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

Yunping silently complained to himself, then, seemingly absentmindedly, began pouring himself a drink.

"What's the reason?"

“My eldest brother… has wanted the throne for a long time. As the first in line, he has waited for over a hundred years, but Father has not abdicated in his favor. I think he must be very angry…”

"There might be treasures left by our ancestors in the royal tombs. He might want to send me in there to retrieve those treasures so he can ascend the throne!"

"This also explains why those people were wearing royal brooches..."

"Furthermore, at a time when all the major factions are vying for power, most of the capital's attention is focused on this matter, and there's practically no one left to deal with it. That's why Third Sister had no choice but to ask you for help."

The series of analyses was quite logical and well-reasoned.

Even Yunping looked at the girl with some surprise, "So you're not a fool after all! I thought you were just a little vase who could only whine and cry out for Sister Luo Kui, no!"

"You're the one who's just a pretty face! Everyone in Yuntian Academy is just a pretty face... except for Sister Luo Kui!"

Chu Chenxi muttered a few words of dissatisfaction, then raised her neck high, looking expectantly for praise.

"Hmph, so, how was my analysis? Doesn't it make a lot of sense?"

"There's some truth to that, but—"

Yunping also straightened his expression, a serious light shining from his deep black eyes.

"How can you be so sure that the one who wants the throne isn't your third sister, Chu Xin?"

"……what?"

Chu Chenxi thought she had misheard, and she stared at Yun Ping in astonishment.

The old rogue spread his hands and laughed, "Your third sister is also an heir, it's just that her order of succession isn't very good. If she gets the treasures in the royal tomb, it's not impossible for her to directly usurp the throne."

"Besides, she is also of pure royal blood, why don't you doubt her?"

"I……"

That cannot be refuted.

Chu Chenxi was unable to refute Yun Ping's words at all.

Yes, Chu Xin also meets all the criteria, and she is also a suspect.

But how could that be...?

Chu Chenxi didn't believe it; she would never believe that Chu Xin could be so cunning.

It was at this moment that Yunping glanced at her again.

"Alright, you're just a kid. Don't think about all this nonsense. I can tell your third sister isn't that kind of person."

"I'm saying all this just to save you trouble. You little brat, you should go and go to sleep with your sister Luo Kui."

"Whether it's the matter of the Yin Sha or the matter of the tomb, I will handle it."

"Do not worry."

After speaking, he placed his broad palm on Chu Chenxi's head.

Feeling the warmth from her palm, Chu Chenxi suddenly recalled a similarly tall figure.

But that wasn't his father; it was someone he couldn't remember no matter how hard he tried.

He was a very warm person, like the sun...

"Hmph...Hmph!"

Chu Chenxi snapped out of her daze, her face flushed, and slapped Yun Ping's hand away, saying angrily, "How many times have I told you, this princess is not a little girl."

Yunping shamelessly flashed a roguish smile and remained silent.

"Hmph, this princess isn't going to bother with a useless person like you! I'm going back to find my sister Luo Kui!"

Seeing his expression, Chu Chenxi was furious. She snorted again and then walked away angrily with heavy steps.

It was at this moment that Chu Xin, who had been tinkering in the basement for a while, slowly returned to the palace.

She happened to see Chu Chenxi walk into Fan Luokui's room and blinked curiously twice.

"What happened to Chenxi?"

"It's nothing. There's been a lot going on lately, and the little girl is quite sensitive, so I just helped her relax a bit."

As Yunping spoke, he turned to look at Chu Xin.

How's it going on your end?

Chu Xin sighed and shook her head. "I didn't get any clear answers. The one called Sha Xue was alright; he struggled and cursed as he should. But the one called Leng Dao was very strange."

"In all my years, this is truly the first time I've ever seen someone who can be tortured while grinning with a satisfied expression..."

—That's right. Compared to that guy whose soul and even body were tortured to the point of decay, even if Leng Dao died in the capital, his ending would be countless times better than Hei Wu's.

"but……"

Chu Xin changed the subject and said seriously, "That Leng Dao did reveal the locations of several Yin Sha strongholds. Although there will definitely be ambushes inside, it's not a bad idea to go and check them out."

"So, senior, what should we do now?"

At this moment, Chu Xin had completely handed over the decision-making power to Yun Ping.

She believed that this senior would bring this incident to a perfect end, for no other reason than that he knew Chu Lantian.

Old Yun remained silent for a few seconds before slowly shifting his gaze to Fan Luokui's door.

Yunping's answer to Chu Xin's question was simple.

"Wait."

"What?" Chu Xin didn't understand Yun Ping's words.

"We don't need to do anything now, we just need to wait."

"Wait for what?"

Yunping grinned, a smile that seemed to have seen through all the fog and found the treasure chest of truth.

"Waiting for all schools of thought to contend for supremacy."

104. What a coincidence! What a coincidence!

"Waiting for all schools of thought to contend for supremacy."

After saying that, Yunping walked away without explaining anything further to Chuxin, which left Chuxin racking her brains but unable to figure out the deeper meaning of his words.

Feeling sleepy, she made arrangements for Yin Sha and the other two, then went back to her room to rest.

Night was falling.

The day didn't seem as long as they had imagined, and soon everyone welcomed the second day after the official start of the battle of the myriad factions.

It is worth mentioning that after resting all night, Jiang Yuetian, who was originally the most seriously injured, was the first to wake up the next morning. Yunping's several spells had effectively healed his weak body and spirit. When he woke up in the morning, he was so energetic that even Jiang Yuetian himself was surprised.

However, considering the teacher's abilities, it's not surprising.

Following Jiang Yuetian from her room to the hall were Lin Yuan and Fan Luokui, who had been cultivating all night without sleep and whose mind was filled with sword duels, and then Zhang Ruoxue, who lived on the third floor.

As for Ye Yuchan, who was fast asleep—this girl was forcibly dragged out of bed by Ruoxue next door, and throughout the entire process of walking down from the second-floor room to the hall, she clung tightly to the blanket and refused to let go.

According to her own account, Zhang Ruoxue woke her up while she was playing dice with Zhou Gong (the Duke of Zhou in Chinese mythology), causing her to wake up from her dream just as she rolled six sixes and was about to win millions of gold coins. Now she wanted to go back to sleep and see if she could talk to Zhou Gong and get the money back first.

Yunping was too lazy to even bother complaining about why she would roll dice with the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with dreams) and go back to sleep to collect debts—two ridiculous things.

Previously, there might have been some doubts, but now Yunping is quite certain that if money can truly prove one's Dao, Ye Yuchan will definitely be the first among all disciples to attain sainthood.

—Back to the topic.

imperial capital.

Standing once again in the vast and magnificent martial arts arena in front of the Imperial Palace, Ye Yuchan rubbed her sleepy eyes, fidgeted with her slightly stiff shoulders, squinted, and lazily looked around.

Compared to the bustling crowds of yesterday, although there were still quite a few cultivators arriving at the palace today, the sheer number of people was not as spectacular as the surging waves of yesterday.

"Speaking of which, why do I feel like there are fewer people?"

"It's not just a feeling, it has definitely decreased."

Fan Luokui's fingertips revealed a pure white spiritual energy as she slowly wiped the smooth surface of the black scabbard. "Just yesterday, half of the cultivators participating in the Ten Thousand Sects Competition were eliminated. Some of them will stay to continue watching the competition, but most of them will go back to heal their injuries or simply leave the capital."

Looking around, Ye Yuchan did see quite a few cultivators who were clearly not wearing wooden plaques, yet they were still standing in the same spot, as if waiting for something.

These people look like those who were eliminated yesterday, or perhaps they are spectators who came to watch their fellow disciples fight.

So it is said that—

After straightening her arm armor and confirming that her spiritual energy was flowing smoothly, Zhang Ruoxue asked, "In the end, won't there be very few people left?"

Fan Luokui nodded: "Yes, so those who can win are basically elites, and they all have the opportunity to step onto the leaderboard."

After all, this is a battle of all schools of thought.

The first ten rounds of competition were all one-on-one and held in the martial arts arena. After ten rounds, the remaining two thousand cultivators would have the opportunity to enter the Lan Ranking or the Lin Ranking.

In other words, before entering the rankings, each cultivator must win ten consecutive matches. If they lose even one match, they are considered eliminated. There is no such thing as losing one match, winning nine, and then advancing.

This is what is meant by "the loser goes unnoticed".

In fact, on yesterday alone, hundreds of thousands of cultivators were eliminated in the Ten Thousand Sects Competition. Such a huge number is probably comparable to the total number of disciples of most sects in the Desolate Heaven Domain.

They were all completely eliminated within a single day.

The remaining two thousand people only have the opportunity to enter the list. They will have to fight fiercely again, and in the end, only two hundred people can enter the list.

With nearly a million cultivators participating, only a hundred were ultimately able to make it onto the list, making the competition among thousands of sects arguably the most brutal event.

"Sister Luo Kui~"

It was at this moment that a short, slender figure suddenly emerged from a corner of the crowd, excitedly calling out the name of a disciple from Yuntian Academy.

"Dawn?"

Fan Luokui looked curiously at the little guy who suddenly ran out and jumped into her arms. After spending a long time together, she finally became less afraid of Chu Chenxi, who was a child. Even so, her expression was still very stiff.

While Chu Chenxi was happily embracing Fan Luokui, enjoying the "face wash," Chu Xin and Fang Yan appeared before everyone without anyone noticing.

Ye Yuchan immediately recognized the young man with black hair and black eyes who was carrying a heavy sword.