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

That was absolutely not a joke.

But this made him feel even more complicated.

"I shall take my leave for now."

He gasped, then bowed to the old man before turning and leaving the dean's office.

Shortly after he left, the old man looked at the closed door and sighed heavily.

The old man turned his head again, gazing at the strange spiritual plant in the corner of the room, a wry smile playing on his aged lips...

He still remembers that voice.

Just a second before the Jiang family was wiped out, that resounding sound echoed throughout the entire Extreme Heaven Domain—

The Jiang family is no more in the Extreme Heaven Domain

That voice, that tone, that overwhelming and domineering aura.

This reminded the old man of someone.

A man who meticulously taught him the knowledge of the Great Dao when he was still a Xuanmen cultivator.

"master……"

He murmured something under his breath—

"You're not really still alive... are you...?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his head with a wry smile, as if he felt that his self-talk was too foolish.

★ NO.4 Yangque Fire Domain ★

1. This is a new type of magical artifact.

Wild Heaven Realm.

A full month has passed since that incident.

Even within the Desolate Heaven Domain, the annihilation of the Jiang family in the Extreme Heaven Domain was almost a household name—after all, they were once a Heaven-level family, and the annihilation of the Jiang family was roughly equivalent to the demolition of the imperial palace of the Lantian Empire.

Because this was such a momentous event, it has become an important topic of conversation among various sects and factions in the Desolate Sky Domain, and its popularity shows no signs of waning.

Naturally, many speculations arose regarding the mysterious figure who annihilated the Chiang family.

Some say it is the descent of a great demon from ancient times.

Some say that the Jiang family offended a mysterious organization that had been hiding in the past, and were wiped out by the demigods in that organization.

Some even speculated that Emperor Wen had been resurrected, or that the Jiang family had offended him again...

In short, there are countless different opinions, and as for the so-called resurrection of Emperor Wen, everyone just treats it as a joke—in the past, whenever a major event occurred, someone would come out and say that it was done by the resurrected Emperor Wen.

At first, everyone was a little shocked, but the other party couldn't produce any evidence. Over time, everyone just ignored the rumor of Emperor Wen's resurrection.

That being said—

"Are you done yet... I'm getting tired of just standing here."

Inside the courtyard house.

Dressed in white, his hair as white as snow, and his long black hair cascading down in a slightly disheveled manner, the ordinary-looking young man was squatting in his own courtyard, casually fiddling with a wrench in his hand.

He glanced back at a silver-haired girl leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, his signature deadpan expression hardening. "You're leaning against the wall, aren't you? Besides, I'm doing high-precision work. Slow and steady wins the race, don't you understand?"

"You've been fiddling with this for almost half a month now, really..."

The silver-haired girl named Ye Yuchan rolled her eyes, but because she was wearing a half-silver mask on the right side of her face, only her left eye, which was almost rolled up to the top of her head, could be seen.

Ye Yuchan's attire was slightly different from before. Although she was still wearing a maid outfit, the skirt was much longer than before, making her look more like a noble princess's gown, with the hem reaching her ankles.

Her upper body was also completely covered up. Originally, there was no fabric on her forearms, but now it had become a long-sleeved style, covering every inch of Ye Yuchan's skin.

As for why Yu Chan dressed so conservatively, it certainly wasn't because she wanted to—

Because there's no other way.

Since the incident a month ago, Ye Yuchan's right side of her body has become an evil entity that can no longer be called a human body.

—It was utterly black, the skin looked as if it had been scorched into charcoal, and the flesh inside was frozen into ice of immeasurable temperature. The meridians and bones all looked as if they had been burned to ashes and then frozen into ice.

Her right side of her body was eroded by the Abyss Frost, and even now, remnants of the Abyss Frost's soul remain in Ye Yuchan's body.

Yunping was very fortunate, because Ye Yuchan's body was eroded on the right side, not the left side—because Yuchan's heart was still in the normal position.

"Alright, all done."

After finishing the last component, Yunping clapped his hands and looked at his "work" with considerable satisfaction.

Ye Yuchan glanced curiously at the unremarkable-looking thing in front of her. "Shall I give it a try first?"

"Hmm, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

So, with a skeptical look on her face, our Yu Chan girl walked towards the thing that Yun Ping had been tinkering with for half a month before finally coming up with it.

……

Inside the courtyard house.

The petite, red-haired girl was sitting in the center of the front yard, her two starry eyes staring blankly at Yun Ping and her junior sister Yu Chan in front of her. Her mouth was slightly open, and the guqin that Yun Ping had just repaired fell out of her arms again.

Lin Yuan was startled and hurriedly picked up the guqin from the ground. She hugged the guqin, which was several inches taller than her, with heartache, and then stared blankly ahead.

After a long pause, the little girl finally blurted out, "Junior Sister Yu Chan, Teacher... are you two... doing a two-person comedy act?"

"No, I was just testing the turning mechanism and speed of this thing a little."

As Yunping rapidly circled around, he glanced back at Ye Yuchan, whose expression was growing increasingly grim. He lowered his head, deep in thought, and said, "Hmm, you've got the speed, but the turning angles seem a bit off. Yuchan, is it because your driving skills aren't up to par?"

Ye Yuchan immediately bristled. She glared at the old rogue and snapped, "What business is it of yours! You think you can pull off some fancy tricks with a wheelchair?!"

Yes, wheelchair.

Yunping spent a full half month tinkering with this contraption—a wheelchair.

This was a last resort, because Yu Chan's right side of her body was completely corroded by the abyss. Her ankles, Achilles tendons, and even her balance were extremely difficult to maintain. If she were to continue walking normally, she would have to rely on a wheelchair.

That's why Yunping went to so much trouble to create a wheelchair—originally he wanted to ask that kid, Forging Saint, for help, but that kid is nowhere to be found in Jinglin City.

Upon hearing Ye Yuchan's defiant rebuttal, Yun Ping revealed a profound smile: "You know what, my wheelchair really does have quite a few tricks up its sleeve."

"I added something like an armory to this. Remember the circular path leading to the secret realm that we saw in the Battle of Ten Thousand Sects last time? I added similar functions to this wheelchair."

Ye Yuchan was taken aback. She pressed a button on the side of her with her left hand, stopping both herself and her wheelchair. "Secret Realm... You didn't put something weird on my wheelchair, did you?"

Yunping waved his hand, "How could that be? I'm your teacher, how could I harm you? Don't you agree?"

"Haven't you hurt me enough times already..." Ye Yuchan's pretty face darkened.

"Don't worry, there won't be any problems this time." Yun Ping patted his chest confidently, his face full of self-assurance. However, this expression made Ye Yuchan even more worried: "I installed some passages on this wheelchair that can temporarily lead to the small secret realm I created. As long as you infuse your spiritual energy into it and operate it in a certain way, you can temporarily summon the things in that secret realm."

Ye Yuchan and Lin Yuan were immediately shocked upon hearing this.

How can anyone still associate a secret passage with a wheelchair these days!

It sounds so mysterious!

"So what can it summon? A magical artifact?"

In response to Yu Chan's question, Yun Ping nodded: "It can be considered a magic weapon, but I made it myself. Its power is generally around the peak of the Transformation stage to the God Transformation stage."

"That's amazing?!" Ye Yuchan's eyes gleamed, and a bold idea suddenly popped into her head: "Hey old rogue, can you mass-produce this wheelchair?"

Yunping's expression suddenly turned cold. "I know you're thinking of selling this wheelchair for money again. Can't you be a little more sensible?"

"This thing is bound to sell like hotcakes! Don't you want to become a... business tycoon in this world?"

"Sorry, I don't want to."

Ye Yuchan silently rolled her eyes, then asked, "So what are all these magical artifacts of yours?"

Yunping blinked and thought for a moment.

"If I remember correctly, AK-47, M416, RPG anti-tank missiles, Claymore mines, and I think there was also a UMP45 submachine gun..."

These words stunned Ye Yuchan for three seconds.

Three seconds later, as expected, came the earth-shattering outburst of criticism—

"Although I'm not very knowledgeable about firearms, I do know that these are firearms!"

“Yes.” Yun Ping nodded rather calmly, unmoved by Ye Yuchan’s complaints. “What’s wrong? Can’t there be firearms in the cultivation world? Even demons can evolve, so you don’t allow cold weapons to evolve into firearms?”

"This isn't even at the level of evolution anymore!"

"Relax, relax~"

Yunping patted Ye Yuchan's shoulder with a smile, signaling her not to get so excited. Then he silently gave her a thumbs up and gave her a very sunny smile: "Don't worry, it'll be fine."

Ye Yuchan: "..."

—There were just too many things to complain about, so she didn't know where to begin.

Yunping didn't give Yuchan a chance to continue her rant. He turned his back and said, "Alright, I'll head over now. I need to go check on Xiao Jiang and the others in the backyard—"

"They haven't recovered yet."

At this point, Yunping's tone became somewhat somber.

Watching Yun Ping's departing figure, Ye Yuchan and Lin Yuan exchanged a glance, and the two girls, one big and one small, sighed in unison.

It has to be admitted that Yunping really has absolutely no sense of authority as a teacher... He's a complete scoundrel, and he often does some strange things.

Such a person is so unrecognizable that one could never associate him with the man who annihilated the Chiang family.

Yes, Ye Yuchan, Lin Yuan, and the entire Yuntian Academy all knew about the destruction of the Jiang family, and they also knew that the person who killed the Jiang family was Yun Ping.

"Ugh……"

Setting aside the complex emotions swirling in her mind for the moment, Ye Yuchan patted the sturdy wheelchair beneath her, a subtle twitch at the corner of her mouth, and couldn't help but say, "I have a feeling that old scoundrel is playing me..."

Lin Yuan seemed unable to understand the point Yu Chan had made earlier, but analyzing Ye Yu Chan's expression, she came to a subtle conclusion: "Does Junior Sister Yu Chan feel that Teacher doesn't care about you enough?"

"Huh? No..." Ye Yuchan was taken aback, hesitated for a few seconds, and then shook her head with a slightly flushed face, "That's not what I meant."