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

But the faint tapping sound, falling into the ears of the blood-covered men, was like the unhurried footsteps of death, approaching their throats step by step.

Trembling with fear, their bodies were already tortured beyond recognition, their knees, oozing thick blood, were in direct contact with the cold ground. They didn't even dare to look up or gaze at that figure.

Their pale lips trembled slightly, and one of them, as if unable to bear the oppressive feeling that was about to destroy his soul, raised his neck in terror.

"Your Highness, I..."

Before he could finish speaking...

His vision began to spin in a way that defied common sense, and the words stuck in his throat were forcibly erased.

Before he even had a chance to react, a thin line of blood appeared on his neck.

The body and head are separated.

thump.

After his head spun several times in mid-air, it crashed heavily to the ground, and the gushing blood sprayed onto the other people like a fountain.

died.

He was killed just like that.

They couldn't even figure out when the opponent made their move before being beheaded by a method invisible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, the others quickly pressed their heads down to the ground, letting the smell of blood fill their nostrils, but dared not utter a single word.

In the silence, the figure sitting at the long white table in the distance slowly stood up, his face still hidden in the shadows.

Deep, cold words, carrying a ruthless, indifferent killing intent, came from beneath the hood—

"I thought you wouldn't fail, but even with four peak-stage cultivators attacking at the same time, you still failed to capture a girl who had just reached the Spirit Platform stage."

His sharp gaze, like a sword, pierced one of the men who was kneeling and kowtowing.

"I need an explanation."

After speaking.

The man felt as if the meridians in his body no longer belonged to him. An irresistible force forced him to straighten up and suddenly raise his head to face the dark figure.

The terrifying aura emanating from the other party made him feel suffocated, and even breathing became difficult.

However, he knew he had to speak up.

If there is no explanation, then they will all have to die here today.

Because it would be too easy for this person to kill them.

"Your Highness..." he began, his voice trembling, his face ashen. "We have indeed successfully found that girl, but... but..."

"But what?" the person addressed as Your Highness asked impatiently.

Sensing the threat of death, the man's body trembled involuntarily. He hurriedly explained, "But we encountered a female cultivator in the Transcendental Stage on the way. With our strength, we are no match for her."

A female cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage?

The shadowy figure spoke in a slightly somber tone, as if deep in thought.

After a moment, he asked again, "Was the female nun wearing the Imperial Seal?"

The man thought for a moment, then shook his head timidly.

"No...no."

"What kind of Taoist robe was she wearing?"

"The Taoist robe... I remember that Taoist robe. It was a red and white garment with very little fabric... It looked more like a woman's ordinary clothing than a Taoist robe."

"kindness?"

The shadowy figure fell into deep thought again. In his memory, there was no sect whose robes were red and white, and resembled women's clothing.

Are these guys lying?

He subconsciously focused his suspicions on these individuals.

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

—It's unlikely he was lying. If he really wanted to deceive himself, he should at least have made a decent-looking Taoist robe.

It would be foolish to fabricate a non-existent garment to arouse suspicion.

Moreover, he believed that his identity was enough to instill fear and dread in them, and that under the horror of death, they would be unable to lie.

In other words—

That female cultivator probably really exists.

"Never mind."

With a wave of his hand, the invisible hand gripping the man's neck disappeared.

The person being questioned immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then hurriedly knelt down and prostrated himself, fearing that he might anger His Highness and bring about his death.

"Since you are cultivators in the Transformation stage, then it is indeed no wonder that you are like this."

"Get lost."

At his command, the wounded men breathed a sigh of relief, thanked him profusely, and rushed out of the dark room.

So, only the dark figure remained in the room.

He remained silent for a while, then took out a pale blue jade slip from his storage ring and poured his deep spiritual energy into it.

After a subtle tremor, the expected voice rang in his mind.

"Your Highness, how is it?"

Faced with the other party's cold questioning, the shadowy figure hesitated for half a second before speaking decisively—

"We were disrupted by a Transcendental Realm cultivator who appeared out of nowhere."

"Is that so?"

As if he had expected it, there was little surprise in the other person's tone.

The shadowy figure also sensed this and asked, "You knew things weren't that simple?"

“If it were simple, I would have done it myself instead of having you do it.”

"You're afraid your identity will be exposed, that's why you came to us."

"As long as you know."

The dark figure trembled slightly; the other person's words had clearly provoked his displeasure.

However, considering the other party's identity, the shadowy figure did not choose to let his anger erupt, but forcibly suppressed it.

He calmed himself down and tried his best to speak to the other person in a steady voice.

So what do we do now?

“I left some marks on that girl, the Blood Emperor Gu. You should know about this thing.”

The shadowy figure did indeed know about this thing; he also knew that the Blood Emperor Gu was not an ordinary Gu worm.

He took a deep breath and couldn't help but marvel at the other party's methods, "To use the Blood Emperor Gu on a little girl, you imperial people are truly cruel."

"Because she had to die, and before she died, she had to fulfill her purpose."

The shadowy figure chuckled. "May I ask what its function is?"

After he said that, the other person remained silent for a few seconds.

What followed was an utterly chilling warning.

"Control your curiosity, Your Highness. I don't want to become your enemy in the future just to erase any trace of you."

"rest assured."

The shadowy figure seemed to have anticipated the other party's anger, saying, "We, Yin Sha, never inquire about our customers' privacy."

"I hope so."

After leaving these four words, the jade slip in the shadowy figure's hand stopped shining.

This means the other party unilaterally ended the communication; it seems that the Imperial man didn't particularly enjoy talking to the shadowy figure.

In the cramped, dark, dungeon-like space, the shadowy figure chuckled sinisterly twice before slowly disappearing into the darkness.

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the other side.

Inside the courtyard house.

Three full days have passed since the live-fire training officially began.

Over the past three days, Ye Yuchan and the others have undergone unspeakable and painful training. Facing puppets that are far stronger than themselves, they have been tortured to the point of being miserable.

If it weren't for the sumptuous dinners prepared by Yunping every night to help them recover their energy and injuries, they probably wouldn't have been able to hold on for long.

That's right, the old rogue's cooking can heal injuries.

God knows why, after a good night's sleep after dinner, all the big and small wounds on my body seem to heal, and I feel no fatigue at all, immediately ready to throw myself into being tortured with full energy.

As expected of an old rogue, he can even cook so amazingly.

Even Duan Chenxi, after eating Yunping's cooking, although she didn't rave about it, would eat until she was stuffed at every meal.

Of course, on the surface, she continued to speak ill of Yunping and complain about the irrationality of the puppet training.

Even so, by the third day, Duan Chenxi no longer looked down on Yunping's training plan.

—Because the disciples, who have been tortured hundreds or thousands of times, have found a way to win.

"Get out of my way!"

Zhang Ruoxue's entire body erupted with roaring flames, forcing Puppet No. 1, who was originally planning to give chase, to retreat a step.

However, as if she had anticipated this, Zhang Ruoxue immediately lunged forward and tightly gripped the wrist of Puppet Number One with her right hand.

When the undead puppet number one retaliated, Zhang Ruoxue stomped down hard, creating a small circular crater in the ground.

This caused a subtle shift in the center of gravity of Puppet No. 1, and a burst of red light flashed from the arm armor artifact, as a lava right leg several meters long suddenly slammed down from above the head of Puppet No. 1!

boom!