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

Why is this girl so close to others? She doesn't even act like this with her own sister.

I wonder what kind of spell this guy cast on this silly girl...

Chu Xin sighed sadly, then turned her back and walked out of the alley, leaving behind a sentence as she went.

"Forget about our identities for now, let's leave this place first."

"After all, we don't have much time left."

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The center of the capital.

The Battle of Ten Thousand Schools is a grand event held once every ten years. A few days before the Battle of Ten Thousand Schools, a huge martial arts arena will suddenly rise in the center of the capital.

It was as if it had been buried underground for a long time.

It is a square platform composed of tens of thousands of small fighting arenas. If you look down from above, you will find that some fighting arenas of different colors are combined to form a huge character "斗" (fight).

Its total area is so vast that it is almost half the size of Jinglin City.

However, the battle of the myriad factions had not yet begun, so the huge martial arts arena appeared somewhat empty and desolate.

However, in contrast, there was an enormous crowd that could not be counted before the golden gate leading into the martial arts arena.

A dazzling array of Taoist robes and precious magical artifacts—thousands of sects from across the Desolate Heaven Domain have gathered here, a spectacle that can only be witnessed once every ten years.

"The Great Wilderness Sect, the Azure Sea Pavilion, and the Hidden Edge Valley... they're all household names..."

Almost submerged in the crowd, Ye Yuchan could not attract anyone's attention except for her rather unusual attire—she kept looking around.

The sects she mentioned were all major sects that were recorded in cultivation manuals and even historical books.

In the past, she wouldn't have even bothered to look at these sects that were close to being the hegemons in the Desolate Heaven Domain!

—You should know that Tianbei Valley will also participate in the battle of the myriad sects, but it's not even Ye Yuchan's turn to appear, who usually doesn't even participate in internal disciple battles.

Fan Luokui and Jiang Yuetian didn't seem to care much about this. One of them came from the Northern Ice Palace, and the other from a Heavenly-level family. They had met so many important figures that they had almost lost count.

However, a number of teams still caught their attention.

"The people from the Three-Day Academy have arrived."

Someone shouted something, and everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to that direction.

Three days at the academy.

The Three Heavenly Academies, renowned throughout the three heavenly realms as an academy that will be remembered for eternity and immortality, having nurtured countless saint-level powerhouses, are naturally the focus of countless people's attention.

Ye Yuchan and the others looked around curiously, but it seemed that the Three-Day Academy was too far away from them, and with the crowd so dense, their vision could not reach the distance at all.

"Alright, stop looking."

Yunping slapped Ye Yuchan on the shoulder and laughed, "Anyway, we'll definitely see each other on the field in the future, so what's the rush?"

Ye Yuchan chuckled, "I'm just curious. The people at the Three-Day Academy are all geniuses, and I just want to see what makes them different from others."

"You'll see," Yun Ping said calmly, his gaze fixed on the direction where the Three Heavens Academy and the others were. "However, it will be in the martial arts arena."

Yunping was unsure whether Ye Yuchan and the others would run into the Three-Day Academy at the very beginning, but since it was the Three-Day Academy, they would definitely be able to make it to the final stage.

At that time, Ye Yuchan and the others will naturally realize how powerful the Three-Day Academy is.

……

Although there are countless sects that have signed up to participate, the capital is the capital after all, and the reputation of the Lantian Empire is not just for show.

The capital dispatched over a hundred Nascent Soul stage cultivators to ensure no one caused trouble. At the same time, highly efficient royal personnel personally registered everyone, and anyone who caused trouble would be beaten beyond recognition in an instant.

Under such a formidable situation, the registration process for the "Battle of Ten Thousand Schools" was quite quick, with almost no one experiencing any delays.

Soon, it was Yunping and the others' turn.

"next."

The black-haired boy wiped the sweat from his forehead and shouted loudly.

As a member of the royal family, he was originally just a low-ranking official, but he was promoted because of his mentor.

But it was also because of his master that he wasted his cultivation time and came to this godforsaken place to do things for the Ten Thousand Sects' Contest.

He glanced at the mountain of small wooden plaques piled up in his storage ring, and let out a long sigh of exhaustion—who knows when all these wooden plaques will be distributed?

Just then, he suddenly heard the girl's exclamation.

"Hey, aren't you the one who steals kills?"

Stealing kills? What do you mean by stealing kills?

Completely unable to understand the girl's words, but feeling that her voice was very familiar, the black-haired youth looked up blankly and met the girl's captivating black eyes.

At that glance, he recognized the person in front of him.

Similarly, I was so shocked I almost broke my jaw—

Because he saw someone his master had been talking about non-stop these past few days.

It is ordinary and unremarkable, yet it possesses unimaginable power.

The white-clad man was blinking and staring at her.

“I remember, your name is…”

Yunping looked at the young man in front of him with black hair and black eyes, a handsome appearance, and a black sword on his back.

He slowly uttered a sentence—

"Xiao Yan, right?"

……

The young man paused for half a second before awkwardly speaking.

"Senior, my name is Fang Yan..."

86. So here's the question:

Fang Yan.

Only now did Lao Yun recall this black-haired, black-eyed boy whose appearance seemed to belong to the same world as his own.

If you only mention the name Fang Yan, even Yun Ping might not be able to immediately recall this ordinary-looking young man who, apart from resembling a certain novel protagonist, has no other distinguishing features.

But what if we add the label "[Emperor Wen's Glorious History Research Group]"?

Yes, back in the Far East Snowfield, Yunping and his group unexpectedly encountered this three-person team that was specifically researching them, and they even led them into the Blackwater Abyss.

Of course, compared to Fang Yan, who had a very low profile, the woman who was deeply imprinted in Yun Ping's memory was another woman.

She has long, curly, fiery red hair and looks young, but her actual age is over 370 years old, and she is also a descendant of that brat Chu Lantian—

I think her name was Chu Xin.

Ye Yuchan, however, was different; she had a very deep impression of Fang Yan—

This is the guy who stole my head back then.

She looked curiously at the black-haired youth in front of her, who seemed flattered, and asked:

"What are you doing here? Aren't you guys from that research group?"

Fang Yan immediately gave a wry smile: "There's nothing I can do. The Empire is short-handed lately. Our group has been idle since we came back from the Dragonbone Wasteland, so they dragged me over here too."

"Speaking of which, what's going on with you all...?"

He looked at the noticeably larger number of people in front of him and scratched his head—

Fang Yan only remembered Lin Yuan, Zhang Ruoxue, Ye Yuchan, and Lao Yun. This was the first time he had met Jiang Yuetian.

Yunping looked at him with the kind of look one would give an idiot: "Now that we're here, what do you think we're here for?"

"Oh~" Fang Yan slapped his forehead and chuckled twice. "Sorry, my head is a little foggy. You guys are here to sign up for the Ten Thousand Schools Competition, right?"

He spoke blankly, counted the number of people, took out several wooden plaques from his storage ring, and placed them on the table.

On the simple, rectangular wooden plaque, neat numbers are currently engraved, which appear to be the plaque's serial number.

As is customary, Fang Yan asked, "So, what are the names of your sects?"

"Cloud Sky Academy".

As Yun Ping finished speaking, the four characters "Yun Tian Academy" suddenly appeared above the wooden sign.

Seeing this, Fang Yan pushed the wooden sign toward Yun Ping and the others, and uttered the words that he had already repeated countless times.

"Each participant will have a piece of spiritual energy. Once you inject your spiritual energy into it, the binding will be completed. When the battle of the myriad sects officially begins, cultivators with corresponding numbers will be selected as your opponents."

"Please keep your token safe, as it is the most important proof for your participation in the Battle of Ten Thousand Schools."

Indeed, if this thing were lost, it would be a huge problem.

Yun Ping took the token, checked it briefly, then frowned and said to Fang Yan, "Um, Xiao Yan..."

"Senior... my name is Fang Yan..."

"Oh, Fang Yan," Yun Ping said in a deep voice as he distributed the wooden plaques to several disciples. "Could you get me another one?"

"what?"

Fang Yan was startled, blinked, and then his cheeks suddenly showed a look of panic and fear.

He glanced at Yun Ping, then at the wooden plaque in his storage ring, recalling the terrifying scene of the white-robed youth kicking and shattering the eighth-order Azure Sky Array. His body trembled involuntarily.

"Um... senior, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Seeing Fang Yan's hesitant expression, Yun Ping raised an eyebrow in confusion, "What? Can't I have one more piece? Is there a quantity limit now?"

"No, no, no, that's not the reason... I mean, senior, you're already so strong, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to compete with us juniors?"

Fang Yan himself was also going to participate in the Ten Thousand Schools Competition. Just thinking about the senior in front of him going to take the stage made his already weak confidence instantly vanish.

Why bother playing ball when you're facing a senior whose strength is unknown? Just throw your sword and admit defeat.

However, his words made Yunping understand.

So this kid thought he could do it himself?