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

"Ah, you're Xiao Yan, the one who stole my kill!"

"My name is Fang Yan..." Fang Yan gave a wry smile, feeling wronged. "Is my name really that hard to remember...?"

"It's not that it's hard to remember, it's just that seeing you easily reminds me of someone else."

Yunping smiled and brushed the matter aside for the time being, then turned to look at Chu Xin, "So, what brings you here? As royalty, shouldn't you be in the palace, drinking tea, eating cakes, and watching the show with a smile?"

"There is no such person in our royal family..."

Chu Xin twitched the corner of her mouth, defended the royal family of the capital, and then reached out, brushing her hand across Fang Yan's neck and hooking her arm around his shoulder.

Completely disregarding the contact between her soft parts and Fang Yan, she stretched out her fist and drilled into Fang Yan's head like a drill.

"I came to bring this kid to the competition, and I just happened to see you guys, so I thought I'd drop by and come over."

Yunping said "Oh," then looked around Chu Xin but didn't find the figure he expected. "Where's the other person? The guy who used his face to catch the Azure Sky Array in the Far East Snowfield."

You mean Li Junpeng?

Thinking of that arrogant and annoying idiot, Chu Xin's beautiful face showed a headache. "That guy is so annoying. If it weren't for the fact that he is also a member of the royal family, I would have kicked him out of the Emperor Wen's Glorious History Research Group long ago."

Upon hearing the bizarre group name, the old rogue, whose predecessor was Emperor Wen, chuckled twice and decided it was better not to steer the conversation toward his own dark past.

As they spoke, more and more cultivators around them began to emit a faint silver light from the wooden plaques hanging from their waists, and arrays of magic rose from beneath their feet.

This naturally included everyone from Yuntian Academy.

Upon seeing the wooden plaque gleaming at Fan Luokui's waist, Chu Chenxi obediently jumped off her Luokui sister, her bright eyes filled with longing.

"Go, Sister Luo Kui!"

"Ah."

Fan Luokui nodded twice, and then disappeared along with the teleportation array.

Little Yuan'er wasn't in a hurry to leave. Before heading to the martial arts arena, she fluttered her little feet and ran happily to Yun Ping's front, her two bright eyes staring at him expectantly.

"My dear kitty~"

Yunping bent down, patted Xiaoyuan'er's head, and then pinched her rosy cheeks, revealing a gentle smile.

"You must do your best in the competition later, Yuan'er. Your teacher will come to see you."

Lin Yuan, like a kitten, squinted her eyes comfortably, her expression one of great satisfaction, clearly enjoying Yun Ping's caresses.

"Mmm~ I'll do my best."

On the other side, Fang Yan, who witnessed this scene, muttered with a mixture of admiration and envy—

"If only I had someone to cheer me on..."

No sooner had he uttered those words than he felt Chu Xin's gaze upon him.

The princess of a certain empire stared at him with a meaningful smile, clenching her fists a few times, making a clicking sound.

"Really? In that case, should I cheer you on too?"

The deliberate emphasis on those three words is clearly meant to dismantle Fang Yan, rather than to genuinely encourage him!

"Never mind, never mind..."

Fang Yan dared not cause trouble for his master, so he immediately began to accept the teleportation and hurriedly fled this place of trouble.

It's true that the idea of ​​someone specifically going out to refuel a car doesn't apply to me!

—The heart of that black-haired youth was filled with sorrow and misery.

……

One by one, everyone accepted the teleportation and disappeared from the spot.

At the same time, sword formations continued to rise in the surrounding arena, and different figures slowly appeared above the empty space.

Old Yun was just about to go check on Yuan'er when he discovered that Chu Xin and Chu Chenxi showed no signs of leaving. The two, who looked somewhat alike, were staring intently at him.

"What are you two doing? Aren't you going to watch your Xiao... no, Fang Yan's match?"

Chu Xin waved her hand, her face showing no sign of worry. "That kid is very capable. There are some things about him that even I might not be able to see clearly. If nothing unexpected happens, he should have no problem getting on the list."

"Compared to that, senior..."

The moment the word "senior" was uttered, Yunping knew that Chu Xin was probably going to steer the conversation toward Yin Sha again.

As expected, Chu Xinru asked, "What did you say last night that we should wait for...? What exactly are we waiting for?"

"Didn't I say we'd wait for all the factions to clash?"

“But now it’s a battle of all factions…” Chu Xin couldn’t understand what the senior in front of her was thinking at all. She asked anxiously, “Senior, I hope you can explain it more clearly.”

"It's clear enough. It wouldn't be much clearer if it were clearer. In short, just wait."

"..."

Chu Xin hesitated for a moment, and then swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

She let out a long sigh, swallowing back all her countless doubts, and said in a deep voice, "Alright then, since you've said so, let's wait."

"Don't worry, there won't be any problems. I'm watching everything."

Yun Ping turned his head indifferently, and then used his divine sense to quickly locate Lin Yuan's location.

Xiao Jiang's inner demons have been largely eliminated. Before he fights the Jiang family again, Yun Ping is absolutely confident that he can win. Ye Yuchan and Fan Luokui are also expected to be fine.

Then the remaining ones are Zhang Ruoxue, whose cultivation level will be suppressed, and Lin Yuan, who has only recently awakened her double pupils.

Between the two options, Yunping decided to check on Yuan'er's condition first.

"Ok?"

But as soon as his divine sense swept across the entire area, Yun Ping frowned, and then a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"What a coincidence... how could we run into each other like this?"

"What's so coincidental?"

Chu Chenxi bounced around a couple of times and glanced in the direction Yun Ping was pointing.

There's nothing there...

—She didn't have the vast divine sense that Yunping possessed, so naturally she couldn't see anything.

Chu Xin seemed to understand something, and she tentatively asked, "Senior, what did you see?"

"It's nothing serious, it's just that our Yuan'er seems to have run into one of your people."

"With that brat Fang Yan?!" Chu Xin exclaimed in surprise, her mouth agape.

The old rogue shook his head. "It's that guy named Li Junpeng."

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105. What comes after good luck?

Lin Yuan bumped into Li Junpeng.

From a probabilistic point of view, the chances of them meeting in the second round are extremely slim, almost comparable to the probability of being "buried in money on the street".

Among nearly a million cultivators, all paired off, Li Junpeng found Lin Yuan with unparalleled precision. Such a coincidence made Yun Ping wonder if he was doing it on purpose.

If memory serves me right, it seems that the first round of Jiang Qinghua and Jiang Yuetian's clash was rigged, and the only person capable of influencing the order of the martial arts battles in the Ten Thousand Sects Competition could be a member of the royal family.

Clearly, Li Junpeng is very likely the one who orchestrated this from the shadows.

As for why he specifically paired up with Lin Yuan...

Old Yun thought for a while and guessed that he thought Yuan'er looked very petite and young, so he guessed that her cultivation level couldn't be that high.

The saying "pick the softest persimmon" seems to make sense.

On the fighting field.

A look of doubt rose in Yuan'er's bright eyes. She stood at the edge of the martial arts arena, looking at Li Junpeng who was sneering incessantly.

—This person… I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before.

She also noticed that Li Junpeng's expression was quite strange when he looked at her. From any angle, he looked exactly like a bad guy with ulterior motives!

Under the unsettling gaze, Yuan'er trembled and asked cautiously in a soft voice.

"Um... Yuan'er, have you... seen me before? Why are you looking at Yuan'er like that..."

Li Junpeng was taken aback, and then a look of anger suddenly appeared on his usually cold face.

—It's one thing that those two guys don't remember me, but this little girl has forgotten about herself too?!

He clenched his teeth, revealing a slightly frightening, sinister smile.

"Yes, we have seen you. It's just that you and your disciples are too forgetful to remember."

"Oh, what a coincidence."

Suddenly, Yuan'er laughed happily, clapped her hands, and swung her side ponytail twice.

"skillful?"

Li Junpeng gave a cold laugh.

—This was something he went through countless hardships, spent a fortune, and even emptied his own savings to barely manage to arrange!

How can the word "skill" alone encompass it all!

However, Lin Yuan didn't see the coldness beneath Li Junpeng's fake smile at all; instead, she revealed a knowing look.

"Of course it's a coincidence! To run into someone you know among so many people is a really amazing and coincidental thing!"

"..."

Li Junpeng suddenly didn't know what to say.

Is this girl out of her mind?

She couldn't possibly miss this blatant underhanded manipulation...