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

"probably."

—A vague answer was given.

Although Yunping could challenge the Heavenly Dao, he was not the Heavenly Dao and could not overlook everything from the highest perspective. He could only analyze a few things from the information Chu Xin had given him.

First: An organization called Yin Sha has set its sights on members of the royal family. There must be a deeper motive behind this. Otherwise, why would they fight with the capital? Even elaborate suicide attempts are not done this way.

Second: Yun Ping didn't know what secrets were hidden in Chu Chenxi's ability to step into the restriction set up by that kid Chu Lantian, but he was certain that the mysterious royal tomb was probably inextricably linked to Yin Sha.

Third: The existence of the Blood Emperor Gu means that someone wants to use Chu Chenxi to do something.

If you connect all three points, it's not difficult to draw a conclusion.

—Yin Sha, or someone who hired Yin Sha, wants to use this mysterious organization to distract the capital and capture Chu Chenxi, and in some way use Chu Chenxi to enter the royal tomb and obtain the treasures left behind by Chu Lantian.

This was what Chu Xin wanted to tell herself.

As for who exactly is the mastermind behind this...

Then we'll have to study it in more depth.

"I understand."

Having gathered all the clues in his mind, Yunping slowly stood up and gazed at Chu Xin, whose face showed an uneasy expression.

This member of the royal family was unsure whether Yunping would be willing to help him, because this was no small matter, and if it were to be carried out, it would be extremely troublesome.

You should know that most reclusive masters are extremely averse to trouble, and Yunping is no exception. Without a valid reason, the other party might not necessarily help him.

Chu Xin silently clenched the storage ring on her right index finger, already having decided that once Yun Ping asked for any benefits, she would take out the things she had already prepared.

However, the old rogue didn't give her that chance at all.

"I'll help with this. As for the tomb, I'll do my best to help your royal family sort it out."

"Is that so? Then please accept it, senior..."

She recited all the prepared lines, but before she could finish speaking, Chu Xin froze.

Her beautiful, crimson lips parted in astonishment as she stared, mesmerized, at the nonchalant young man in white robes before her—

"Senior, what did you just say?"

“I said I would help with this matter, whether it's the tomb or the Yin Sha, I'll take care of it.”

"But...but..." Chu Xin's mind was still a little dazed, "You really don't need to..."

"You don't need to care, right?"

Yunping finished Chu Xin's sentence for her, then spread his hands, revealing a carefree smile, "That's true, but where in this world do you get so many reasons? If you want to help, you want to help; if you don't want to help, you don't want to help. Why let so many reasons bind you? What's the point of living?"

Chu Xin: "..."

As expected of a senior, the thoughts of a reclusive master are completely different from those of ordinary mortals like us!

Fan Luo Kui, who was standing nearby, also spoke up at this moment, "Teacher, if we're going to help, then we need to..."

Before Luo Kui could finish speaking, Yun Ping waved his hand, interrupting her.

He raised his unique dead fish eyes and glanced disdainfully at Fan Luo Kui, who was enthusiastically engaged in what seemed like a professional habit. "You guys go and prepare your battle of the myriad factions, don't waste your energy on these messy things."

"I will handle the royal family's affairs and the Yin Sha's affairs personally. You would be better off doing more practice questions instead."

Ye Yuchan's mind immediately conjured up images of herself burning the midnight oil before exams years ago, and her body trembled slightly. "Practice questions?"

"Yes, you've been doing practical training for so long, and I haven't really explained the theoretical knowledge to you much. After this battle of the myriad sects ends, I'll take out my book, 'Fifty Years of Immortal Cultivation, Thirty Years of Kung Fu Training,' and expand your knowledge base."

……

Doesn't this name sound too familiar?

Is it published by the same publisher as "Five Years of College Entrance Examination, Three Years of Simulation"?

"Alright, I'm not going to argue with you guys anymore."

Under the silent gaze of everyone, Yunping slowly got up, stretched, and then put on a solemn expression.

"There are still a few days before the official start of the battle of the myriad sects. Your task is to consolidate your cultivation. I will take care of everything else."

"Remember your goal: anyone who disgraces Yuntian Academy will be punished..."

The young man in white, whose face had been radiant just a moment ago, suddenly turned incredibly gloomy. He formed his right hand into a claw, curled his lips into a sinister smile, and seemed to have dark clouds flashing in his black eyes.

At that moment, everyone, including Chu Xin, felt their hearts skip a beat.

"You'll soon know what Cloud Sky Academy-style corporal punishment is like~ Hehehehe..."

Yunping's laughter echoed throughout the large hall, reverberating in the ears of all the disciples for a long time.

……

Time flies.

Everyone eventually settled down in this spacious and bright palace, which even shimmered faintly at night like a luminous pearl.

With less than seven days until the official start of the battle of the myriad sects, Yun Ping does not plan to have them continue their special training during these seven days. Instead, he wants them to stabilize their cultivation as much as possible while also relaxing.

This is similar to how some schools give students an early break a few days before the college entrance examination. Often, what determines the outcome is not only one's own hard skills, but also one's mindset.

Humans are ultimately creatures controlled by emotions; true strength lies in mental fortitude, not in cultivation.

Yunping has never believed that cultivation level represents everything.

Moon stars are rare.

The smooth, bright moon illuminated the black curtain-like night sky, while the faint, ancient stars around it emitted a dim glow, their light farther away and more subtle than the moonlight.

In the darkness, a figure in white sat atop the palace, closer to the full moon, letting the night wind flutter his pale white robes.

He had a simple white jade wine pot at his waist. He looked up at the moonlit sky, neither laughing nor angry, neither happy nor sad, as if he had no emotions at all. He just sat there quietly.

Not far away, an invisible pillar of spiritual energy was slowly condensing, extending upwards from inside the palace—a symbol of Zhang Ruoxue using the power of the full moon to cultivate her own techniques.

Yun Ping lowered his head slightly, gazing in the direction of Zhang Ruoxue, a smile quietly creeping onto his face.

—This girl is really quite diligent.

Letting her pursue martial arts is truly the most suitable choice.

"The teacher seems to really enjoy drinking at night."

While I was thinking, the figure that I had noticed long ago finally rushed up.

He knew the other person's identity without turning around, so he continued drinking his wine, but with a flick of his wrist, he tossed the empty wine glass and wine pot to the figure behind him.

Snapped.

Jiang Yuetian stared at the white jade wine pot and emerald green wine cup in her hand, her eyelids twitching suddenly.

He skillfully poured Yunping a cup of wine, walked steadily to the young man in white, and then sat down.

"What's wrong, can't sleep?"

After accepting the wine from his disciple, Yunping did not rush to drink it, but instead stared at Jiang Yuetian with a meaningful look.

When asked the question, Jiang Yuetian hesitated for a few seconds, a look of embarrassment on her face, but finally nodded.

"It's normal to not be able to sleep. If you could sleep soundly, I would suspect that you are someone impersonating someone else."

"Uh--"

Faced with Yun Ping's teasing tone, Jiang Yuetian didn't know how to respond for a moment, so she just lowered her head and said nothing.

Yunping could tell that he was preoccupied.

Although Jiang Yuetian is usually not very talkative, he is the type who thinks a lot and does a lot, but says very little. His inability to express his own emotions is a major flaw in his interpersonal relationships.

If it weren't for the fact that the other disciples were all quite active and sociable, Yunping would have been really worried that Xiao Jiang wouldn't be able to integrate into the atmosphere among the other disciples.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Yun Ping spoke calmly, taking out another wine cup from his storage ring, filling it with wine, and handing it to Jiang Yuetian.

Jiang Yuetian gazed at the calm, lake-like liquid, hesitated for half a second, and then accepted it.

For some reason, he suddenly had the idea of ​​drinking the wine in front of him in one gulp.

And he did just that.

The consequence is—

"Cough cough cough... What kind of wine is this? It smells so strong..."

A blush crept onto Jiang Yuetian's stunningly beautiful face, which seemed like a gift from heaven. His neck turned red, and he coughed incessantly.

It's not that he can't drink; on the contrary, Xiao Jiang's alcohol tolerance is much better than Ye Yuchan's.

But the wine Yunping pulled out wasn't something just anyone could drink; if you didn't have some skill, your throat might get pierced.

With tears welling in her eyes, Jiang Yuetian stared at Yunping with a wronged expression, "Teacher, you..."

"Relax, relax~" Yun Ping patted Jiang Yuetian's fair shoulder like a rogue, unable to help but laugh out loud, "I was just teasing you a bit, to help you relax a little~"

"I feel like you're not just trying to provoke me, teacher, you're trying to kill me on the spot..."

"Am I such an outrageous person? Just kidding. A well-rounded young person like me, who excels in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor, would be featured in a youth magazine in our area."

Old Yun's words left Jiang Yuetian stunned.

Apart from the first sentence, Xiao Jiang didn't understand a single word of the rest.

Looking at the bewildered Xiao Jiang, Yunping smiled again, downed the drink in front of him, and then, without blushing, looked at Jiang Yuetian as if nothing had happened.

He poured another glass of wine and handed it to Xiao Jiang.

"Drink it, it'll make you feel better."

……

Jiang Yuetian looked at the wine that had almost made him choke, and this time, he didn't hesitate much before taking the glass.

Once again, I drank it all in one gulp.

The result of such a vigorous action was—

"Cough cough cough—it really is easy to drink!"

This silly apprentice almost coughed himself into a stupor.