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

He lay there quietly, his chest subtly bulging with muscles. His features were impossibly handsome, and his fair, delicate skin was enough to make countless women envious. His purple hair fell to his temples, the ends of which hooked around his exquisite, jade-like ears. Exquisite and beautiful, a solemn expression appeared on his stunningly handsome face. Then, his willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his pink lips trembled as if he had seen something terrifying.

Jiang Yuetian, Yunping's second disciple.

Of course, it's a man.

"This kid, really..."

Yunping shook his head helplessly and slowly walked towards the figure on the white jade bed.

He walked around the distinctive red camphor wood table in the royal palace, casually picked up a chair with exquisite carvings, sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked at Jiang Yuetian, whose expression was becoming increasingly flustered and who was sweating profusely.

The bright moon and stardust, their light spilling like water.

Yunping swiftly unleashed three vibrant green magic spells towards Jiang Yuetian's head, chest, and abdomen with his right hand. As someone well-versed in countless magic spells and possessing exceptional comprehension, the healing techniques imprinted in his memory were numerous.

You Tian still needs to participate in a second round of competition. If Jiang Yuetian is left to heal his injuries on his own, it will probably take at least ten days to half a month for him to fully recover.

Although he was only mentally and physically exhausted and his meridians and spiritual roots were not damaged, theoretically he could recover to normal after sleeping more, but there was not much time for him to waste now.

As the emerald green mantra symbolizing life entered his body, the fear on Jiang Yuetian's face gradually subsided, and his panicked state of mind slowly recovered—it seemed that he must have encountered something terrifying in his dream that was unbearable.

Fortunately, the three spells cast by Yunping not only had the ability to heal the body, but also had a calming effect, which temporarily stabilized Jiang Yuetian's extremely unstable mind.

"He ran into the enemy he least wanted to face in the very first round. This kid must be pretty upset."

Looking at the increasingly calm cheongsam-clad beauty, Yunping sighed and reached out to stroke her fair forehead.

A warm feeling emanated from his palm. Yun Ping smiled as he looked at his disciple who had followed him for many years. To a large extent, he could say that he had watched Jiang Yuetian grow step by step to where he is today.

Although Yun Ping could not interfere in or change the first ten years of his life, at least from the moment he stepped into Yuntian Academy, Yun Ping was determined to watch over this kid for the rest of his life.

"father……"

Suddenly.

Jiang Yuetian murmured something.

A smile almost unconsciously crept onto his lips, a smile Yunping had never seen before—a smile of complete bliss.

At the bedside, Jiang Yuetian quickly grasped his hand, smiling as if he were holding his father's hand.

Yunping looked at his tightly clenched hand and intended to pull away immediately, but before he could exert any force, Jiang Yuetian frowned and uttered a sentence.

"Dad, you promised you'd watch the fireworks with me..."

Yunping was taken aback by the two consecutive calls of "Dad".

What does this mean? Does this kid want to recognize him as his godfather?

The image of Jiang Huaru's aggressive demeanor involuntarily surfaced in Yunping's mind, and he shuddered. He had no desire to have anything to do with that woman.

but……

Jiang Yuetian kept talking in her sleep, sometimes laughing, sometimes frowning, sometimes surprised, and sometimes worried.

Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are all displayed here.

It was at this moment that Yunping remembered that Jiang Yuetian had revealed something to him not long after entering Yuntian Academy.

His father, the former head of the Chiang family, had been dead for many years.

It seems that he passed away in an accident when he was six years old.

"Alas... my life is so hard."

The old rogue couldn't help but sigh, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally withdrew his hand.

Jiang Yuetian frowned again, as if he really felt it, but soon he fell into a new dream, only this time, he did not utter a single word in his sleep.

This past, no matter what, must be overcome.

Yunping knew this well. Rather than letting Jiang Yuetian transfer all his emotions to him and make him his future support, it was better to let him remember the past alone and walk his own path.

A teacher is always just a teacher.

The young man in white slowly rose, having already cast three spells. Jiang Yuetian's mental state would gradually calm down, and judging from the current situation, he should be fully recovered by tomorrow morning.

He pushed the chair back to its original position and turned to leave—

In an instant!

Three unusual auras appeared in Yun Ping's divine sense!

He paused, looking in the direction of the three auras. His gaze passed over the wall, through the attic, and reached a luxurious and spacious room.

That is……

"Luo Kui".

Fan Luokui's room!

A darkness purer than the night itself enveloped a corner of the palace.

The vast palace was now completely shrouded in darkness, with no light reaching even a fraction of the moonlight. Three figures stood in the absolute darkness, their forms completely concealed.

As assassins among cultivators, the three were skilled in assassination and were confident that they could conceal their aura without being detected by Nascent Soul stage experts. Even Void Realm cultivators would probably not be able to find their whereabouts unless they carefully summoned their divine souls.

Ten Killings.

That's their title; they are the ten strongest assassins in the Yin Sha organization.

now.

Fan Luo Kui was sitting upright on the bed. She did not choose to rest. For cultivators, rest is not an absolute necessity. Just like food, absorbing spiritual energy can also prevent the spirit from becoming decadent.

She is currently in a state of cultivation, perhaps still troubled by the competition among the myriad sects, and wants to do her best to cultivate and improve herself.

"Is this the woman? The one who killed the drug dealer?"

Standing atop the palace, completely shutting out his own words, a burly man with explosively muscular arms was now glaring menacingly at the cherry-haired girl by the window in the cold wind.

It is worth mentioning that he was not wearing any kind of night clothes at this moment, but instead chose a tight-fitting garment that exposed his arms and legs. His arms and legs were covered with bright red stripes that looked like blood, and complex incantations were swirling around them.

One of the Ten Fiends, Fiend Blood, at the Lesser Completion stage of the Opening Yuan Realm.

Beside him, a short, dark figure habitually hunched over, holding a long, black sword that blended completely into the darkness. Without careful observation, the blade was impossible to discern; at first glance, it looked as if he were holding a broken sword with only the hilt remaining.

The chill emanating from his entire body was terrifying, not the tangible chill of Jiang Yuetian's cold spear shadow, but a chill that penetrated the mind and soul, making one's spirit tremble.

A chilling killing intent, like that of an ancient ice cave, surged forth from his rather short body.

One of the Ten Fiends, Leng Dao, is a beginner in the Kaiyuan Realm.

He covered his face with a dark strip of cloth, revealing only his cold, sinister eyes, and his hoarse words spilled from the cloth.

"She doesn't look like someone who could kill Bai Mian at all. She's only at the peak of the Transcendental Stage."

"Bai Mian is at the Kaiyuan stage and is very cautious. She shouldn't be able to kill Bai Mian."

"—That's not how you say it."

In response, the third of the Ten Fiends issued a rebuttal.

He didn't look like an assassin at all. He was well-dressed and had a refined appearance. Apart from being a little pale, the man dressed as a poor scholar had his head tilted back and was even carrying a tattered basket on his back.

When he spoke, he was so weak that he sounded almost like a dying patient.

"Maybe they... are actually hiding something?"

One of the Ten Fiends, Black Mist, at the beginning of the Kaiyuan Realm.

Leng Dao was taken aback at first, then asked in confusion, "You mean there's something wrong with her Taoist robe?"

"I think it's very likely."

Black Mist narrowed his eyes, staring at Fan Luokui's unique red and white Taoist robe, and said calmly, "Perhaps White Face was fooled by this robe. I believe no one would deliberately make a Taoist robe look like this. I'm afraid there's something extraordinary inside this robe."

“And that scabbard.” As someone who has a particular fondness for swords, Leng Dao could tell at a glance that Fan Luo Kui’s jet-black scabbard was no ordinary item. “I can tell that the scabbard, as a magical artifact, is definitely extraordinary, at least a King-grade magical artifact.”

"That's not enough."

Black Mist rationally analyzed, "If that's all, it might not be enough to kill the cautious White Face. She might be hiding something else."

"Humph!"

Sha Xue coldly snorted, his unusually large fists slamming into his chest. He glared fiercely at Fan Luo Kui not far away, his scarlet eyes filled with murderous intent.

"I don't care if she's hiding anything! All I want to do right now is twist this woman's head off, then chop off her limbs and use her blood to sacrifice to Bai Mian!"

“Bloodthirst, don’t get so agitated.”

As one of the few rational people among the Ten Fiends, Black Mist knew that Fiend Blood was about to take action when he saw his furious expression, so he immediately spoke up to stop him.

He didn't want Sha Xue to follow in Bai Mian's footsteps; heaven knows how many unknown things this woman had up her sleeve.

"If I'm not excited, who is?!" Bloodthirst glared angrily at the black mist, then shot a hateful look at Fan Luo Kui, "That woman killed White Face, killed my brother!"

"I must avenge Bai Mian!"

"Bloodlust!"

The moment the black mist uttered the name of Bloodthirst, the latter sprang forth like a cannonball, its terrifying spiritual energy unleashed in an instant, its restless rage transforming into boundless power that surged into Bloodthirst's body.

Seeing Bloodlust's reckless actions, Black Mist couldn't help but facepalm, "That idiot!"

"Alright, let's go too—at least we have to keep an eye on him."

Leng Dao chuckled, and before he finished speaking, he vanished from the spot at a speed no slower than Sha Xue.

Black Mist watched his two companions walk away and sighed helplessly.

"Didn't these two guys really notice?"

He craned his neck, looked up at the Tai Chi diagram that had suddenly appeared above him, and shook his head.

"There's still a guy here, watching us."

……

Meanwhile, in an alleyway far from the palace, a figure in black robes smiled slightly.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let any of you touch her."

With his right hand, he slashed through the void in front of him with a silver blade, cutting out a Tai Chi diagram, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy rushed into it.

The serene words echoed back and forth in the confined space.

"Time changes and stars shift."