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

Fang Yan: "???"

Amid the young man's stunned expression, Yun Ping smiled faintly and took Fang Yan's left hand.

"Senior, what are you doing...?"

Before Fang Yan could say anything, his mind was flooded with images and knowledge as vast and boundless as the Yangtze River. He stared wide-eyed, bewildered, realizing that he was constantly receiving this complex and mysterious information.

What's this?

He didn't understand, he had absolutely no idea what was going on in his mind at that moment.

He only knew that seemingly endless things rushed into his memory and were imprinted deep in his soul.

This wondrous situation lasted for less than a few seconds, but to Fang Yan it felt as if countless years had passed. Such a vast amount of knowledge flooded his mind, giving him the illusion that he had traveled from ancient times to the present.

He shook his head; his consciousness was hazy and his head was throbbing.

"This is the complete set of your ancient movement techniques, as well as a set of sword skills that I'm giving you. Don't worry, these are absolutely rare treasures that others could never obtain in their lifetime."

"Movement techniques...all...sword skills?"

Fang Yan shook his head, still not understanding what had been stuffed into his head.

However, he could vaguely discern that among the things Yunping transmitted to him, there was something resembling a movement technique.

It was a mark directly imprinted deep within his soul. This thing, which should not have belonged to him, now seemed as if he had personally experienced it before. When he examined it carefully, he discovered that a part of this movement technique was actually the movement technique he was currently using!

But it is more complete, more mysterious, and more unfathomable!

And then Yunping's voice rang out again—

"The movement technique you used in the martial arts arena was incomplete. If it were complete, with Ruoxue's martial arts level, she wouldn't even be able to touch you. As for that sword technique, it was my own creation."

"It used to be called the Nine Emperors Sword Technique, but you can call it whatever you like now."

After speaking, Yunping looked at Fang Yan, who was struggling to regain his senses, and couldn't help but smile.

"Alright, I'm going to check on our Luo Kui now. You can go find your master now."

"That girl is probably already worried that her ** might deflate because of this, hahaha~"

With a strange laugh, Yun Ping's figure slowly disappeared from Fang Yan's sight.

The black-haired youth shook his head again, trying to shake off the annoying heaviness from his body, then looked in the direction where the white-robed youth had disappeared, and couldn't help but gasp...

Is this a case of turning misfortune into blessing?

not sure.

He blinked, the image of Chu Xin's worried expression flashing through his mind, and he immediately perked up.

"Yeah... I need to go see the teacher, because I rushed out to catch my breath and forgot to tell her."

"Speaking of which, what did you mean by '**', senior?"

112. Xiao Jiang was stabbed by a man, and Yu Chan was his sparring partner.

When Yunping returned to the scene of the battle of the ten thousand factions, Fan Luokui's appearance surprised him somewhat.

If memory serves, Fan Luokui is currently fighting a cultivator who has just entered the Kaiyuan stage. With such a significant suppression of cultivation level, if the fight were to actually begin, Fan Luokui would likely find herself in a difficult situation.

However, Fan Luo Kui in front of him still looked calm. No matter how he examined her, he could not find any injuries. Her meridians were functioning normally and her spiritual root was quite stable.

In other words, she seemed quite relaxed?

"How did you win so quickly?"

Yun Ping didn't believe that Fan Luo Kui was the kind of person who would readily admit defeat. Given her personality, she would be grateful if she didn't fight to the death. The fact that she was standing here unharmed meant that she was definitely not going to end up defeated.

As it turned out, Yun Ping's guess was accurate. Fan Luo Kui nodded slightly and said in a cool tone, "The other party is a talisman cultivator."

"Oh, no wonder it was so easy~"

When it comes to talisman cultivation, Yunping can roughly imagine the entire battle.

Unless one is a talisman cultivator who has reached the Nascent Soul stage, any cultivator who specializes in talisman arts needs to spend a certain amount of time inscribing incantation runes. Generally speaking, the fighting style of talisman cultivators is similar to that of a certain woman surnamed Ye—they fight while running, highlighting their cowardice and shamelessness.

Fan Luo Kui happened to be proficient in the art of Iaijutsu, and her sword speed was terrifying even to those in the Kaiyuan stage. Her dazzling sword light could even precisely cut the runes and incantations into shreds while the opponent was inscribing them.

To put it bluntly, a mage who needs to cast spells and charge up their power will have virtually no chance against a warrior who can interrupt spells with lightning speed, even if the mage has a significant level (or cultivation) advantage.

If a talisman cultivator can't even cast spells, they're basically useless, since some talisman cultivators might not even be able to defeat a pig in direct combat.

Sweeping his divine sense across the entire arena, Yun Ping was pleasantly surprised to find that, in addition to Fan Luo Kui, Jiang Yue Tian and Lin Yuan had also finished their matches.

Moreover, the two seemed to have reunited. Judging from their spirits and auras, only Jiang Yuetian's aura was slightly unstable, while Lin Yuan had finished the battle unscathed.

Yun Ping winked at Fan Luo Kui, signaling her to follow him, and then led Luo Kui to meet up with Jiang Yuetian and the other person.

"Oh! Teacher~ Teacher~"

From afar, the sharp-eyed Lin Yuan spotted Yun Ping.

A smile of excitement graced her face as she hopped around like a little rabbit, arms outstretched high, waving at Yunping as she went, "Over here, over here~"

Yun Ping chuckled softly, walked slowly to Lin Yuan, and pinched her rosy and bouncy cheeks, a gesture he hadn't done in a long time. "Yuan'er, have you and your Senior Brother Jiang settled things?"

"Mmm! Mmm!" Yuan'er nodded obediently twice, then as if she remembered something, she grabbed Jiang Yuetian's hand and said, "But Senior Brother Jiang is a little injured, Teacher, you should be able to heal him, right?"

Yunping glanced at Jiang Yuetian and noticed that the kid had an embarrassed look on his face.

He frowned slightly, wondering what trouble this kid had gotten into this time, and immediately asked, "Xiao Jiang, where are you hurt?"

"N-nothing...it's nothing." A blush spread across Jiang Yuetian's exquisite cheeks, and her body, more delicate and alluring than a woman's, twisted subtly a few times. "It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

Ok?

This attitude...

Yunping sensed something was wrong, so he grabbed Jiang Yuetian's hand and began to examine his body carefully.

His meridians were intact, his spiritual root was unharmed, his bones were not damaged in the slightest, and his soul and consciousness were clear—he was completely fine!

In terms of flesh and blood...

When they discovered a particular location, Yunping gasped and looked at Jiang Yuetian with a mixture of sympathy and pity.

At this moment, our classmate Jiang Yuetian didn't dare to look Yunping in the eye at all. Her face was as red as a ripe peach.

Yunping paused for a few seconds before suppressing his inner impulse and asking instead.

"Was the one you were fighting a man or a woman...?"

"A man..." Jiang Yuetian could no longer make a sound louder than a mosquito's buzz.

"He's a sword cultivator, right?"

puff--

Just like his brain overheating and crashing, a puff of white smoke rose from the top of Jiang Yuetian's head.

He lowered his head, his cheeks flushed, and nodded subtly.

Yunping didn't speak, but silently patted Jiang Yuetian's shoulder, his words unusually heavy.

"What happened to that male swordsman afterward? Is he still alive?"

"Alive!" This time, Yuan'er spoke up. She raised her little hand, like a kindergarten child raising their hand to answer a question. "When Yuan'er went to see, Senior Brother Jiang had just finished the competition. Although that sword cultivator was not in any life-threatening danger, he looked terrible and had lost a lot of blood."

Without even a second thought, it must have been done by an enraged Jiang Yuetian.

Yuan'er paused here, seemingly considering whether to say what she was about to say.

Ultimately, driven by curiosity, she told him.

"But Yuan'er is acting strange. That person clearly lost, but he looked so happy, and his nose was bleeding non-stop. He was also muttering something..."

"This life has been worth it... or something like that."

Why can't I understand a single word?

As one of the most straightforward people in Yuntian Academy (along with Zhang Ruoxue), Fan Luokui was astonished at this moment. She blinked her pale golden eyes and stared at Jiang Yuetian, who seemed completely unharmed.

To be honest, even after Yunping asked so many questions and Senior Sister Yuan'er said so much, she still didn't understand one thing—

"So, Senior Brother Jiang, what exactly did you suffer from?"

Faced with this question, Jiang Yuetian did not want to answer his junior sister and lowered his head.

Seeing this, Fan Luokui didn't dare to ask directly, so she turned her gaze to Yun Ping, hoping that her teacher could provide an answer.

Yunping hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, leaned close to Fan Luokui's ear, and slowly uttered a sentence.

"Your senior brother Jiang... I don't know how, but anyway, during his duel with that male sword cultivator..."

"I got stabbed in the butt by that swordsman. Hmm, luckily it missed. If it had been a little to the left, it might have gone straight in there..."

Fan Luo Kui was taken aback, her expression quite strange. "Then why did that person leave looking so happy?"

Yun Ping pondered for half a second, glanced at Jiang Yuetian who was currently wearing a snow-white cheongsam that revealed her slender, beautiful legs, and guessed—

"Maybe when he was poking your Senior Brother Jiang's butt, the wind from the sword blew up his Taoist robe."

"Then I saw some... well, some pretty good things for men."

Fan Luokui's expression suddenly froze.

Her gaze toward Jiang Yuetian became exceptionally complex—but what was certain within that complexity was the undisguised sympathy.

Jiang Yuetian could naturally feel his junior sister's gaze, but at this moment he felt too ashamed to face anyone.

A grown man, in such a grand competition as the Battle of Ten Thousand Schools, got his butt poked by another man...

So embarrassing.

Fortunately, Jiang Qinghua had already left the scene, otherwise the Jiang family would have witnessed this...

Just thinking about it made Jiang Yuetian increasingly eager to drag that male sword cultivator out, then give him a full combo of the "Free Spirit Spear Technique" (99 consecutive hits), and finally finish him off with a Meteor Shot.

"Let's not talk about this for now..."

Even the straightforward Fan Luo Kui knew she couldn't continue this ridiculous topic. She looked at Yun Ping and asked, "Speaking of which, teacher, what about Senior Sister Zhang and Senior Sister Ye? How are they?"

"Ruoxue has already won. Although there was a small problem, luck was on her side, and she successfully advanced in the end."

"As for the cicada..."