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

……

Inside the restaurant.

"This young master is somewhat interested in going down and taking a look..."

I advise you not to do that.

The woman with a cold expression glared fiercely at the boy with black hair, red eyes, and a vicious smile on his lips.

The boy placed one foot on the windowsill, turned his head, and stared at the woman with the same unfriendly gaze. "Teacher, is this really necessary? With my cultivation level, going down to play for a bit and then coming back up shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

"I told you, don't do that." The woman repeated, her tone suddenly becoming stern. "Don't forget that the rankings are in a few days. If you get injured, it will affect your performance."

"Ha!" The young man laughed arrogantly and waved his hand at the woman: "These few ugly ducklings think they can hurt me? Don't forget, I am the recognized genius of the Three Heavens Academy."

"This has nothing to do with genius." The woman shook her head indifferently, her gaze piercing through the luxurious black wood windows of the restaurant, staring in a certain direction: "...Among this group of evil cultivators... there are some who are not easy to deal with."

Even she might not be able to defeat him.

煞。

……

All around was a surging darkness.

Seven figures walked through the endless darkness. Their footsteps on the stone steps of the capital city made no sound. Their robes swayed slightly in the cold wind, and not even the sound of the fabric billowing could be heard.

Beside them were hundreds and thousands of Yin Sha disciples, all of whom were dressed in black robes that blended into the night, wore black hoods that concealed their faces, and even the blades of their magical weapons were lacquered black.

They are assassins, an evil faction that can only walk in the shadows.

But at this moment, they were walking openly on the deserted street, with the surrounding restaurants and shops closed because of them, and no one dared to disturb them.

Because they are Yin spirits.

Looking at the Yin Sha disciples rushing towards their destination, one of the seven spoke in a deep voice.

"Your Highness, is that official truly ordering us to act tonight?"

The person he was questioning was the seemingly ordinary figure who was surrounded in the very center of the group of seven.

Its true form is the head of the Ten Fiends, and also the master of Yin Fiend.

No one knows his real name; everyone simply calls him—Prince Sha.

His pale lips moved slightly beneath the black robe, and his words, devoid of any emotion, reached everyone's ears: "If he says so, then so be it."

"But... this is not the time."

"He has given us enough benefits; all we need to do is work for him."

The man fell silent, and another, shorter member of the Ten Fiends, took his place: "This direct confrontation with the capital may also be a heavy blow to us, the Yin Fiends..."

Yes.

Everyone knows that if Yin Sha and the capital were to fight head-on, who would emerge victorious?

The answer is undoubtedly the capital city.

That was a dynasty that had been established for hundreds of years. How could they, a mere Yin Sha, possibly shake it?

Even if the capital's defenses are weak at this moment, they could never knock down this giant of a capital; at most, they could only cause it immense pain.

But the price they paid was themselves.

After a moment of contemplation, Sha turned to look at the two who had spoken, his sharp, cold eyes flashing from beneath the black hood: "Are you questioning my decision?"

"No... I wouldn't dare!" How could the Ten Fiends dare to disobey the Yin Fiends' master here? He immediately bowed and stammered, "This subordinate was just... just worried that the lord was using you..."

"He was undoubtedly using me."

Unexpectedly, Sha himself admitted to this fact.

Just as the other Ten Fiends were exchanging bewildered glances, the Fiend said in a low voice, "But I had no choice but to be used by him, and the benefits and information he gave us also allowed us to obtain many things that we wouldn't have otherwise gotten."

"for example--"

He waved his right hand in the air in front of him.

puff-

It was as if a sharp blade had slashed through his palm, and a bloodstain immediately appeared in the center of his withered hand, from which thick blood flowed.

A bizarre surge of spiritual energy erupted from his body, merging with the falling blood.

In an instant, three blood-red arrows were suspended in mid-air.

With a casual swipe, Sha healed the wound on his right palm.

"Go, Blood Spirit."

With a casual gesture, two of the blood-red arrows seemed to receive a command, leaving blood-red afterimages in their original positions at an extremely fast speed before disappearing into the night sky.

The remaining six members of the Ten Fiends all knew about Prince Sha's special technique, which was one of the evil treasures given to him by that lord.

Right now, they obviously can no longer show any sign of disobeying His Highness.

Because if they did that, the remaining blood-red arrow might pierce their hearts.

Driven by the fear of death, someone asked:

"Your Highness...where did you send your two Blood Spirits?"

Sha didn't turn around, but stared intently in the direction where the Blood Spirit had left, and said softly, "Go find an acquaintance."

"A person who once caused Yin Sha to bleed, and also inadvertently left his own blood on Yin Sha."

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distance.

He was dressed in a black robe.

With striking blond hair that stood out against the night sky, the young man gazed solemnly at the surging darkness ahead.

Beside him were countless cultivators from the capital city dressed in royal robes and wielding silver-bladed magical weapons.

They all wore medals of the imperial family on their chests, numbering approximately one hundred.

The area they were in was under the jurisdiction of Chu Xin—the personal guard of the Third Princess of the Empire.

"Strange, very strange."

Jiang Shaoguang murmured, completely unable to comprehend the scene before him.

"They should be hiding as assassins, but now they're launching a surprise attack openly... What is this... This isn't how assassins are supposed to act, is it?"

"Maybe they used to come from an assassin organization called the Brotherhood, where the assassins basically just rush in and kill people."

Suddenly, I heard the voice of a familiar person.

Jiang Shaoguang was taken aback. Being overly sensitive to combat, he almost instinctively swung his sword backward.

Before the sword could even touch anyone, his arm was grabbed by a hand he couldn't resist, preventing him from advancing an inch.

Yunping stared helplessly at his third disciple with dead fish eyes. "Hey Wujing, have you been corrupted by your junior sister Yuchan? You like to throw things at your master's head all the time? Your junior sister Yuchan used to shoot me with a bow and arrow, why are you slashing me with a sword now?"

Jiang Shaoguang paused for a second, then turned around and looked at Yun Ping's incredibly lazy face. The shock in his eyes instantly turned into surprise.

"Teacher? What brings you here?"

"If Yin Sha dares to confront the capital head-on, why can't I come?"

Jiang Shaoguang blinked and realized that his teacher hadn't answered the question at all...

At this moment, Fang Yan, who had come along, stepped forward to explain, "Our teacher invited a senior to help resolve the issue of Yin Sha..."

"Ah, Lord Chu Xin—" As Chu Xin's subordinate, Jiang Shaoguang's address did not feel out of place: "By the way, is Lord Chu Xin alright?"

Yunping smiled and waved his hand, "That girl is safe now. You should worry more about yourself."

“Me?” Jiang Shaoguang pointed to himself, seemingly understanding Yun Ping’s meaning: “Teacher, you mean… Yin Sha and the others came here specifically for this…”

"You're overthinking it—" Yunping interrupted his third disciple, rolling his eyes at the same time. "Look at you, so capable. You really think Yin Sha would go to such lengths just for you?"

Jiang Shaoguang gave an awkward laugh, then straightened his posture: "If that's the case, why did Yin Sha choose this time..."

"I wish I had known."

The old rogue spread his hands, his face full of helplessness.

but--

"We should know soon enough—"

next moment.

The young man in the white shirt stared with dead fish eyes at the increasingly rapid black tide in the distance, and reached out with his left hand to grab at the void above and to the left.

Hiss hiss hiss—

Wisps of red smoke immediately rose into the air.

Those were two blood-red arrows. After Yun Ping grasped them in his hand, they suddenly took on the appearance of miniature human figures, writhing wildly in Yun Ping's palm as if they were in excruciating pain.

Without even glancing at the thing, he crushed the two blood spirits into dust the instant he exerted force with his five fingers, turning them into scattered fragments that drifted into the air.

The whole process was so fast that even Jiang Shaoguang couldn't see it clearly. He only barely reacted the moment the blood-red arrow appeared, and before he could make a move, the arrow was crushed by Yun Ping.

"Teacher..." Jiang Shaoguang swallowed twice, looking at Yun Ping who seemed completely unaffected, "What... was that just now?"

"It's nothing, just something like a fly. Compared to this—"

Yunping pointed forward, his tone calm and composed.

"The Yin Sha people are coming."

"Eh?"

Jiang Shaoguang was stunned. As soon as he turned his head, what he saw was a vast black figure like a surging wave.

Hundreds upon hundreds of Yin Sha disciples, with no fear of death, wielding black swords that blended into the night, charged toward the personal guard of Jiang Shaoguang and his group!

Meanwhile, in almost every corner of the capital, the exact same story was unfolding!

It was at this moment that all the cultivators in the capital realized that this Yin Sha was not an ordinary evil sect at all, because there were far too many of them!

So many...almost ten times the size of the Royal Guard!