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

“You could say that,” Jiang Shaoguang smiled carelessly at Yunping. “Anyway, teacher, you’ve cleaned up my mess more than once or twice, so it won’t hurt to clean it up again this time.”

"I think you really need to be taught a lesson."

Yun Ping glanced at the blond swordsman in front of him with annoyance; he knew the kid's personality very well.

—A lazy person who hates trouble so much and just wants to sleep all day long…

Jiang Shaoguang yawned again, his eyes listlessly staring at the black mist and the cold knife. "So, teacher, what are you going to do with them?"

"What else can we do but hang him up and interrogate him?"

Upon hearing the words "torture," both Black Mist and Cold Blade felt their hearts sink, and the words "Hero, spare our lives!" nearly escaped their lips.

If it's just physical torture, they're not afraid at all; mere pain is nothing to the Ten Fiends.

Even if they subjected them to every form of torture, neither of them would utter a single word.

What they fear is the torture of the soul!

That was boundless pain, an agony a hundred or a thousand times worse than physical suffering. And if the other party truly knew demonic arts, the process of interrogating the soul would be absolutely horrific, and in the end, the soul might even be refined into a blood artifact...

That feeling was far beyond what mere pain could describe.

Jiang Shaoguang raised an eyebrow and said something that surprised Hei Wu and Leng Dao.

"Teacher, aren't you planning to hand them over to the people in the capital and let them handle it themselves?"

"The capital?"

Yunping showed a thoughtful expression, which made Heiwu secretly overjoyed.

The capital city is great! The people in the capital city don't know anything about torture. At most, they'll just get their bodies damaged. They'd rather be sent to the capital city!

They'd do anything as long as they weren't captured by this man and tortured to extract their souls!

To be honest, this was the first time they had ever felt happy about being captured by people from the capital.

—They certainly don't want to fall into Yunping's hands!

"No."

But the name Ke Yunping still sent the two of them plummeting from heaven to hell in an instant.

The old rogue shook his head and said in a deep voice, "This time, Yin Sha has its eyes on members of the royal family. Who knows, the mastermind might be inside. If we send them in, they might slip away at any time."

"Besides, I doubt those people in the capital will actually interrogate me, so it's better if I come in person..."

"Oh, I see."

Jiang Shaoguang glanced regretfully at the black mist, but did not refute Yun Ping's words.

Even so, Old Yun, who knew his disciple all too well, looked at Jiang Shaoguang with amusement.

"You little rascal, were you just thinking—if the capital could handle the Yin Sha, you could finally relax and go back to sleep?"

"Uh……"

Jiang Shaoguang chuckled, scratched his head, and yawned, "I've just been lacking sleep lately."

"Nonsense! Cultivators don't need sleep. They just need to cultivate more."

"That makes sense, but sleeping is comfortable, isn't it? Teacher, don't you often lie in that old-fashioned chair and doze off with your eyes half-closed?"

"..."

For a moment, Yunping was unable to refute Jiang Shaoguang.

Because sleeping is definitely much more comfortable than practicing meditation!

cough cough.

Back to topic.

Yun Ping slowly walked towards Leng Dao, straightened him and the unconscious Sha Xue, and then squatted down under their terrified gazes.

He looked at the two of them with a smile, but that warm smile, like the morning light, seemed like a devil to them. The words "a smile hiding a knife" were etched on his face.

Black Mist gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Yun Ping.

"Sir, do you truly intend to oppose the Yin Sha sect?! The prince's strength and background are beyond your comprehension!"

"Oh, what's this, starting to threaten again?"

"I am merely... reminding you not to act rashly against us!"

"hehe."

The old rogue chuckled twice with a sarcastic tone, having no intention of paying him any attention.

Yunping didn't care about the prince or anything like that. All he wanted to do now was quickly sort out the mess with the royal family and then quietly watch his disciple shine in the battle of the myriad sects.

As for Yin Sha's background and strength?

It has nothing to do with him.

He pinched the black mist's head with one hand, and several strange, unpredictable, and extremely complex spells emanated from his five fingers. These tiny characters rapidly penetrated the black mist's pale skin.

"you!"

The black mist gasped in astonishment, but before it could utter another word, excruciating pain swept over its entire body.

At the same time, the black mist suddenly straightened its back, and its eyes, which were full of horror and shock just a second ago, became turbid and ethereal the next.

He was like a puppet, being held up by Yunping with one hand.

In the dim light, the tiny incantations were continuously penetrating into the black mist.

Upon seeing this scene, Leng Dao, standing beside Hei Wu, was so frightened that he dared not utter a word, and the black knife in his hand fell to the ground.

He recognized it; this was the Daoist method of torturing the soul! The black mist's dazed, puppet-like appearance was a manifestation of his soul being tortured!

Good heavens! He actually managed to...

Could he be some ancient demon reincarnated?!

impossible!

This person had neither spiritual energy nor killing intent; he was just an ordinary person. He didn't look like the ancient demon who could cause rivers of blood to flow with a wave of his hand!

I don't understand!

An unknown fear filled Black Knife's heart. It was the first time he had ever felt such a deep fear of anyone other than that prince!

About half a minute later, Yun Ping smirked and casually tossed the black mist aside like trash.

At this moment, the black mist was convulsing violently all over, its features completely distorted, endless pain was tormenting it relentlessly, causing it to rot from the inside out, starting with its soul.

Yes, the soul of the black mist... is rotten.

Leng Dao witnessed with his own eyes how Hei Wu's body began to rot into ash, and his meridians and spiritual roots all decayed!

He... is dead...

Leng Dao dared not imagine what had happened in that dark and mysterious realm; he only knew that it was an indescribable terror and pain.

After discarding the black mist, Yunping slowly approached Lengdao.

Under the latter's gaze filled with unspeakable fear, he silently raised his hand.

"don't want……"

Leng Dao struggled and cried out. He could accept death, but he absolutely did not want his soul to be tortured to death!

However, Yunping ignored him and slowly lowered his hand.

Immediately afterwards—

Snapped!

He delivered a chop to the neck, knocking the terrified man unconscious.

Jiang Shaoguang glanced curiously at him from behind and asked, "Teacher, aren't you going to interrogate this guy?"

"What's the point of interrogating him?" Yun Ping turned around and said calmly, "I already know everything I need to know from that guy's soul. There's no need to waste time and energy messing around with a second one."

"Then why did you knock him out?"

Yunping silently crossed his arms, hugged himself, made a disgusted expression, and said coldly.

"The way he looked at me was disgusting. I suspect he might be after my beauty and has ulterior motives towards me."

"After all, these days, it's not just women who like me."

……

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shaoguang's face darkened, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently.

—It seems that even after not seeing my teacher for so long, he is still the same as before, shamelessly cheeky.

102. Jiang Shaoguang's Dark History

Since the necessary information had already been obtained through the Black Mist's divine soul, Yun Ping did not intend to kill Leng Dao and Sha Xue as well. He simply knocked them unconscious and prepared to send them to Chu Xin.

He used magic to bind the two together, wrapping them up in a ball—Yun Ping slightly raised his right index finger, and an invisible hand easily lifted the two, who were pressed together like a ball, and suspended them in the air.

Instead of rushing back to the palace, he turned around and looked at the young man not far away who had put on his black robe and hood again, covering his magnificent blond hair.

"Hey kid, aren't you planning to come back with me to see your junior sisters?"

“Junior sister…I only met her once during the Battle of Ten Thousand Sects…” Jiang Shaoguang lowered his hood and put his longsword into his storage ring. “That one wearing the strange red and white clothes, shouldn’t she be my junior sister?”

Without a doubt, the one dressed in red and white shrine maiden attire, and who clashed with Jiang Shaoguang in the battle of the myriad factions, was Fan Luokui.

Yunping unconsciously recalled Fan Luokui's rambling, seemingly lost in thought, racking her brains for a way to win during the meal, and nodded with a wry smile.

That girl probably still doesn't know that the one who beat her to a pulp in the martial arts arena was none other than her senior brother.

In a sense, being defeated by a fellow disciple isn't really that humiliating, since Jiang Shaoguang joined the sect much earlier than Fan Luokui.

It would be strange if Jiang Shaoguang were to be suppressed by Fan Luokui instead.

"The one you met in the martial arts arena is my newly accepted disciple. According to seniority, she should be your eighth junior sister."

"Eighth Junior Sister?!"

Jiang Shaoguang was clearly startled by the unfamiliar number "eight," his hood trembled slightly, and his tone became more surprised.