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

The two looked at each other, speechless.

In the end, Yunping broke the silence.

He only said three words.

"Ye Xuanqiu".

Ye Yuchan frowned. "Which Ye?"

"The night of darkness."

"So, her night is different from my leaf."

"Yes."

As Yunping looked at Ye Yuchan, the image of that snow-white figure slowly overlapped with Ye Yuchan's in his mind.

He lowered his head and repeated a sentence in a deep voice.

"You are different from her."

……

Ye Yuchan fell silent.

She lay there on the dining table, eyes closed, clutching the luminous glass tightly in her hand.

She didn't understand how she was feeling, nor did she understand why she had asked the question.

Even though I'd been drinking, my mind was even more muddled, and I didn't experience the exhilarating feeling of all my sorrows disappearing.

As expected... the idea that getting drunk makes you forget your troubles is all a lie...

I guess I'm really not suited for drinking.

My thoughts gradually sank into a trance.

The silver-haired girl closed her eyes and slowly sank into a dream.

……

Yunping glanced at Zhang Ruoxue, who was slowly passing out next to the wine vat and had drunk more than a dozen vats of wine, and shook his head with a smile.

He cast several spells to restore her spirit, which had been numbed by alcohol, and then walked up to Ye Yuchan, looking at the girl who had also passed out drunk.

"This girl, really..."

Yunping silently picked up Ye Yuchan in a princess carry, gazing at the sleeping girl in his arms. Her rosy sleeping face looked as bright and delicious as fruit waiting to be picked.

—I didn't expect this girl's sleeping face to be so cute.

The thought inexplicably popped into his mind, and he slowly walked upstairs, pushed open the door, and gently placed the girl on the bed.

He also used a spell to restore Ye Yuchan's consciousness. After that, Yun Ping quietly left her room and slowly closed the door.

The night was quieter than anyone could imagine.

Chu Chenxi lay obediently in Fan Luokui's arms, snuggling against the body that made her feel incredibly safe, like a kitten.

Jiang Yuetian sat down next to Lin Yuan and helped the little girl, who had already fallen asleep, to sort out the sheet music that had been accidentally messed up.

Fang Yan was pulled into the quilt by Chu Xin and hugged to her chest like a pillow, her breath almost extinguished by her breasts.

Zhang Ruoxue lay peacefully in the wine vat, constantly murmuring Zhang Xiaohan's name.

Everyone is surrounded by people they know well.

Only Ye Yuchan and Yunping.

Yunping climbed to the top of the palace alone. The midnight moon hung overhead, illuminating his slightly somber face.

He neither drank nor sat down, but stood alone in the cold wind, high up in the chilly palace.

A wine glass appeared before him. He poured himself a glass of wine, held it flat against his chest, and then tilted it over his shoulder.

Splash!

The wine was spilled all over the floor.

He recalled the scene of that beautiful figure falling into eternal sleep in his arms, and then he recalled Ye Yuchan's drunken sleeping face in his arms. The two images unconsciously overlapped.

"Just like you..."

He opened his mouth without thinking, then laughed mockingly.

No one knows what he's laughing at; perhaps only he himself knows.

108. Zhang Ruoxue's Last Battle

After the mesmerizing banquet, everyone rallied and threw themselves into the intense and brutal battle between the various factions.

Moreover, none of them took the initiative to bring up anything other than the banquet.

After all, no one knew whether Chu Chenxi had secretly done anything to her sister Luo Kui that night, nor did anyone know whether Fang Yan, who had been dragged into bed by Chu Xin, the 370-year-old still single imperial princess, had been completely drained.

Moreover, some people genuinely don't want to recall what they heard or saw at the banquet.

However, the banquet still relaxed the disciples who had never participated in the Ten Thousand Sects Competition. In the following days, the Yuntian Academy group, led by Jiang Yuetian, swept through the disciples of various sects with unstoppable momentum and entered the final round of the competition with ease.

Even Zhang Ruoxue, whose cultivation level was the lowest, was no exception.

In the fifth, seventh, eighth, and ninth rounds, Zhang Ruoxue encountered opponents who were all at the Lingtai stage.

Crossing a major realm, it's simply a pipe dream for someone at the Spirit Palace stage to win against someone at the Spirit Platform stage. With such a large suppression of realm, it's difficult to find an opportunity to use any skills.

Zhang Ruoxue was well aware of this, but she did not stop at the Spirit Hall stage.

In fact, on the night the fourth round of the battle of the myriad sects ended, Zhang Ruoxue, with the help of the full moon and the protection of Yun Ping, successfully broke through to the Xuanmen stage. Although it was only the beginning stage, the improvement brought about by crossing the realm still narrowed the gap between Zhang Ruoxue and her enemies.

Even so, this girl still fought four hard battles, almost falling down at the same time as her opponent in each one. If it weren't for Yun Ping, her desperate actions would probably have only resulted in her own death.

Even the old rogue couldn't help but give Zhang Ruoxue the title of "Desperate Fourth Sister".

Inside the venue.

Ye Yuchan looked at the sprightly Zhang Ruoxue in front of her with concern. The latter was slowly unwrapping the snow-white bandage wrapped around Han Bing's right hand—

"Ruoxue, are you... alright?"

Ye Yuchan still remembers how Zhang Ruoxue collapsed on the ground unconscious yesterday, but the Zhang Ruoxue in front of her is full of energy, which makes her feel a little uneasy.

Ruoxue waved her hand dismissively, "Don't worry, the doctor's medical skills are superb. I recovered after lying down for one night and I feel pretty good now."

"That's right... If my medical skills weren't so good, I wouldn't be able to cure your comminuted fractures all over your body, plus a fractured left arm, paralysis in your lower body, muscles shattered, and most of your meridians severed—this kind of injury would have made you a cripple no matter how you look at it."

Yun Ping walked up to Zhang Ruoxue with a completely expressionless face, rolled his dead fish eyes at Zhang Ruoxue who was grinning foolishly, and then pinched the silly girl's head with his hand.

Yesterday, in the ninth round of the battle of the myriad sects, Zhang Ruoxue faced an opponent who had reached the Lesser Completion of the Spirit Platform stage. She fought almost to the death, acting like a madwoman. Fortunately, her opponent had a decent mental fortitude, otherwise he would have been terrified by her desperate actions.

Although she won in the end, her opponent wasn't actually injured. Instead, she exhausted her spiritual energy and still couldn't defeat Zhang Ruoxue, so she had no choice but to admit defeat.

Just after the other person was teleported away, Zhang Ruoxue collapsed to the ground, and the old rogue quickly went over to take a look.

Good heavens, the array that Yunping had set up on her, which would only be activated when facing a death threat, was almost forced out!

With her injuries, it's practically like she's performing a stunt dance in front of the King of Hell, or doing somersaults in front of the Ox-Head and Horse-Face demons.

"Xiao Ruoxue, although I understand your desire to win, is it really necessary to push yourself so hard? What if you really risk your life? Do you really think I can pull you back from the jaws of death?"

"I wasn't paying attention..." Zhang Ruoxue felt a throbbing pain on the top of her head. Yunping's fingers were pinching her head so hard it was throbbing. "Besides, I'm fine, teacher. Even though you're a bit of a rogue and a scoundrel, at least you won't abandon me."

"So you dared to go up and trade one for one with someone just because I was there to medic you?"

Zhang Ruoxue chuckled dryly, her azure eyes full of amusement.

Yunping tapped her on the head impatiently and warned her, "Don't always push yourself so hard in the future. There's a limit to everything you do. Even with me here, you still have to take care of your health."

"I know~"

Zhang Ruoxue waved her hand at Yun Ping, looking like a teenager complaining about her mother's nagging.

Seeing Zhang Ruoxue's actions, Yunping knew that his words had had almost no effect. If they were really on the fighting field, she would definitely be more ferocious than anyone else.

However, this is also for the best. The path Zhang Ruoxue is going to take is the same one that the naive Martial Emperor is on. Yun Ping is very familiar with that path. Although Zhang Ruoxue's actions will make her teeter on the brink of collapse, the principle of seeking fortune in danger can also be applied to martial arts.

The closer the battle is to crisis, the more it can stimulate Zhang Ruoxue's potential. Under endless trials, Zhang Ruoxue's path of martial arts will take another step forward.

However, there will be considerable danger... At that time, I, as the teacher, will have to step in.

……

Time passed by, second by second.

One cultivator after another transformed into white light and, under the influence of the teleportation array, headed to their respective arenas.

In the final round of the battle among all factions, only four thousand participating cultivators remained on the spacious plaza in front of the royal palace.

Among them, there are two thousand each at the Lin-level and Lan-level.

Now, the tenth round of the battle among the myriad sects aims to eliminate half of these four thousand cultivators!

In each match, there can only be one winner.

call out!call out!call out!

Everyone from Yuntian Academy turned into white light and vanished instantly before the cloud surface.

"Is this the final round...?"

The young man in the white shirt looked up at the blazing sun, its light so intense it could obscure his vision, and couldn't help but recall the scene from twenty years ago.

In fact, this was not the first time he had led a group to participate in the battle of the ten thousand factions.

Twenty years ago, Yun Ping brought the top disciple of Yuntian Academy, who was also the senior brother of Ye Yuchan and others, to the capital to participate in the Ten Thousand Sects Competition.

But at that time, the courtyard house had not yet been built, and the name Yuntian Academy had not been finalized. Therefore, he and his eldest disciple participated in the competition under the name of independent cultivators.

He still remembers that during the tenth round of the Ten Thousand Sects Competition that year, the silly boy encountered an opponent whose cultivation level was a whole major realm higher than his own. Moreover, the opponent was from a family in the Extreme Heaven Domain and was a well-known genius at the time.

Just when everyone thought it was a one-sided match, the simpleton blasted the so-called genius off the field in three moves. He shattered the protective aura with a punch, kicked the sword formation on the arena, and finally roared, sending the genius flying, soul and all.

It seems to have caused quite a stir back then—

Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

For Yunping, twenty years is not a long time, but as time goes by, the silly boy by his side is no longer the same one, but a diverse group of disciples. This makes him sigh with emotion: