadow, raised her head and gazed at a figure not far away, dressed in a strange outfit and covered in sweat under the blazing sun.

Zhang Ruoxue.