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

……

Shortly thereafter.

Since there is still some time before the official start of the battle of the myriad factions, Yunping and his group will temporarily reside in the palace as guests of Fang Yan, a member of the royal family.

Their bedroom was decorated in an extremely simple style, yet it exuded a luxurious and grand atmosphere through subtle details.

Looking at the house in front of her, which could accommodate dozens of people, Ye Yuchan pounced on the bed at almost the fastest speed she had ever been, and then hugged her pillow and rolled around incessantly.

The others stood outside the door, staring at the girl as if she were an idiot.

"Ahem..." Fang Yan awkwardly shifted his gaze away from Ye Yuchan, who was enjoying the soft comfort of the mattress. "Well, this is a prepared room, originally intended for guests. It has four floors, so even if we add a few more people, it should be enough for you."

"I see--"

Yunping slowly walked out of the house and sat down in the spacious hall, which was as big as a football field. Looking at the jade table with emerald bricks in front of him, he casually took out his special teacup and bowl and plate for peanuts.

He really didn't stand on ceremony. He immediately sat down on the redwood chair, crossed his legs, and acted as if he were at home.

This series of fluid movements completely stunned Fang Yan—

The old rogue turned his head, cracking peanuts, and looked at Fang Yan: "Hey you, where's your master? The descendant of that Chu kid, wasn't he saying he was looking for me?"

"Ah, what the teacher said..."

"I've arrived."

The light brown wooden door was slowly pushed open, and fiery red, alluring curly hair danced slightly. With a tall and enchanting figure no less than Jiang Yuetian's, the equally beautiful, yet somewhat arrogant, ice-cold beauty stepped into the room with her slender legs.

Chu Xin.

At this moment, she was still wearing the uniform from the Far Eastern snowfield, except that she had a deep blue rose-shaped brooch pinned to her chest.

"teacher."

Fang Yan bowed to the woman in front of him.

Chu Xin glanced at Fang Yan, walked up to him, grabbed his neck with her arm, and kept pushing his head against his proud breasts.

While giving him gifts, they kept laughing and scolding him.

"You're something else! I've only just gotten back and you've already given me such a big surprise!"

"Teacher...teacher..."

Although he could clearly feel the heaving curves and warm scent of his hot teacher on his cheek, he had to admit that Chu Xin was incredibly strong...

Judging from Fang Yan's miserable state, where his eyes were almost rolling back, it seemed that his neck was being tightly constricted, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Let go, teacher..." he struggled to utter a few words: "I'm... dying... let go."

Chu Xin chuckled and slowly released Fang Yan. But the black-haired youth had already walked right into the gates of hell, having been relived three times in a row. He collapsed to the ground, practically unconscious.

Upon seeing this scene, Yunping couldn't help but sigh—these days, even a large bust can become a weapon.

but--

Chu Xin straightened her expression and looked at Yun Ping, who was sitting with his legs crossed, cracking peanuts and drinking tea. After a long pause, she pondered for a while.

She did something that left everyone speechless.

Before everyone's eyes, the third princess of the imperial family, who was also the leader of the research group on the glorious history of Emperor Wen and a Void Realm expert, knelt down before Yun Ping.

"Chu Xin... greets our ancestor!"

……

The scene remained silent for a full five seconds.

Even Yunping was so frightened that he dropped the peanuts in his hand to the ground.

Ancestors... sir?

Apart from Fang Yan, who was already unconscious, everyone else—including Ye Yuchan, who walked out of the house with a smile while holding a pillow—stared at Chu Xin, who was kneeling down and performing the ancestral salute, as if they had seen a ghost.

Yunping's lips twitched twice. "What...did you just call me?"

Chu Xin showed no intention of getting up, continuing to kneel with her head touching the ground, and repeated the exercise with utmost seriousness.

"Our ancestors!"

"When did I become your ancestor? Wasn't your ancestor that kid Chu Lantian?"

"yes……"

Chu Xin's tone also contained a hint of doubt.

“But didn’t you say last time… that Chu Lantian… is your grandson? So, by that logic, you should be my ancestor’s… ancestor. It’s only natural to call you ‘Grand Ancestor’.”

……

What the hell? This silly girl actually took her own words seriously!

He was just joking with Chu Lantian at the time: "Whoever dies first is a grandson!"—it was just a simple, casual joke between men.

And this girl actually believed it?!

Yunping looked speechlessly at Chu Xin, who was performing the grand ancestral salute to him, and felt a headache coming on.

He was just about to explain to the silly girl when he suddenly felt an unusual vibration.

—The array he set up on Fan Luokui's Taoist robe...is acting strangely?!

That was a magic array that was only activated in critical moments. Although he had set up a dozen or twenty of them to ensure that his disciple would not suffer a fatal injury immediately, leaving it unattended could lead to a major disaster!

Now that the magic circle has been triggered, it means...

Fan Luokui encountered something that could threaten her life!

what happened? !

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A corner of the capital city.

The dark side that goes unnoticed.

A fierce spark ignited in her pale golden eyes as the cherry-haired girl gazed at the red-haired woman in front of her who claimed to be the third princess of the empire, and smiled faintly.

Chu Xin looked at Fan Luo Kui in astonishment, seemingly quite wary of her smile: "What are you laughing at?"

"nothing."

Fan Luo Kui shook her head, her right hand suddenly resting on the blade, her left hand held horizontally at her side, shielding Duan Chenxi's petite figure behind her—

"I just think that Yin Sha truly lives up to its name; even when it's acting, it's so realistic."

What are you saying?

Upon hearing the word "acting," Chu Xin's beautiful eyes trembled violently, but were quickly overwhelmed by a calm doubt.

Duan Chenxi seemed to understand the meaning behind Fan Luokui's words. She quickly grabbed Fan Luokui's clothes and said in a sweet voice, "Sister Luokui, do you not trust Third Sister again?"

“If she is the third princess of the empire, and your third sister, then I will believe her.”

“That’s her…” Duan Chenxi didn’t understand what her sister Luo Kui was talking about at all. “No matter how you look at it, Third Sister is Third Sister! Sister Luo Kui, what are you talking about?”

Seeing that Duan Chenxi was finally speaking up for her, "Chu Xin" once again adopted a cold and threatening demeanor, "Chenxi knows me better than you do. She believes I'm real, yet you keep slandering me. Can I consider your behavior as disrespectful to members of the royal family...?"

"defamation?"

Upon hearing the word "slander" again, Fan Luokui did not fall into a passive position as she had the first time.

On the contrary, she seemed to be listening to a joke, completely ignoring what the other person said.

With her right hand pressing down on the hilt, the magical longsword that had accompanied her in battle for many years trembled excitedly in its newly crafted dark scabbard, as if it could unleash a dazzling blade of light at any moment.

The words, spoken with certainty, came from her cherry lips.

"If you were truly a member of the royal family, then it wouldn't matter if you considered my words as slander. Unfortunately, you are not a member of the royal family."

Chu Xin sneered and confidently spread her hands, "Even now, you still want to say I'm fake?"

Do you have any evidence?

Fan Luokui...did not answer.

Seeing Fan Luo Kui fall silent, Duan Chenxi's eyes flashed with a hint of pity. She didn't understand why her sister Luo Kui would target her third sister like this.

Judging from her appearance, voice, and demeanor, Third Sister is definitely Third Sister; there's no way she could be a fake!

But...why...?

"Three people."

Just three words.

The moment Fan Luokui uttered those words in a low voice, Chu Xin's cold smile vanished abruptly.

The air suddenly became extremely cold, like the raging winds sweeping across the snowy plains of the Far East, or like the frozen caves buried beneath the vast glaciers of the Arctic Palace.

A suffocating atmosphere spread rapidly.

Duan Chenxi looked at "Chu Xin" in confusion, completely failing to understand what Fan Luokui meant by "three people".

In response, Fan Luokui casually drew the scabbard and blade from her right side, and a cold aura swirled around the black scabbard with azure-blue icy spiritual energy.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank my teacher."

The moment she channeled her spiritual energy into the scabbard, a faint, almost imperceptible divine sense swept across the entire area, revealing three figures, including Chu Xin, hidden in various blind spots in Fan Luo Kui's mind.

"This scabbard, as a magical artifact, possesses a certain ability to locate enemies. It seems to spread spiritual energy to the surroundings using divine sense. It must be said that the craftsman who created this magical artifact is indeed a genius."

"And with the power of this magical artifact, I saw—"

"Including you, there are three people watching my blind spot, preparing to attack me when I'm least on guard, right?"

Fan Luokui gazed at "Chu Xin," whose smile had long since vanished, and smiled faintly.

"Am I right, Yin Sha?"

next moment.

Chu Xin let out another cold laugh.

The purple blade, burning with black flames, sliced ​​through the air at an unimaginable speed. The two people hiding high above made their move the instant Fan Luokui uttered the word "Yin Sha".

Chu Xin also rushed forward rapidly. She held the black long dagger she had prepared in her storage ring in reverse, and her whole body blended into the shadows, turning into an elusive ghost, rushing straight towards Fan Luo Kui.