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

"Those two?" Yunping noticed the sigh in Jiang Shaoguang's tone and asked, "Do you know those two students from the Three-Day Academy?"

Jiang Shaoguang made no attempt to hide anything from Yun Ping's question and nodded: "They are disciples of the Three Heavens Academy's [One] Sect, both of whom are at least at the Spirit Platform stage, and they are brothers."

"If I remember correctly, these two are both a bit crazy. The older brother seems to be a well-known genius of the [One] Sect, and they also come from a family that is one of the six extremes of the Extreme Heaven Domain."

Fang Yan was taken aback and exclaimed, "Six Extremes again! There are just too many Heavenly-level families from the Extreme Heaven Domain participating in this year's Ten Thousand Sects Competition..."

That is indeed the case—because in previous Ten Thousand Sects Competitions, very few people came from the Extreme Heaven Domain, and some were eliminated in the first two rounds. At most, only one or two people actually advanced to the ranking stage.

However, the number of people from the Six Extremes Family this year was unusually large.

Yun Ping narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Which family?"

"The Han family."

……

On the mountainside of a lava volcano.

Before them stretched the seemingly endless road to heaven. If they could reach the summit in the shortest possible time, they could end this battle for the top spot.

But the two brothers standing in her way clearly wouldn't let Ye Yuchan take first place so easily.

Why are you looking for me?

The silver-haired girl shielded Zhang Ruoxue, who looked somewhat exhausted after taking a hit, behind her, her eyes darkening slightly. "I don't remember recognizing you."

"Of course you don't remember me, but I remember you."

Holding a black longsword, his blue and white Taoist robe fluttered lightly in the scorching wind, and his arrogant face, which seemed to be the only one worthy of respect in the world, was filled with a frivolous smile.

The boy, who looked to be only about sixteen years old, had an arrogant air about him bursting out in his scarlet eyes: "Ever since I saw your fight with Liu Kaige from the Liu family, I've been wanting to have a go at you."

"Liu Kaige?"

Ye Yuchan seemed to have heard this name somewhere before.

She quickly recalled a certain idiot war maniac who shared her elemental constitution and uttered phrases like "Woman, I adore you," a forced imitation of a domineering CEO's line—if she remembered correctly, it should be him.

Speaking of Liu Kaige, this idiot who gives Ye Yuchan quite a stomachache, one has to mention that one sentence—

Woman, you've successfully piqued my interest; I'll be back.

The last words Liu Kaige left before leaving involuntarily popped into her mind, and the silver-haired girl's delicate body suddenly shivered. "You...you're not going to kidnap me and send me back to him, are you?!"

"Huh?" The young man was stunned for a second, then shook his head with a smile, "No, no, no, you misunderstood Miss Ye—this young master has nothing to do with that good-for-nothing Liu Kaige."

After speaking, he bowed slightly, offering a small, aristocratic gesture to Ye Yuchan.

"My surname is Han, and my full name is Han Jiuquan. As you can see, I am a disciple of the 'One' sect of the Three Heavens Academy, and also the ninth son of the Han family, one of the six extremes of the Extreme Heaven Domain."

"Another Six Extremes?!"

Ye Yuchan began to suspect that this year's Ten Thousand Sects Competition had been monopolized by the Six Extremes of the Extreme Heaven Domain.

First, the Jiang family invaded, then Liu Kaige caused trouble, and now the Han family has suddenly appeared out of nowhere to cause trouble.

Is our Yuntian Academy being targeted by the Six Extremes?

"Rain Cicada..."

Zhang Ruoxue grabbed Ye Yuchan's hem, beads of sweat sliding down her cheek. She gritted her teeth and looked at Yuchan with determination: "I'm fine now, don't worry about me—that guy Han Jiuquan is very strong...you have to focus on dealing with him."

Ye Yuchan's gaze swept back and forth over Zhang Ruoxue. From any angle, Zhang Ruoxue, whose breathing was somewhat disordered at the moment, did not seem to have recovered: "Ruoxue, you..."

"I'm fine." As if knowing what Ye Yuchan wanted to say, Zhang Ruoxue straightened up firmly, her eyes sharp: "They won't let this go, we have no choice but to fight them."

Shall we have a fight...?

Despite her deep reluctance to admit it, the truth was that Ye Yuchan had absolutely no time or ability to protect Zhang Ruoxue if a real fight broke out. Given Zhang Ruoxue's current cultivation level, for her to win...

It's hard.

—How about we try having one person hold off the two so Ruoxue can go first?

Just as Ye Yuchan was pondering a countermeasure, the boy who had previously called himself Mo'er, who looked only twelve or thirteen years old and resembled a younger version of Han Jiuquan, stared at Zhang Ruoxue with excitement, his halberd trembling slightly with excitement.

"Sisters, have you made up your minds yet? Mo'er is very sad right now; Ruoxue almost ran away just now... But now, we can start playing again~"

"Hmph." Han Jiuquan glanced at Han Mo, treating his slightly mentally challenged younger brother with indifference. "I've already confirmed that this Zhang Ruoxue isn't as powerful as I imagined. It's not impossible for you to play with her."

"Really?!" Han Mo exclaimed excitedly, staring at Han Jiuquan with sparkling eyes: "What about Sister Yu Chan?"

"Her?" Han Jiuquan smiled slightly, his cold gaze piercing the silver-haired girl not far away. He said in a domineering tone, "She is mine. Don't even think about interfering."

This tone, which completely treated Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue as toys, truly aroused the dissatisfaction of the two female disciples.

As a duo who once joined forces to criticize Jiang Qinghua, how could they be easily manipulated?

In an instant, lightning and sparks flew.

On Zhang Ruoxue's right arm, which was made of ten-thousand-year-old ice, the crimson arm armor suddenly shone with dazzling light, and intense flames instantly enveloped her right half of her body—

Ye Yuchan activated her Lesser Heavenly Thunder Body, and the crackling, leaping thunder python immediately coiled around her thighs.

"Ruoxue...don't force yourself."

"Don't worry." Zhang Ruoxue gave Ye Yuchan a confident smile. "I can take down those sissies with one punch each, there won't be any problems."

The term "sissy" naturally refers to Han Mo, whose way of speaking is effeminate and strange.

"That's good……"

A knowing smile appeared on Ye Yuchan's lips, and she nodded slightly. She immediately suppressed her smile and turned her sharp gaze toward Han Jiuquan in the distance.

"Take them down!"

As soon as the words, which were completely devoid of ladylike manners, fell, Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue simultaneously began to circulate their internal energy.

Flames exploded, and lightning streaked across the sky.

Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue, filled with fighting spirit, charged towards the two members of the Han family.

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Happy Children's Day everyone!

I have a full day of classes today and am a bit tired, so this is just one update. I'll try to update more for you guys over the weekend.

Of course, a little encouragement is needed. How much it explodes depends on how much encouragement you give, hehehe...

(Hinting at monthly passes and tips)

Also, those of you who are about to take the college entrance exam, please stop reading novels and go back to studying!

Wouldn't it be wonderful to take the exam first and then look at the big breasts?

149. No Victory

Step forward and charge.

A chaotic four-on-two battle erupted on the waist of this towering volcano.

Zhang Ruoxue doesn't know any fancy or cool martial arts techniques; she attacks using the simplest starting stance of Wing Chun.

Han Mo neither dodged nor evaded; to him, Zhang Ruoxue's punches were as slow and powerless as children playing house.

Holding a halberd in his right hand and a palm in his left—with the pure spiritual energy boosting him, Han Mo simply couldn't imagine the possibility of losing.

The fist and palm collided instantly, and the resulting shockwave spread rapidly in all directions with a muffled sound. However, Zhang Ruoxue's offensive did not stop. Her icy right hand, like a snake, quickly wrapped around Han Mo's left hand and twisted it in the opposite direction. At the same time, using her right foot as a fulcrum, her left leg was raised high like a scorpion's tail, and she delivered a whip kick.

The moment his left hand was twisted, Han Mo lost his balance. He almost instinctively leaned to the left, so when the whip kick coming from the lower right came into view, he had no chance to dodge.

He didn't even have time to swing his halberd before Zhang Ruoxue struck his side with a heavy blow, sending him flying five or six meters before he finally came to a stop.

Is this what close-quarters combat boxing is like?

"That's interesting~"

Despite having been kicked hard, Han Mo acted as if he hadn't felt anything, casually rubbing his injured area before staring at Zhang Ruoxue with curiosity: "Speaking of which, Sister Ruoxue, you've become so much weaker. You were so strong in the second round..."

"Are you hiding something? Or is it some kind of forbidden technique that can only be used once?"

Zhang Ruoxue stared coldly at Han Mo, even she wouldn't be foolish enough to reveal the secret of "Silent Moon".

"This is none of your business, is it?"

"No, no, no! It has a lot to do with Mo'er!" Han Mo's expression was extremely serious: "If Sister Ruoxue only has this much strength now, Mo'er won't like you... and your blood won't be so precious."

"Blood?"

Zhang Ruoxue seemed a little confused.

As if seeing the doubt in Zhang Ruoxue's eyes, Han Mo immediately perked up, his cheeks flushed with excitement, and his tone was incredibly excited: "This is an extremely sacred cause! You know, Mo'er really enjoys collecting the blood of geniuses. Their blood is usually very valuable, and..."

"Don't you think it feels really great to nip those so-called geniuses in the bud?"

……

Zhang Ruoxue's eyes gradually turned cold.

Clearly, Han Mo is a complete madman, a madman who cannot be judged by logic and is equally incomprehensible to others.

As her spiritual energy surged into her arm armor, Zhang Ruoxue exerted force the instant her feet touched the ground, propelling herself forward at an extremely high initial speed.

Because the two were already quite close, Zhang Ruoxue's attack was particularly sudden. Han Mo was stunned for a moment before he recovered from his madness.

The straight punch, delivered without any feint, rapidly magnified in Han Mo's vision.

The red-haired youth seemed rather bored, his face filled with melancholy. He took a small step back, and at the same time, he flipped his halberd and delivered a backhand upward slash.

The entire sequence of movements was fluid and perfectly timed. It was a dodge performed just as Zhang Ruoxue mistakenly thought she was about to be hit, causing her to freeze in shock for a moment.

It was this fleeting moment of stunned silence that forced Zhang Ruoxue to use her special metal arm armor to block the upward slash.

Ding!

The crisp sound of metal colliding.

With her cultivation level suppressed, Zhang Ruoxue felt a tingling sensation in her arms, followed by a feeling of weightlessness as her feet levitated.

She was thrown into the air.

"Sky-Shattering Strike!"

Han Mo's ruthless and cold words entered Zhang Ruoxue's ears. In the center of Zhang Ruoxue's vision, the tip of the halberd was condensing a highly concentrated spiritual energy, which burst out in the next second, a beam of light more than two meters wide, engulfing Zhang Ruoxue.