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

The backyard of a traditional courtyard house.

As soon as Ye Yuchan stepped into the backyard, she saw Fan Luokui and Jiang Yuetian sitting upright on the ground with their eyes slightly closed. Two unusual spiritual energies swirled around them as a strong wind.

They seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Fan Luo Kui slowly opened her eyes, clearly noticing someone stepping into the backyard. Her indifferent and lifeless eyes looked at the smiling young man, and her spiritual energy slowly receded under precise control.

She lowered her head slightly, performed the master-disciple greeting to Yunping, but her tone was quite dissatisfied.

"Teacher, you are two hours late."

"Well, there was nothing I could do. It took me a while to look after your Senior Sister Ruoxue." Yun Ping didn't seem to care at all that his two disciples had been left there for two hours. Instead, he looked at them with amusement. "So you two just sat there cultivating for two hours?"

Fan Luokui and Jiang Yuetian exchanged a glance, then turned around simultaneously, their sharp gazes piercing Yun Ping.

"Yes."

"And then you two... didn't say a single word to each other?"

Fan Luokui blinked, pondered for a moment, and said, "I have talked with Senior Brother Jiang about cultivation issues."

Jiang Yuetian nodded, and after holding it in for so long, she finally managed to utter a single word: "Mm."

……

Yunping sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

He should have expected that something like this would happen when two calm and collected people got together.

In Lao Yun's vision, his Yuntian Academy should be a harmonious and loving academy where disciples help each other and have close relationships. If possible, he hopes that every disciple can get along well with the other disciples.

However, both Fan Luokui and Jiang Yuetian are the type who don't talk much. Fan Luokui is used to having an icy expression, while Jiang Yuetian is not good at expressing her feelings.

—I was hoping they would start chatting, but I was just overthinking it.

Seeing Yunping's expression, which seemed like he had eaten something bad, Fan Luokui and Jiang Yuetian stared at each other in astonishment, clearly not understanding why their teacher would react this way.

Yunping simply waved his hand at this.

"Forget about these trivial matters for now, let's get down to business."

After speaking, the young man's expression turned serious, causing Fan Luokui and Jiang Yuetian to tremble slightly.

They knew that the important matter Yunping was talking about concerned their future.

"First of all, Xiao Jiang, put your matter aside for now. I need to deal with Luo Kui's problem."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuetian did not show the slightest dissatisfaction; he simply wanted to cultivate a little longer.

He closed his mesmerizing eyes, crossed his black-stockinged legs, and slowly drifted into a meditative state of cultivation.

Fan Luokui stood up stiffly, looking nervous—she was rarely this calm, but now, Yun Ping was personally instructing her for the first time.

Before this, she only knew that Yun Ping was very strong, even stronger than Yin Hanxuebing, but she did not have a clear idea of ​​his teaching level.

She wondered if Yunping had the ability to teach her.

After all, teaching ability and personal strength are completely different.

Just as Fan Luokui was pondering how Yunping would teach her, a flash of black light suddenly appeared before her eyes.

With her reflexes incredibly fast, she instinctively wanted to draw her knife, but before she could, the young man's right hand had somehow pressed down on her wrist.

Boom!

A black object hit Fan Luokui on the head.

"Waaah!"

Subconsciously, Fan Luokui let out a cute cry that didn't seem to belong to her.

Yun Ping squinted, a faint smile on his face. He slowly released his right hand from the girl's wrist, then bent down and picked up the black object from the ground.

"Don't get excited. This thing is for you. Even though you can't cut it, it would be awkward if you hit it home run."

Fan Luokui was taken aback, and then took the things that Yunping handed over.

scabbard.

It has a slender and beautiful shape, is engraved with azure ice flower patterns, is jet black all over, and has three white rings printed on the rounded end. Its bright color appears particularly smooth in the sunlight.

The moment Fan Luokui touched the scabbard, she sensed that it contained an unimaginable power.

A magical artifact—and a high-grade one at that!

As a disciple of the Northern Ice Palace, and one with an extremely high status, even vaguely designated as the next palace master, Fan Luokui has probably seen more magical artifacts in her life than Zhang Ruoxue and Ye Yuchan combined.

Even so, she was still quite surprised by the scabbard in her hand, because the feeling it gave her was completely different from other magical artifacts.

—That's only natural.

After all, this scabbard was a magical artifact that Yunping had commissioned a certain sage to meticulously craft over a long period of time. In terms of grade, it was at least a Heaven-rank magical artifact.

—For this reason, Yunping even took out the mushroom and chicken flavored instant noodles in advance to tempt that kid.

Fan Luokui raised her head in confusion, wondering why Yunping would entrust her with such a magical artifact.

"This is……"

"Is your scabbard broken? Without a scabbard, your swordsmanship won't be as threatening, will it?"

That's true, but—

"Here's a little gift for us!"

Yunping looked at Fan Luokui with a grin and answered her question before she could even ask it.

"..."

Fan Luokui pondered for a long time, then suddenly knelt on one knee, bowed her head, and gave Yun Ping a deep salute.

At the same time, it was said in a rather ceremonial manner.

"Thank you so much, teacher, for the Dharma implement!"

Everyone: "..."

It must be admitted that Fan Luokui, whose mind is full of etiquette, is truly a representative of being single-minded, almost equivalent to a hothead.

The thought that two of his four female apprentices were hotheads made Yunping unsure whether to feel lucky or unlucky.

He smiled wryly and urged Fan Luokui to get up quickly, once again trying to correct her embarrassingly impolite manners.

"Luo Kui, could you please stop bowing so readily in the future?"

"Why?" Fan Luo Kui tilted her head, her expressionless face conveying her confusion. "The proper relationship between master and disciple has always been inviolable, and that's how Lord Yin Han Xue Bing taught me."

"It's the Lingze Era now, the master-disciple etiquette is from so many years ago... It hasn't been around since the Tianjue Era, okay?"

"What?!" Fan Luokui stared at Yun Ping in astonishment. "But Lady Yin Hanxuebing, she..."

Yunping rolled his eyes, silently complaining to himself—

How could an old maid who has been sitting in a deep ice cave, lost in thought for who knows how many years, possibly know such a thing?

Of course, Yunping could only think these things to himself. If Fan Luokui knew that Yunping said Yin Hanxuebing was an old maid, she would probably be so angry that she would throw away the scabbard.

"In short, try to avoid these unnecessary formalities in the future, understand?"

Fan Luokui took a deep breath, still reeling from the culture shock.

If she, as the captain of the trial team, is like this, then the entire Northern Ice Palace is probably the same.

"I understand." Fan Luokui nodded, as if she had made up her mind. "I will try my best to control myself."

—The word "restraint" is used very well.

Yunping coughed twice, then straightened his expression.

"I will tell you the details about the scabbard later. Now you have to promise me one thing."

"what's up?"

"Stop using that martial art technique that you haven't fully mastered yet."

That martial art.

The martial arts technique that once crossed space and directly slashed Zhang Xiaohan's arm in Jingyuan Village.

The intent of the Sky-Splitting Blade.

Fan Luo Kui frowned. She didn't know why Yun Ping would suddenly bring up this martial art, especially since she remembered that she had never used the Rifting Sky Blade Intent in front of Yun Ping.

(Actually, it did, but she didn't know it. At that time, Yunping was flying in the sky in the form of an owl.)

"Why?" Fan Luokui asked, puzzled.

Seeing Fan Luokui's puzzled expression, Yunping looked at her earnestly.

Then suddenly a shocking statement came out.

"Because I'll get pregnant."

……

Fan Luokui stared blankly, feeling that her worldview had been greatly shocked.

Ye Yuchan was also stunned on the spot, and Jiang Yuetian was so frightened that he almost suffered a backlash of spiritual energy...

However, Yunping smiled with satisfaction.

"That's impossible!"

"call--"

Fan Luokui exhaled a breath of stale air. Seeing how serious Yunping was, she thought she was really going to become a mother.

Before she could catch her breath, Yunping added another sentence.

"At worst, I'll die, that's all."

Fan Luo Kui, “…”

The turn of events was so sudden that she experienced the feeling of being in a car crash for the first time, thanks to her single-mindedness.

It's like a novice driver speeding along the hairpin bends of Mount Akina.