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

"I wonder how that kid Wang Jun is doing... If he saw that I've taken on a few more disciples, he'd probably be quite happy."

Let's ignore that for now—

Yun Ping smiled and shook his head, then began to circulate his divine sense, using its vast power, enough to cover the entire capital, to sweep across the entire area in order to locate the disciples.

Without even blinking, Yunping instantly pictured the location of Ye Yuchan and the others, as well as their opponents in the final round.

It didn't matter if he didn't look, but when he realized the opponent they were facing, he subconsciously frowned.

Ye Yuchan was at the peak of the Lingtai stage.

Zhang Ruoxue is at the peak of the Lingtai stage.

Jiang Yuetian's introduction to the Kaiyuan period.

Fan Luokui's introduction to the Kaiyuan period.

Lin Yuan achieved minor success in the Kaiyuan stage.

Apart from Ye Yuchan, who was already at the top level of the Lin-Ji cultivation, the other disciples all encountered opponents who were above their own cultivation level.

Although Fan Luokui had reached the peak of the Transformation God stage, she was ultimately unable to break through to the Origin Opening stage. Facing an opponent who was beyond her realm, her cultivation was suppressed by more than a little bit. Zhang Ruoxue, on the other hand, once again encountered an enemy who was a whole realm beyond her!

This is bad, very bad!

Yunping wasn't too worried about Xiao Jiang. Although his cultivation was suppressed, Jiang Yuetian's spear technique had reached the "at will" level. In the entire Desolate Heaven Domain, among cultivators at the Opening Yuan stage and below, there were at most less than a hundred people whose martial arts realm could reach the "at will" level.

Given his superior skills, Jiang Yuetian's chances of winning are not small.

Yuan'er possesses ultimate power, and her true level is definitely not limited to the Transcendent God stage. In terms of the sheer strength of her spiritual energy, she can even rival the beginner stage of the Origin Opening stage. In addition, with her unique zither skills, she may not be unable to fight against someone who has reached the minor completion stage of the Origin Opening stage.

So the problem is...

Luo Kui and Ruo Xue.

After much deliberation, Yunping decided to go see Zhang Ruoxue first.

He didn't want this silly girl to risk her life again, just like yesterday.

The clash of thousands of factions is no joke; if you stubbornly refuse to admit defeat, you might actually be killed by your opponent!

Killing someone in a martial arts arena where all factions clash is actually permitted.

Yun Ping's steps seemed to traverse the void, the technique of shrinking the earth to an inch was effortless for him. It was as if he directly crossed space itself, arriving at the martial arts arena where Zhang Ruoxue was almost the instant he landed.

To his surprise, Chu Xin and Chu Chenxi were also there! And the thin, sickly-looking man was standing next to Chu Xin.

"Hey? You're here too, you old cripple?!"

Chu Chenxi immediately noticed Yun Ping's arrival. She turned her head, her face still showing surprise.

"Don't call me uncle, I said call me brother."

Yun Ping's face darkened, and then his gaze caught Chu Xin's expression, as if she had something to say but couldn't say it.

Wait, if they're here, does that mean...?

He suddenly noticed something and quickly looked up.

The expected scene unfolded before me.

On stage, Zhang Ruoxue and the black-haired, black-eyed youth looked at each other helplessly, both of them with expressions of stomach pain on their faces.

Fang Yan... and Zhang Ruoxue.

As a member of the royal family automatically came to mind, Yun Ping's expression hardened, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

Who was the bastard who did this again?!

A surge of anger rose within him, but Yun Ping looked at Chu Xin indifferently, his voice icy, "Was it one of your people pulling strings again?"

"It shouldn't be..."

Under the sharp gaze of the young man in white, which seemed to penetrate his very soul, Chu Xin felt a slight chill creep up her spine even under the scorching sun.

Fearing she might anger this mysterious senior, she hurriedly began to explain.

“I have placed Li Junpeng under house arrest for some time now. He cannot leave his room at all. The possibility of any underhanded dealings is almost zero.”

"so……"

She let out a slightly dejected breath, a look of helplessness emanating from her bright red eyes.

On stage, Zhang Ruoxue and Fang Yan looked at each other, both in a daze, clearly still not recovered from this strange and difficult situation.

"They were really unlucky to run into each other."

109. A contest between different boxing styles

Zhang Ruoxue stared at Fang Yan, and Fang Yan stared back at Zhang Ruoxue.

The two stood in the sacred arena, doing nothing—their spiritual roots were not activated, their meridians were not condensed, they just stared at each other, rooted to the spot.

An eerie atmosphere gradually spread, and the two of them clearly could not accept the matching result, which seemed to have been manipulated by a dark force.

There are over two thousand cultivators at the pre-level! How could we just run into each other like that? It's impossible that this wooden plaque has the function of attracting opposite sexes, right?

Even if there were, among the many cultivators of the opposite sex at the pre-level, Fang Yan just happened to run into Zhang Ruoxue.

...What kind of mess is this?

Fang Yan couldn't help but turn his head with a wry smile to look at the sword formation at the edge of the martial arts arena that blocked perception. Although the formation set up by the royal family could seal the connection between the spiritual energy inside and outside, his gaze could still pass through it without any hindrance.

He naturally saw Chu Xin and the others, who also looked like they had stomach aches and food poisoning—they were also at a loss because of this coincidental randomness.

But right now, the two of them are just standing there... that can't go on, can it?

"Ahem, Miss Zhang..."

The first to break the strange atmosphere was Fang Yan, who felt he needed to demonstrate his gentlemanly manners.

He turned his gaze back to the beautiful girl in front of him, dressed in a sailor uniform and with black stockings covering her absolute territory, and chuckled helplessly.

"You know, we can't just sit here like this, right? How about... the two of us... discuss it?"

The words had barely left his mouth when Fang Yan felt an urge to slap himself to death.

Wait a minute, this is a battleground for all factions! This is about honor and reputation, who would discuss victory or defeat in a place like this?

This isn't about goods or transactions; it's a competition!

More importantly, Fang Yan is also a member of the royal family. If some people with malicious intentions hear his words, they might accuse him of being passive in the competition and secretly manipulating the game, trying to win through other means.

Isn't this a slap in the face to the royal family?

But here's the problem.

Is it really okay to just attack directly?

Fang Yan thought for a moment, then realized that not discussing it wouldn't work either!

Zhang Ruoxue was that senior's disciple; his cultivation level was far superior to hers. If they really fought, and he didn't control his strength well, he might end up with Zhang Ruoxue missing an arm or a leg...

hiss--

Fang Yan gasped, trembling at the thought of being torn apart by his senior.

What do we do now?

Faced with this dilemma, Fang Yan had no choice but to accept the consequences. He wanted to win, but he couldn't afford to cripple Zhang Ruoxue.

As for admitting defeat... he didn't want to forget all the efforts he had made in the past few days at this final moment.

He is also a hard-working person, and there is no reason for him to underestimate his own efforts.

Since that's the case—

"call……"

Fang Yan exhaled a breath of stale air, and a thought slowly surfaced in his mind.

Instead of resorting to extreme measures, we should choose the middle way!

"Miss Zhang."

"Ah, what's wrong!" Zhang Ruoxue suddenly snapped out of her daze and looked at Fang Yan curiously. "Have you decided what to do?"

"I suppose so." Fang Yan touched the bridge of his nose, lowered his eyelids, and tried to calm himself down. "This battle is inevitable. I'm afraid I won't let Miss Zhang win so easily. After all... I've been preparing for the battle of the myriad sects for a long time."

"And who isn't?"

Zhang Ruoxue felt the same way. She recalled the training she received at Yuntian Academy two months ago, and her fighting spirit surged.

With her arms slightly lowered, she assumed the starting stance of Wing Chun, her eyes, as pure as the blue sky, brimming with fiery passion.

At the same time, the "Silent Moon" was activated, and spiritual energy flowed rapidly through her meridians to her entire body, a sign that she was about to take action.

She beckoned to Fang Yan, "Come on, since we've been preparing for the battle of the myriad sects for so long, it's time to test our results."

“In fact, I had already tested it before this.” Fang Yan drew the extremely heavy, jet-black greatsword from behind him and looked directly at the girl in front of him. “But for Miss Zhang, I can test it again.”

Bang—a muffled sound.

The extremely heavy, jet-black greatsword slammed into the white bricks of the arena, instantly creating a small, circular crater.

Zhang Ruoxue narrowed her eyes. She could tell that this sword was no ordinary item. Without any spiritual energy being infused into it, it had created a circular crater with its own weight alone, which was probably unimaginable.

Fang Yan did not rush to make a move. Instead, he planted his heavy sword into the ground, then clasped his hands together and solemnly gazed at Zhang Ruoxue.

“Miss Zhang, I hope we can have a fair and just battle, therefore... I will suppress my cultivation to the same level as yours.”

"We rely not on cultivation, but solely on skill."

After he finished speaking, a faint light flashed from the storage ring on his right hand, and a pair of pitch-black gauntlets suddenly appeared on his hands.

He laughed and clapped his hands together in front of his chest. The moment the pure black boxing gloves collided, a gust of wind erupted, lifting the black hair on Zhang Ruoxue's forehead not far away.

"Speaking of which, before I learned swordsmanship, I did have some insights into fist techniques. It just so happens that with my Spirit Hall cultivation level, I couldn't wield that sword, so..."

"Let's settle this with a fistfight."

He quickly suppressed his cultivation level, reducing the strength of his spiritual energy to the same entry-level Xuanmen stage as Zhang Ruoxue.

This action, however, did not make Zhang Ruoxue very happy; instead, her tone was tinged with dissatisfaction.

"You're deliberately trying to let me win."