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

what happened? !

She stared at Yunping in astonishment, only to find that the old rogue showed no sign of worry at all, but instead looked at the man in black robes with great interest.

However, Fan Luokui didn't see the Tai Chi diagram at all; her world only contained one person.

Ding!

The long sword was drawn.

Piercing through the clouds and tearing through the void, the cherry-haired girl staked everything on this one strike. It was a strike she had given her all to, a strike that represented the culmination of two months of training.

A martial art that transcends the void with a blade, pursuing the ultimate speed and precision.

The blade slashed! The air rang out! A dazzling light shone!

The intent of the Sky-Splitting Blade!

Unlike the Sky-Splitting Blade Intent she used in the past, Fan Luokui's speed when she unleashed this strike was not particularly fast, yet it appeared to be incredibly swift and quick.

It was as if time itself stood still for her, as if the moment the blade, containing endless mysteries, was unleashed, the world itself paled in comparison.

After two months of training, she has come to understand the realms of speed and slowness. Simple speed and sharpness cannot cut through the flow of water or the gentle breeze.

But a knife can scoop water, and a blade can control the wind—what Fan Luokui comprehended was not a strike that destroys all things, but a strike that controls all things!

This is the path she wants to take!

hum~~

pity.

"A very good cut."

The man in black robes stood there nonchalantly. In front of him, on the yin-yang symbol that swirled like murky viscous liquid, a deep mark suddenly appeared.

This was Fan Luokui's terrifying, timeless strike, and now, the only trace it left behind was slowly disappearing as the Tai Chi diagram rotated.

Rotate, balance, rotate again, balance again.

The Tai Chi diagram, imbued with endless mysteries, is like a gentle breeze and flowing water that a blade cannot cut through, or an impregnable fortress. Fan Luo Kui's blade cannot harm it in the slightest.

The man in black robes remained unharmed.

"I originally thought you were just constantly pursuing speed, but I didn't expect you to have reached this level."

He was lavish in his praise of Fan Luokui.

However, Fan Luo Kui's depleted spiritual energy and almost limp posture on the ground really didn't seem like someone who could accept praise. In her opinion, the other party's words seemed to contain a hint of sarcasm in addition to praise.

Of course, that was just what she thought.

To Yunping at least, the black-robed man's words sounded quite sincere; in fact, he seemed rather surprised.

Facing the fallen Fan Luokui, who was already exhausted and unable to get up, the man in black robes did not rush to take his victory. Instead, he looked at Ye Yuchan and the others who were standing there in a daze outside the sword formation.

And Yunping, with his half-smile, dead fish eyes, and nonchalant attitude.

He stared into those dead fish eyes for less than three seconds, then suddenly raised his hand and uttered words that shocked everyone.

"I concede."

……

In the blink of an eye, a magic circle appeared, teleporting the black-robed man out of the arena.

At the same time, his wooden plaque fell to the ground, turning into specks of spiritual energy dust and disappearing.

Have they given up...?

Not to mention Fan Luokui, even Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue found it hard to believe that what was happening in front of them was real.

Despite having an overwhelming advantage, and clearly able to easily eliminate Fan Luokui with a single sword strike, the black-robed man, who held such a decisive advantage—or rather, who was already on the scales of victory—actually jumped off the scales and voluntarily surrendered?!

What's happening here? !

You must know that they are currently in the capital city, and they are participants in the Ten Thousand Sects Competition, a grand event held once every ten years. Among thousands of cultivators, they hold a transcendent status!

You just admit defeat like that?!

Fan Luokui stared intently at the spot where the man in black robes had stood. An overwhelming sense of resentment suddenly welled up inside her. His surrender did not bring her any joy; instead, it filled her with endless resentment and anger.

This is even more painful than sending her straight to the bottom!

She slammed her fist on the ground of the fighting arena, sending shards of stone flying and creating a circular crater.

Clearly, she was very unhappy with the other party's humiliating behavior.

"Don't make that face. It's normal that you can't beat him."

A familiar voice reached my ears.

Fan Luokui's anger and humiliation gradually subsided. She turned her head and looked at Yun Ping and the others below the stage in astonishment.

Were they... watching the whole time?

Thinking of this, she suddenly lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her voice apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"No need to apologize."

Yunping shook his head, indicating that Fan Luokui didn't need to care so much. "You still won in the end, didn't you? Even though that guy let you win... But you don't need to worry about it too much. Like I said, it's normal that you can't beat him."

These words, when they reached the ears of the female apprentices, became crucial information.

Especially Ye Yuchan, a bold idea immediately popped into her mind—

"Hey you old scoundrel, that guy isn't your old flame, is he?"

Yunping remained silent for half a second.

He carried Jiang Yuetian and walked up to Ye Yuchan, his bright, dark eyes fixed on her.

"W-what are you doing?"

At such close range, Ye Yuchan could even feel Yun Ping's hot breath. She looked at Yun Ping with a bit of flattery, her little face unconsciously turning a little red.

Faced with Ye Yuchan's doubts, Yunping gave a very clear answer.

He slowly brought his face close to Ye Yuchan's, and under her blushing face—

He delivered a powerful headbutt to Ye Yuchan with his own head.

boom!

"Whoa—!"

The girl surnamed Ye cried out in pain, clutching her snow-white forehead and squatting down, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"What...what are you doing! It hurts so much! Are you trying to kill me?!"

Yun Ping sneered, "Who told you to go looking for trouble and question my sexual orientation? That person is clearly a man, of the same gender, how could he be my old flame?"

"I was just asking! Why treat me like this..."

Ye Yuchan touched her forehead, feeling wronged. Thankfully, she hadn't bumped her head and gotten a bump.

Fan Luo Kui was more curious about the man's identity; at this moment, the humiliation in her heart had not yet completely subsided.

"So, teacher, who exactly is that person?"

"Him..."

Yunping pondered for a while, wondering whether he should tell them the kid's information first.

Ultimately, he only chose to reveal some of the information.

"Well... all I can tell you is that his surname is Jiang, he sometimes wears black-rimmed glasses, and..."

—At this point, Yunping felt that he should perhaps not continue.

"Cough cough."

He coughed twice, put on a sunny smile, and looked at his female apprentices who looked puzzled.

He said vaguely—

"In short, you will see him soon."

"Yes, in the very near future."

97. Historically, blond hair has often been associated with handsome men.

then.

In the first round of the battle among all factions, all disciples of Yuntian Academy advanced without exception.

Apart from Jiang Yuetian and Fan Luokui, the other three disciples' matches were quite easy, with Ye Yuchan and Lin Yuan even sending their first-round opponents off the field in the blink of an eye.

Overall, it's a cause for celebration.

However, the fact that a certain man surnamed Jiang deliberately conceded defeat, allowing Fan Luokui to advance, left a lot of trauma on the cherry-haired shrine maiden. She could tolerate failure, but she could never tolerate the other party adding shame to her failure in this way.

This led to Fan Luokui keeping her head down with a gloomy expression after everyone returned to the palace, muttering to herself, "I must win next time, I must win next time."

Even while eating, the girl kept fiddling with her chopsticks, looking deep in thought as if she were figuring out how to deal with the unpredictable swordsmanship.

This action startled Fang Yan, who mistakenly thought that Fan Luokui had been bewitched—and indeed, she was acting strangely even while eating, looking like she was possessed.

From any perspective, that kid left quite a shadow on Luo Kui.

To be honest, Chu Xin and Fang Yan had originally planned to host a banquet to celebrate everyone's triumphant return, but Jiang Yuetian's coma and Fan Luokui's demonic state forced them to abandon the idea.

In the end, everyone still had a hearty meal in the palace. Although it wasn't a banquet, how could the food of royalty be meager? In a sense, the variety of dishes that filled the entire table could already be considered a banquet.

……

into the night.

dong dong dong.

Slow, steady footsteps echoed through the vast, dark palace.

The figure in white walked up the steps. After bidding farewell to Chu Xin and Fang Yan and instructing his other disciples on matters for the next day, he did not immediately return to his room, but instead stepped into a room on the second floor of the palace.

Pushing open the door, what came into view was a peerless beauty lying on the white jade bed, letting the moonlight spill onto her pale cheeks, wearing a pure white fitted cheongsam, her slender legs tightly wrapped in black stockings.