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

He looked at Ye Yuchan, and his hand, which was pouring wine, froze.

Gazing at the silver-haired girl's flushed cheeks and luscious red lips, Yunping's vision suddenly shifted.

He paused for a few seconds, then smiled wryly and reached out to wipe his eyes.

Beside her, Chu Chenxi sat on Fan Luokui's lap, chatting happily with her favorite sister Luokui.

Jiang Yuetian was adding food to her junior sisters' plates with a faint smile.

Completely drunk, Chu Xin gripped Fang Yan's neck tightly, laughing wildly without any regard for her image, while pressing the black-haired youth close to her body.

As Yuan'er played "Unforgettable Tonight," her little face turned rosy from the surrounding smell of alcohol, like a ripe peach.

Ye Yuchan, on the other hand, was staring at Yun Ping.

It was in this atmosphere that Yun Ping slowly spoke, uttering a sentence that left Ye Yuchan completely baffled.

"Little Rain Cicada, you said you..."

Why is the surname Ye?

107. That woman

"What do you mean... why do I have the surname Ye?"

Ye Yuchan was genuinely puzzled by Yun Ping's question.

Her surname is Ye, and that's because her father's surname is Ye. If her father's surname were Wang, then she would be Wang Yuchan.

What does that old rogue mean by asking such a question?

A questioning gaze lingered on the young man in white. Faced with Ye Yuchan's puzzled expression, Yun Ping did not respond. Instead, he stared at Ye Yuchan's eyes, which were not particularly unique, and suddenly fell silent.

Memories, like dancing butterflies, fluttered in his vast mind. He recalled the graceful white figure hidden deep within, and a surge of pain welled up in his throat.

He put down his glass; what should have been a source of pleasure for him was now difficult to swallow.

"It's nothing." He shook his head, feigning composure, then put on a faint smile that was hard to tell if it was genuine or not. "I just wanted to ask you, was this your name before you came here, or after you came here...?"

The underlying meaning is that they are asking her about information from before she traveled through time.

Ye Yuchan was taken aback. She quickly looked around to make sure that Yunping's words hadn't attracted anyone else's attention before she added a sarcastic remark.

"Are you checking my household registration? I'm wearing... I was called this before I came here, and I'm still called this after I came here."

"So, you didn't actually transmigrate in spirit form?" Yun Ping blinked. "You actually transmigrated entirely from another body?"

"Shh!"

Ye Yuchan quickly made a shushing gesture, giving Yun Ping a reproachful look, who was completely oblivious, "How could you just say something like that out loud?!"

"Why can't it work?"

As if to prove his point, Yunping patted Zhang Ruoxue, who was sitting next to him.

At this moment, this boisterous girl, who loves to drink, is holding the bottom of the wine jar in one hand, while her icy right arm is wrapped around the side of the jar, and she is gulping it down into her mouth.

This really startled Jiang Yuetian, who was about to serve her some food... She quickly got some paper and asked Zhang Ruoxue to wipe her body, which was wet with alcohol.

"Ruoxue, stop for a moment, your teacher has something to tell you."

Hearing Yunping's words, Zhang Ruoxue put down the wine jar with a thud, wiped the wine spilled from the corner of her mouth, and looked at him curiously.

To Yunping's amazement, the girl's cheeks were only slightly flushed after drinking so much, and she showed no signs of drunkenness at all.

"What's wrong, teacher?"

The moment Zhang Ruoxue opened her mouth, a strong smell of alcohol hit you.

Yunping didn't care about these things and just smiled calmly.

"Let me tell you, I actually come from another world. I am not a person of this world at all."

"In my world, there are televisions, computers, karaoke, and lots of fun things."

"There's another miserable profession called 'university student,' where you not only have to attend classes every day, but also find time to write articles, and you have to constantly worry about failing your courses."

"Your teacher was a university student before I came here. What do you think of that world?"

The barrage of information completely confused Ruoxue.

She stood there stunned for more than ten seconds before finally saying something to Yunping.

"It looks like it's been woven."

Yunping turned around and looked at Ye Yuchan with a grin, "See? There's absolutely no connection between us."

Ye Yuchan twitched the corners of her mouth, downed the drink in front of her in one gulp, and then slammed the glass down on the table.

Those beautiful eyes beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows were fixed on the old rogue. "So, why are you asking me this?"

"I just want to know if we came here in the same way."

"You are... a soul transmigrator?"

Yunping nodded—he had indeed been a soul transmigrator.

Ye Yuchan spread her hands, "Then we're pretty much the same, except I had this name before I came here, and I still have this name after I came here."

"Same name, what a coincidence."

"I do find it rather eerie." Ye Yuchan toyed with the luminous cup in her hand, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "Why do you think I would come to this godforsaken place..."

"There's no cheat code, no domineering prince falling in love with me, and no melodramatic romance. All I have is..."

"That kind of thing."

The silver-haired girl covered her head, clenching her teeth in obvious pain.

This world is far less wonderful than we imagine.

To cultivators at the Xuanmen stage, mortals are nothing more than ants that can be easily manipulated.

To a cultivator in the Kaiyuan stage, a cultivator in the Xuanmen stage is merely an ant that can barely run away.

For someone in the Void Transformation stage, someone in the Origin Transformation stage could kill several people with a single slap.

Above that, there are saints, demigods, true immortals...

Unless you climb to the top, you will never be able to live a peaceful life.

Who knows if one day I might be oppressed by some cultivators, treated as a useless puppet, or seen as fish on a chopping board...

There is absolutely no way to protect oneself except by becoming stronger.

People say that cultivators are like immortals, possessing powers that ordinary people cannot obtain, able to go to places that ordinary people cannot go, see scenes that ordinary people cannot see, and tread paths that ordinary people cannot reach.

But who has ever asked those cultivators—have they ever thought about going to those places, about seeing those mountains of corpses and seas of blood, about treading the path built of thousands of corpses?

Cultivation is nothing more than being unable to control one's own body.

Yunping wholeheartedly agreed with this.

Before he could say anything, Ye Yuchan shook her head, as if she wanted to swallow all her worries along with the wine, and simply blew the whole bottle dry.

"Forget it, I won't think about it."

Perhaps emboldened by the alcohol, Ye Yuchan was unusually carefree. After putting down the bottle, her cheeks flushed, her eyes were glazed, and she stared at Yun Ping with a heavy expression.

"So you're asking me why my surname is Ye because you want to know if I've been transported by soul?"

"That's it."

Yunping looked at the somewhat drunk Ye Yuchan and sighed.

Ye Yuchan pouted, then hugged the luminous cup to her chest again, and stared at Yun Ping, "Well, I also have a question for you."

"Ask me?" Yun Ping raised an eyebrow; he had no idea what Ye Yuchan would ask.

So he just randomly gave a few answers.

"20 centimeters in diameter, 4 centimeters in diameter, and a duration of at least three hours."

……

Ye Yuchan was stunned for a while before she understood what this old rogue was talking about!

Her face flushed even more, and she stammered a little.

"You, you...who asked you that kind of question? You pervert!"

"Didn't you always call me an old rogue?"

"That...that's not it either..."

Ye Yuchan's cheeks flushed crimson, almost to the point of bleeding. She trembled, completely at a loss for words.

Seeing her like this, Yunping decided not to tease her any further and immediately steered the conversation back on track.

So what do you want to ask me?

"……snort."

Ye Yuchan snorted coldly, then looked at Yunping with curiosity.

"That woman..."

"woman?"

"The woman you mentioned—"

Even now, tinged with drunkenness, Ye Yuchan's words still carried a hint of melancholy.

"The woman you mentioned when we were drinking together last time, what's her name?"

Yunping: "..."

He remained silent, not in a hurry to answer her.

Looking around, Zhang Ruoxue sat in the wine vat, still sipping her wine intermittently, completely immersed in the world of wine.

Chu Chenxi and Lin Yuan were drunk from the smell of alcohol, and Jiang Yuetian and Fan Luokui took them back to their house.

Fang Yan carried Chu Xin, who was drunk and disheveled, and who kept trying to kiss him, slowly upstairs.

During the banquet, only Ye Yuchan and Yun Ping remained seated at the table.