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

Duan Xingyao pondered for a long time, his face darkening as he stared at Yun Ping with considerable hostility: "Tell me."

"I would like to meet your sect leader."

Yes, Sect Master.

Although the Holy Feather Sect is a powerful sect that has only recently risen to prominence, any cultivator who can become the sect leader must have a high level of cultivation. And a strong level of cultivation requires a long period of accumulation.

To put it bluntly, even if Elder Duan Xingyao isn't an old man, the sect leader of the Holy Feather Sect is definitely an old man.

Therefore, if you want to ask, the best option is to ask the sect leader of the Holy Feather Sect.

However, Duan Xingyao considered this request to be completely unreasonable.

He stared coldly at Yun Ping, his pre-existing hostility growing even stronger: "You must be joking. The Sect Master is the Sect Master of my Holy Feather Sect, not some lowly sect master. You can't just see him whenever you want."

"Besides, we don't know where you came from or what your purpose is. It's already an exceptional decision to let you into the mountain gate, given that you saved my little sister and my disciple's life."

"Please do not push your luck."

Yunping narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself that Duan Xingyao's hostility towards him was quite considerable.

This is probably the possessiveness of a doting older brother, who doesn't want his sister to have contact with other men...

Indeed, having a sister complex is a terrifying thing.

But before the old rogue could even speak, Zhang Ruoxue couldn't hold back any longer—

"No, we just wanted to ask about the Yangque Fire Domain. Is it really necessary to target us like this?"

Duan Xingyao's response was exceptionally cold: "If just anyone can meet the sect leader, wouldn't my Holy Feather Sect become a tea party?"

Yunping stepped forward, blocking Zhang Ruoxue's path.

“This matter concerns my disciple’s injuries. Only the one from the Yangque Fire Domain can heal my disciple’s wounds. Since you are also a teacher, you should know how I feel.”

"Injuries...?"

Duan Xingyao's gaze fell on Ye Yuchan, and his divine sense swept over the silver-haired girl with the somewhat peculiar attire.

When he saw the other half of Ye Yuchan's body, his eyes widened suddenly, and he instinctively gasped.

He had never seen such a bizarre and terrifying wound in his life... No, it was more than just a wound; it was a kind of decay and erosion that was completely indescribable...

Such an injury was something he had never even heard of before, let alone treated. This was the first time he had ever seen one.

What struck him as even more bizarre was that, logically speaking, Ye Yuchan's right side of her body should have been completely gone, yet she could still speak normally under these circumstances...

I can't understand it.

Perhaps out of fear of the unknown, or perhaps because Duan Xingyao's patience had run out, he did not agree to Yun Ping and the others' demands.

“I said no means no. The sect leader is of noble status and cannot be seen by just anyone. We have never even heard of the Yangque Fire Domain. Rather than searching for those ethereal things that may or may not even exist, it would be better to make proper arrangements for his funeral.”

"What did you say?"

Yunping's eyes suddenly sharpened, and a dark, cold aura emanated from him.

For some reason, as soon as Yunping heard Duan Xingyao ask him to arrange Ye Yuchan's funeral, he couldn't maintain his basic composure. It was as if something in his heart had been stirred up, and his emotions were extremely unstable.

At this moment, Duan Xingchen glared at Duan Xingyao reproachfully: "Master, don't say such unlucky things."

"I'm just stating the facts." Duan Xingyao glanced at Yun Ping indifferently, not taking his sudden change of attitude seriously at all. "If that place really exists, then it's fine. But I'm afraid that they've been tricked by some quack doctor from who-knows-where, and are looking for a Yangque Fire Domain that doesn't even exist."

Just because you don't know something doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

"Whether he exists or not, the sect leader will not see you."

Duan Xingyao was too lazy to argue with Yun Ping any longer. He clapped his hands, stood up from his chair, and said, "In short, everyone, please leave."

"Wait a minute."

Simple words fell from the sky.

Duan Xingyao's steps suddenly stopped. He turned around in astonishment and saw a seemingly ordinary figure.

Also dressed in a white-gold Taoist robe, with a head of white beard and hair, a pale complexion, and hands behind his back, he stood in the center of the council hall at some unknown time.

An elderly man.

The old man stood upright, exuding a sharp and dignified aura, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

“I never said I didn’t want to see anyone.”

Thump, thump—

Kneel on both knees.

Duan Xingyao and Duan Xingchen knelt down at the same time, bowed deeply to the old man before them, and said in unison, "Greetings, Sect Master."

The Sect Master of the Holy Feather Sect!

The old man narrowed his black eyes, which seemed to contain countless stars, and waved his hand, speaking calmly: "Alright, get up, everyone. I just came to see the person who saved our Xingchen."

"Yes!"

Duan Xingyao and Duan Xingchen stood up in response, and then stood to the side rather reservedly, but the former's expression was quite complicated.

This is a complete reversal of expectations at lightning speed... I just said that the sect leader wouldn't come out to see anyone, but before a second had even passed, the sect leader himself came.

The old man's gaze shifted slightly, finally settling on Yunping.

This moment—

A surge of shock welled up in his usually calm eyes. He stood frozen in place, his aged face, which had remained expressionless for so long, now filled with astonishment and disbelief.

"You...you are..."

Yunping continued to cross his legs and grinned at the old man.

That smile seemed to stir something deep within the old man's heart. With his back to Duan Xingchen, he spoke in a commanding tone—

"Stars, untie me."

"what……?"

Duan Xingchen stood there stunned for a long while before he came to his senses.

Since it was the sect leader's order, Duan Xingchen dared not disobey and immediately untied Yun Ping.

Yunping breathed a sigh of relief after finally escaping from the tortoise shell and bindings, thinking that he no longer had to endure the humiliation. He stretched out his arms and casually picked at his ear, oblivious to everyone else.

Looking at Yunping in this posture, the old man smiled nostalgically and said softly.

"Come with me quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and several white lights flashed, enveloping Yun Ping, Ye Yuchan, and Zhang Ruoxue. Accompanied by a buzzing sound that seemed to shake the space, the sect leader of the Holy Feather Sect disappeared from the main hall along with the three of them.

Inside the empty council hall, Duan Xingchen and Duan Xingyao looked at each other in bewilderment.

What... what's going on?

The sect leader went into seclusion earlier, saying that no one should disturb him...

How come he's the one who came out now, and took those three away without saying a word?

Could it be... someone the sect leader knows?

If that's the case—

Recalling how Yun Ping had annihilated the demons in the blink of an eye within the palace ruins, Duan Xingchen lowered his head, and the same question popped into his intelligent mind again.

That problem that troubled her so much—

"Who exactly is this guy?"

12. Yangque Fire Domain?

It was a dizzying feeling, almost like a time-space jump.

Everything around them shattered at that moment and was reassembled in a very short time—what reappeared before Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue was a scene completely different from the magnificent council hall they had seen before.

In the blink of an eye, Yunping and his companions arrived at a cave dwelling that appeared to have no special features. The interior was quite spacious, but compared to the impression that the Holy Feather Sect had left on them, this small cave dwelling seemed rather shabby.

Since there were no decorations, the cave dwelling gave it a clean and tidy feel. However, the furniture and some incomprehensible writing inside also exuded an unknown eerie atmosphere.

These characters were difficult for even Yun Ping to understand, let alone Ye Yuchan. He could only vaguely make out some ancient script, while others resembled artifacts from before ancient times...

The old man in the white and gold Taoist robe quickly cast several spells, and in an instant, three intersecting arrays in the shape of snowflakes appeared at the entrance of the cave. These arrays were capable of directly severing any connection between the outside world and the inside of the cave.

After doing all this, the old man looked at Yunping with an incredibly strange gaze—

Why are you here?

"What do you mean? Kun Tian Domain no longer welcomes me?"

The old rogue didn't shy away from the situation at all. Even though it was clearly someone else's cave, Yunping acted as if he were at home, casually pulling up a stool and sitting down in front of the old man.

Such behavior would be considered extremely disrespectful by the sect leader of any other sect, but the old man seemed to be used to Yun Ping's attitude. Not only did he not say anything, he even took out several jars of old wine from inside the cave.

"What are you saying? I was just curious. It hasn't been long since you came back. I remember you really dislike Kuntian Domain."

"I really don't like this awful place, but I have to come here."

Yunping took the jar of old wine, and the moment he pulled out the cork, the rich and intoxicating aroma of the wine spread from his nose all the way to his body. He smiled faintly, took out a wine glass, and poured himself a glass of wine.

Watching Yun Ping down the mellow old wine in one gulp, the old man's heart stirred, and his gaze immediately shifted to Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue.

Among them, Ye Yuchan's sitting upright in her wheelchair, curiously looking around, immediately caught the old man's attention.

Divine sense swept over—

It was a shock that the old man was nearly frightened when he saw it.

He stared at Ye Yuchan in disbelief, his eyes filled with confusion as if he couldn't understand why this girl was still alive. He looked at Yun Ping in astonishment, then turned to look at the bewildered Yuchan, as if he understood something.

"Did you come here specifically to heal your little lover's wounds?"

Puff puff--

Yunping almost vomited up the wine he had just swallowed.

Ye Yuchan blushed and quickly lowered her head, not wanting the old man to see her bright red face. She retorted rather indignantly, "This old rogue and I... we're not like that!"

"Old rogue?"

The old man was even more puzzled now; wasn't this the kind of address usually used between young lovers...?