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

Zhang Ruoxue has lost her eligibility to participate in the rankings.

150. Run! All of you, run!

As soon as Zhang Ruoxue was teleported out of the secret realm, Yun Ping took her back to the audience seats to heal her injuries.

Judging from the injuries, Zhang Ruoxue's internal injuries were not actually that serious, because she was suppressed the whole time. Han Mo didn't even give her a chance to unleash her power, let alone fight to the death.

"I'm sorry, teacher..."

The girl with black hair and blue eyes sat in the audience seat, staring at Yunping with deep remorse.

"Don't say sorry." Yun Ping slowly cast several healing spells to repair Zhang Ruoxue's injuries, but his tone was slightly cold, and there seemed to be a faint anger swirling in his voice: "You have done your best. This was not your fault in the first place."

"But I..."

Zhang Ruoxue wanted to say something, but Fang Yan chimed in, "Yes, Miss Zhang, you don't need to blame yourself. It wasn't your fault. There's really nothing you can do when something like this happens."

"But if it were you, Fang Yan, on the field, you could win this battle, right?"

Fang Yan was taken aback. He felt somewhat at a loss under Zhang Ruoxue's intense blue gaze, so he turned his head away and mumbled, "Perhaps... I guess."

Zhang Ruoxue's expression immediately darkened, her tone filled with self-blame, "So if you hadn't deliberately let me win, this wouldn't have happened..."

“That’s not quite right,” Jiang Shaoguang stepped forward and said to Zhang Ruoxue with a sunny smile, “With Xiao Tuoyan’s strength, it’s questionable whether he can even get past the second round. Your performance in the second round was already good enough.”

Zhang Ruoxue: "..."

Ruoxue blinked, then looked at Yunping with a rather surprised expression. A look of confusion gradually appeared on her delicate and dignified features, and she pointed at Jiang Shaoguang with a rather adorable look—

The meaning is clear—who is this person? I've never seen him before.

Only then did the old rogue realize that Zhang Ruoxue seemed not to have met Wujing yet, and immediately explained, "This is your third senior brother, named Jiang Shaoguang. You can choose to call him Senior Brother Wujing, or simply call him Pigeon Spirit."

"A pigeon... spirit?" Zhang Ruoxue indicated that she did not understand.

"It's just that thing that keeps standing people up every day has become a spirit. Anyway, from now on, just pretend you didn't hear anything he said about making promises."

Zhang Ruoxue blinked again, then turned around and looked at Jiang Shaoguang, who had a sheepish smile on his face but did not choose to refute. She raised an eyebrow and said, "Isn't that the exact opposite of Junior Sister Luo Kui?"

Yunping thought about it and realized that it made sense. Fan Luokui seemed to be a rather rigid person who valued promises very much. If you were to categorize her by type, she would definitely be the type who arrives at the agreed location half an hour early.

Jiang Shaoguang? It's good if it doesn't drag on for two hours.

"Speaking of which..."

During the conversation, Fang Yan's slightly tense voice suddenly rang out: "I feel that Miss Ye's condition seems a little... not quite right?"

"Ok?"

Zhang Ruoxue and Jiang Shaoguang were both taken aback. They both unleashed their divine senses and entered the secret realm to check on Ye Yuchan's condition.

Zhang Ruoxue almost jumped off her stool when she saw it.

At this moment, they were all wondering if there was something wrong with their divine sense. If not, why would they see Ye Yuchan who was so different?

It's like he's become a completely different person!

Yunping frowned, quickly got up from the stool, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down.

"Never mind." The old rogue shook his head, narrowed his eyes, stared intently at Ye Yuchan in the secret realm, and murmured softly, "It's still within a controllable range for now."

"Moreover, it's a good opportunity to make those two guys pay a price."

…………

In the secret realm.

"So boring, so boring~"

Han Mo pulled his halberd from the black and gray stones, then twirled it in a flourish, letting the whistling wind blow past his ears.

That tender, still-developing face was filled with sorrow and regret. "I originally thought Sister Ruoxue was such a brilliant genius, but I didn't expect that she only had this much ability... It really broke Mo'er's heart."

After speaking, he stared expectantly at Ye Yuchan, who was standing motionless not far away, like a child seeing a favorite toy. "Sister Yuchan, Sister Yuchan, you must be amazing!!"

Ye Yuchan did not answer.

He simply stood there, gazing in the direction where Zhang Ruoxue had disappeared, without saying a word.

"Not bad." Han Jiuquan stood with a faint smile, holding his sword. The black longsword rippled with layers of dark waves. "Elemental physique, quite good attack methods, and the magic weapon she hasn't taken out yet. With this kind of strength, she can definitely stand firm in the [One] sect."

In the battle just now, Han Jiuquan was convinced that Ye Yuchan was indeed a person worth paying attention to. Although her movements seemed chaotic, they were incredibly precise and swift. Even without using the magic weapon black bow, she could remain unscathed from his attacks.

Although Han Jiuquan still had many trump cards up his sleeve, he might not be able to defeat Ye Yuchan in a short time if it came down to pure close combat.

"Really?! Can I have Sister Yu Chan's blood?!" Han Mo always trusted Han Jiu Quan, and he almost completely believed his older brother's words. "Mo'er hasn't been able to collect Sister Genius's blood for a long time!"

Han Jiuquan glanced at Han Mo coldly and said indifferently, "It's not too late for you to collect blood after I've had my fill of playing around."

"Hmm...can't Mo'er play with Sister Yu Chan?"

"No." Han Jiuquan completely ignored Han Mo's almost cute tone, and stared at Ye Yuchan in front of him with full fighting spirit. "She is mine."

That same tone again.

They speak in a tone that treats others like toys, something they can trample and crush at will.

Ye Yuchan had to admit that the thing she hated most in her life was people who spoke to her in this tone.

Even Liu Kaige, that guy simply wanted to find a powerful opponent to fight, and he enjoyed the process of fighting. But Han Jiuquan was different... He enjoyed the process of toying with his opponent.

This condescending attitude... this attitude of not treating them like human beings...

Ye Yuchan loathed it to the extreme.

Now, Zhang Ruoxue almost died because of them. If it weren't for the old rogue's protective formation, Zhang Ruoxue, who was teleported out of the secret realm, would probably be seriously injured.

It's because of them.

His fists were clenched tightly, and the veins bulged.

It's so hot, so hot...

Something was burning wildly inside me.

No one knew that at that moment, the demon in the abyss finally revealed its evil smile.

……

cold.

For some reason, at that moment, Han Jiuquan and Han Mo both felt the temperature around their skin change from scorching to freezing, as if they had suddenly been transported from a lava volcano to the snowy plains of the Far East.

But the surrounding area was still filled with raging flames, still with that towering volcano, still with that region that should have been incredibly hot.

Why do they feel cold?

Moreover, the coldness did not just stay on the surface of the skin, but was like countless incredibly sharp and tiny silver needles, piercing into every orifice of the body, penetrating flesh and blood, piercing meridians, and finally... reaching the soul.

Cold, endless cold.

Han Jiuquan looked up in astonishment, and a look of panic gradually spread across his eyes, which should have been unruly. He stared at the source of that cold aura... the girl named Ye Yuchan.

What came into view was a thick black aura emanating from Ye Yuchan's body, appearing and disappearing indistinctly. It was an absolute, pure darkness; just one glance was enough to make one's consciousness sink into it—an indescribable, nameless darkness.

What is that...?

I don't understand.

But Han Jiuquan's mind, his consciousness, was frantically warning him—

Run!!

Run? This young master wants to run?

He didn't trust his own judgment, because he clearly still had countless trump cards up his sleeve. How could he, as the acknowledged genius of the Three-Day Academy, possibly make a move like running away when facing Ye Yuchan?!

The moment this thought arose.

Darkness descends.

The black and white maid outfit trembled in the cold wind, and the silver-haired girl appeared before the two members of the Han family as if she had crossed the void, raising her expressionless face.

In an instant, Han Mo's eyes were filled with only this face: a face with a straight mouth, indifferent brows, and eyes as dark as the night.

Between his lips, a cold, chilling voice, as silent as a dead abyss, was uttered softly: "I have never belonged to anyone else."

"Mo'er, be careful!!"

Han Jiuquan shouted, and his black sword suddenly swung five times towards Ye Yuchan. Five lightning-fast sword energies shot out from different angles with extremely tricky precision.

That was an absolutely unavoidable sword aura. Han Jiuquan was already familiar with Ye Yuchan's skillful and exquisite dodging techniques, so he didn't want to give Ye Yuchan any chance to dodge and forced her to take it head-on!

As the sword energy hurtled towards them, Ye Yuchan turned her head indifferently, her eyes gradually revealing a ruthless coldness.

"roll!"

Puff puff puff!

The somber aura, accompanied by an overwhelming chill, instantly pulverized all five sword energies.

What kind of evil magic is this?!

Han Jiuquan couldn't understand what had happened in that instant. That was his refined sword energy, which even a peak-stage cultivator would need to have some skill to withstand. Yet Ye Yuchan only let out a low roar, and then it all dissipated without warning.

This makes no sense at all!

Before Han Jiuquan could figure it out, Ye Yuchan's seemingly weak pink fist slammed towards Han Mo, who was standing directly in front of her.

Han Mo's face was no longer filled with the arrogance and madness of before. Fear urged him to immediately raise his halberd and hold it in front of him, attempting to protect himself.

Boom!

With one punch, the black energy exploded.

Clang—the sound of metal falling.

Ye Yuchan's punch directly smashed the magic weapon halberd into two pieces, turning the king-level magic weapon carefully selected by the Han family cultivators into scrap metal.

As for Han Mo? Under the power of this punch, most of his body was smashed into the ground, covered in blood, and he was turned into a bloody mess by a single punch!

She suddenly turned around and stared at Han Jiuquan with a blank expression.

In that instant, Han Jiuquan finally understood why he had instinctively wanted to run away.

At this moment, Ye Yuchan is completely different from the Ye Yuchan before... it's as if she has become a different person!