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

My divine sense swept over it.

In the blink of an eye, Yunping located Zhang Ruoxue's position—not far from where he was standing, just a few steps away.

"Let's go see Ruoxue."

After he finished speaking, he picked up Jiang Yuetian and walked straight towards the martial arts arena where Zhang Ruoxue was.

Ye Yuchan was taken aback upon hearing this, but quickly recovered and strode after him.

—In a way, Zhang Ruoxue was Yunping's second most worried disciple.

If the Jiang family hadn't interfered in this battle of the ten thousand factions, Yunping would probably have arrived at Zhang Ruoxue's fighting arena immediately.

Because this girl's cultivation level is too low.

Having once ruined her own cultivation and techniques, she would inevitably lag far behind other disciples if she wanted to start over. In addition, Zhang Ruoxue's talent was not high, so she could not rise in cultivation as quickly as Ye Yuchan. She could only take one step at a time and make steady progress.

The term "prospective cultivator" encompasses all cultivators from the Spirit Palace stage to the Spirit Platform stage. In other words, Zhang Ruoxue, who is currently only at the Spirit Palace stage, is at the very bottom of the food chain in the battle among the myriad sects.

To use a metaphor, she would be like an ant crawling on the ground, completely at the mercy of others.

Just like the Spirit Palace stage cultivator that Yuan'er encountered who was instantly killed by Xianyin, she is very likely to encounter a cultivator at the peak of the Spirit Platform stage, and then be defeated in one move under the immense suppression of the realm.

However, ants are not always so weak.

boom!

A fiery inferno appeared behind the girl like the descent of a fire god, her long black hair dancing wildly with the leaping crimson flames, and two sharp, sword-like glints shot from her sky-blue eyes—

She stood in the arena, resembling a war god, her right hand clenched into a fist, mercilessly throwing a powerful straight punch forward. Behind her, the phantom of the fire god also unleashed a scorching iron fist, as hot as molten lava, forward.

The thin-looking man clearly possessed the cultivation level of the Lesser Completion of the Profound Realm, yet he was currently encased within a wall formed by endless flames, unable to take even a single step out.

Not only that, he also had many burn marks on his body, large pieces of his Taoist robe were scorched, and his face was covered with rings of bruises, clearly from being punched.

At that moment, he raised his hands in terror, put down the sword in his hand, and shouted loudly.

"I surrender! I...I surrender!!"

Faced with the oncoming iron fist, he dared not resist at all. Instead, he closed his eyes tightly and, feeling frustrated and fearful, chose to admit defeat.

The wind howled past.

Zhang Ruoxue's fist stopped in mid-air, less than ten centimeters away from the man's nose. The fierce wind from the punch cut across the man's face like a knife, blowing the hair on his forehead.

The flames slowly dissipated, the girl withdrew her right fist, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and a confident and joyful smile appeared on her face.

Zhang Ruoxue – Victory.

The sword formation disappeared, and the figure of the thin man also left the arena under the teleportation of the magic array.

It was at this moment that Zhang Ruoxue saw Ye Yuchan and Yun Ping in the audience.

"I won!"

She leaped off the fighting arena, her face beaming with uncontainable joy.

"Well done." Yunping didn't hold back his praise for Zhang Ruoxue. "To win the game so easily against an opponent who is a whole realm higher than you, you really did a great job."

"of course!"

Ye Yuchan hugged Zhang Ruoxue tightly, rested her head on her shoulder, and said to Yun Ping with a smile, "Our Ruoxue is really amazing~ Except for her low cultivation level, she's super strong in everything else~"

Zhang Ruoxue blinked and silently pressed Ye Yuchan's head down. "Why do I feel like you're mocking my low cultivation level?"

"How could that be?" The silver-haired girl chuckled. "Do I look like that kind of person?"

"Spending too much time with teachers can make you into all sorts of people, it's not surprising."

When Zhang Ruoxue gave him a strange look that was also a little disdainful, Yunping suddenly felt like he had been caught in the crossfire for no reason.

Ye Yuchan's current state has absolutely nothing to do with me!

……

perhaps?

"Ahem." Clearing his throat, Yunping chose to divert the two girls' attention by changing the subject. "Speaking of which, now that Xiao Jiang is finished, Ruoxue and Yuchan have also won, and Yuan'er completely crushed them, so only..."

Fan Luokui.

Just as Yunping was about to use his divine sense to search for Fan Luokui's location, Zhang Ruoxue suddenly spoke up.

"Speaking of which, I think I saw Luo Kui earlier, not far away."

"Eh?"

Ye Yuchan blinked, then looked around.

As expected, she spotted a highly recognizable cherry-haired girl in a red and white shrine maiden outfit in a nearby arena.

"Ah, there it is." She pointed instinctively.

So everyone turned their attention to the direction Ye Yuchan was pointing, and the red and white figure that appeared in their eyes surprised the three of them, including Yun Ping.

If you ask why—

Fan Luo Kui was panting heavily. Her fair and delicate arms were covered with bloodstains, and her cherry-red hair was disheveled. She crouched down, constantly adjusting her breathing, like a wounded beast.

She gripped the blade tightly with her right hand, and clearly visible on the pure, snow-white blade of this magical weapon that had been with her for so long, two dents had appeared.

And anyone could see that Fan Luo Kui's spiritual energy was not sufficient at all at the moment, and was almost depleted!

Standing opposite him was a cultivator with the physique of an adult male, whose face was covered by a black cloak, who was carrying a bright silver longsword and was completely unharmed.

The former captain of the North Ice Palace's trial team was considered a once-in-a-lifetime genius for the North Ice Palace.

Fan Luo Kui, possessing peak cultivation at the Transcendent God stage and positioned at the top of the food chain amidst the fierce competition among sects, is at this very moment...

They've actually fallen behind!

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96. That man's surname is Jiang.

"Luo Kui...is she in a tough situation?"

From any perspective, Fan Luokui should be considered the strongest disciple in terms of overall strength.

Moreover, she participated in the Ten Thousand Sects Competition ten years ago and successfully entered the Lin Ranking. Now, she has gained a new understanding of swordsmanship in the Puppet Special Training Team. Logically speaking, she should have been able to rise steadily before officially entering the Lan Ranking.

Instead of being in such a sorry state as he is now, his pale golden eyes filled with a sense of impending doom.

Ye Yuchan rarely saw her with such an expression.

Inside the arena, her vibrant pink hair fluttered as her spiritual energy surged. Her mind was taut, her attention focused intently on the black-robed man before her. Holding her breath, Fan Luo Kui placed her right hand on the scabbard, and in an instant, the long sword was drawn.

Fan Luokui's eyes were fixed on nothing else; a flash of light appeared on her blade!

The lightning-fast slash, invisible to the naked eye, seemed to traverse space. There was no sonic boom, no hollow echo; it was as if this strike had stopped time and even brought the air to a standstill.

As the target of the incredibly swift strike, the man in black robes neither dodged nor evaded; his longsword slightly rotated, emitting a sharp, triumphant cry as if in ecstasy.

Ding!

Completely unexpectedly, he simply raised the blade slightly, effortlessly brushing aside the invisible glint of light.

Fan Luokui's supposedly incredible speed and slashing ability were utterly useless against him!

He seemed to be able to judge the slashes that most Transcendent cultivators could not fathom with unparalleled accuracy, and he used force-dissipating techniques to wipe away the force of the slashes!

That is why Fan Luokui found herself in such a predicament.

The man in the black robe fluttered lightly, his face hidden beneath the robe, making it impossible to discern his current mood.

He swung the sword backhand in a dazzling display, the silver longsword in his hand resembling a colorful ribbon fluttering in the hands of an ancient dancer, each swing sending a sharp, white sword aura hurtling forward.

"Tsk!"

Fan Luokui had no choice but to dodge, as her remaining spiritual energy was no longer enough for her to squander. Facing the surging sword energy that rushed towards her like a stampede of beasts, she relied on her excellent reflexes to quickly weave through it.

His breathing became increasingly rapid.

Speed, skill, judgment—aside from cultivation level, Fan Luokui could sense that the mysterious man before her was far superior to herself.

The first few lightning-fast slashes did cause him some trouble, and the Snow Condensation Slash even forced him to expose a weakness. But after that, it was as if his opponent saw through him, and every attack seemed to be within his expectations.

She was seen clearly, without missing a single detail.

—We cannot sit idly by and wait for our demise; we must find a breakthrough.

Fan Luo Kui didn't want to lose. As a disciple of Yun Tian Academy, she couldn't bear the shame of being eliminated in the first round.

She had to win! Defeat this seemingly invincible person in front of her.

His right foot slammed into the ground!

Fan Luokui's figure suddenly transformed into a phantom of lightning, swiftly and precisely grazing past the sharp sword energy rushing towards her. Her right hand pressed down on the scabbard, and her center of gravity suddenly lowered, like a cheetah running at high speed. Her spiritual energy seemed to merge with her body and mind, flowing rapidly through her meridians.

We must win! We must win!

With unwavering determination to win, she increased her speed to a new level, moving like a ghost and lightning—rushing towards the man in black robes with unparalleled speed.

He blocked all possible escape routes in his mind, and in his pale golden eyes, everything else vanished, leaving only the black-robed figure not far away.

Only one person remained in sight.

"Oh?"

The man in black robes seemed to sense something. He remained standing in place, but the silver longsword in his right hand emitted a faint white light.

The next moment, black and white light and shadow appeared around his body.

It was a half-black, half-white ring, with black and white blending together in a unique way to achieve a very special balance. At the same time, the silver blade seemed to be stirring the surface of water, slowly and heavily rippling.

Ye Yuchan recognized the ring; in fact, she was extremely familiar with it.

—The Tai Chi symbol.

Yes, floating beside the man in black robes is a Tai Chi diagram, representing the balance of black and white, and the harmony of Yin and Yang.