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

"Do you know why this place is called the Netherworld?"

"How would I know..." The words "Yangque Fire Domain" suddenly appeared in Ye Yuchan's mind. Thinking of Yangque Yinghuo, she seemed to understand Yun Ping's meaning, "Because this is... the territory of the Netherworld Ghost Fire?"

Now Ye Yuchan understood completely. Judging from the old rogue's background, this guy was probably...

"You wouldn't happen to be friends with the Ghost Fire, would you?"

Yunping nodded noncommittally and pointed to the lingering spiritual fire in the sky: "I already asked her to keep an eye on my Ruoxue, so you can rest assured about her safety."

“If it’s the ultimate, then indeed…” Thinking of the extraordinary abilities of the Twenty-One Ultimate, Ye Yuchan felt much more at ease. “But speaking of which, you really are related to the Twenty-One Ultimate… I haven’t even met many of them yet, Netherworld Ghost Fire… I don’t even know what she looks like.”

No, you know.

Yunping's answer caused Ye Yuchan's brain to freeze on the spot.

"What do you mean?"

"because……"

Yunping gave a thumbs-up and pointed without turning his head to the magnificent and beautiful Piaoxiang Pavilion behind him:

"That innocent little thing is the ghost fire of the underworld."

Ye Yuchan: "Huh?"

……

at the same time.

The third floor of Piaoxiang Pavilion.

Having finally calmed down, Xiao Chunjie sat on the soft red bed, looking helplessly at the information composed of pale gold characters in front of her.

"Honestly, I finally get to see her, and not only do I have to watch her perform a striptease, but she also makes me do manual labor..."

"but……"

She stared at the words that appeared before her eyes and sighed.

"What do you mean by 'Don't try to save her unless absolutely necessary'? Does that mean I should only help when she's about to die?"

"I really don't understand this guy..."

She lay down helplessly, wrapping her tempting body in the soft, sweet blanket, a hint of seriousness appearing in her beautiful eyes.

Apprentice?

Speaking of which, it seems that one of his disciples is in a wheelchair, and that girl seems to have been corrupted by the terrifying ice of the abyss.

No wonder he came here; he's probably looking for Yang Queyinghuo.

but……

She took a deep breath, looked at the ceiling, and sighed:

"That girl's scent, and that woman's..."

"It really looks like it."

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A long-awaited 4000+ word chapter!

This volume is expected to be quite long...

Because the apprentices will have a lot of screen time coming up...

And finally, Yu Chan and Lao Yun...

Long time no see!

We've entered a world for just the two of us, undisturbed by anyone else! (Just kidding)

47. It's normal for a teacher to take advantage of their apprentices.

Netherworld.

No… to be precise—the netherworld.

Although the Netherworld looks very much like the capital of the Lantian Empire in the Desolate Sky Domain, its unparalleled prosperity and bustling street scenes sometimes make people wonder if they have returned to the capital.

Furthermore, the number of demons and monsters in the Netherworld is pitifully small, with most being human cultivators belonging to various sects. This makes the place with the eerie name of the Netherworld seem more like a bustling human city.

"And what do you mean by 'ghostly realms'? Zhang Ruoxue didn't encounter any ghosts along the way, and she didn't even see many demons or monsters."

"The pharmacy...the pharmacy..."

Although she was determined to cultivate here, Zhang Ruoxue had not come up with a specific plan. In fact, she didn't even have a place to stay.

It's likely that Yunping realized this, which is why he gave her the pendant and told her to go to that pharmacy. This way, she wouldn't have to stay in taverns or inns, saving her a lot of money and trouble.

After all, inns and taverns are places where all sorts of people mingle, and you might run into trouble just by taking a few steps outside. This place is, after all, a ghostly realm, not the small courtyard of Yuntian Academy.

Holding her little teddy bear, whose face clearly showed signs of stomach pain, Zhang Ruoxue walked along the increasingly deserted streets. She noticed that the further southwest she went, the fewer people she saw around her.

Moreover, the shops, sect gates, pawnshops, and other similar buildings that used to be easily found every few steps have gradually become scarce. This transformation is like suddenly returning from the bustling capital to the small city of Jinglin.

In fact, this should be considered Zhang Ruoxue's second time leaving Yunping; the first time was when she and Fan Luokui returned to their small village.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously hugged the little Teddy dog ​​named Xiaohan tightly in her arms.

However, this time, Fan Luokui is still recuperating in the courtyard house, and she is truly acting alone this time.

"The pharmacy...the pharmacy..."

The surrounding scenery was slowly changing, from the original prosperity to a slightly desolate state. Looking around, apart from a few shops that were still open, the entire dilapidated street was almost overgrown with weeds, or simply piled up with a lot of waste and garbage. The better ones were just dilapidated warehouses built on open spaces, which could be dumped at any time.

Faced with this scene, Zhang Ruoxue almost doubted whether she had taken the wrong path. After checking several times, she finally managed to accept reality.

—This is indeed the southwest corner of the Netherworld…

but……

"It shouldn't be here, right?"

Zhang Ruoxue's eyelids twitched, and she awkwardly tried to comfort herself.

But on this street that was practically rotten to the core, Zhang Ruoxue's gaze soon, rather reluctantly, settled on a certain spot—

It was a very simple shop, not exactly dilapidated, but definitely without any special features. Next to the light brown wooden door was a square opening, from which half a table protruded. On the table were a few powdered medicines laid out perfunctorily, with what appeared to be price tags on them.

At the very top of the shop is a crooked wooden plaque that is about to fall off due to years of disrepair.

Lao Liu Pharmacy

The pharmacy...in the southwest corner...a shop with terrible business where nobody goes...

Recalling what Yunping had said earlier, Zhang Ruoxue was certain that the pharmacy in front of her seemed to be the place she was looking for.

However, judging from the appearance of this shop, Zhang Ruoxue had already begun to think, "Maybe we should just pretend nothing happened."

But right now, the old rogue hadn't given her any money, and she didn't know anyone in this ghostly realm. It seemed that this pharmacy was the only place she could go.

With gritted teeth and a stomp of the foot...

Well, he's a friend of that old bastard teacher after all, so he probably can't be any less reliable than the teacher, right?

With this somewhat self-deprecating thought in mind, Zhang Ruoxue slowly walked to the front of the pharmacy. She first glanced at the dark, empty space, and then politely knocked on the door.

dong dong dong.

"Who is it...?"

A weak, listless voice rang out, and the languid tone almost made Zhang Ruoxue mistake it for an old rogue inside.

A figure emerged from the darkness, swaying from side to side. Instead of opening the door, he stumbled to the dark opening, poked his head out, and stared at Zhang Ruoxue with his narrowed eyes.

As he looked at Zhang Ruoxue, Ruoxue was also sizing her up.

The other person was a short man with messy, light yellow hair. He looked like an ordinary man in his thirties. He had three vertical scars hanging down over his right eye, his cheeks were flushed, and he reeked of alcohol.

Is this guy...drunk?

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man glanced at Zhang Ruoxue, his tone quite unfriendly: "If you have nothing to do, don't stand in front of my shop and block my business, you know?"

Doing business...

Zhang Ruoxue glanced back at the deserted street, thinking to herself, "There's no one else here but me. Who are you going to do business with?"

Despite her inner complaints, Zhang Ruoxue took out the pendant that the old rogue had given her from her storage ring when faced with this obviously drunk man.

"Well, my teacher said that as soon as you see this pendant, you'll know what it means."

"Pendant?"

The uncle suddenly jolted awake, took the bright red pendant from Zhang Ruoxue's hand, and looked at the familiar object. He suddenly remembered that a long, long time ago, a person of unparalleled fame had once held this pendant.

At that time, he had only recently opened the pharmacy, and business was quite slow...

And it was his old friend who, holding this pendant, spoke to him earnestly—

If one day someone comes to you with this pendant, you must remember...

"That's the one I tricked into being your laborer; you can order her around however you want."

Free labor... is here!

A glint flashed in the uncle's eyes. He sobered up immediately after drinking most of the day yesterday. He transformed into a beam of light, quickly put away the pendant, and then opened the door at a speed that Zhang Ruoxue could not even see with her naked eye. His gaze toward Zhang Ruoxue became exceptionally kind.

He never expected that the promise that guy had once dismissed as nonsense would actually come true!

"Hey, little girl, you're that guy's apprentice, right? Let me tell you, back then your teacher and I were sworn brothers, inseparable, like brothers!"

"Ah..." Faced with the suddenly enthusiastic pharmacy uncle, Zhang Ruoxue was a little at a loss for words. "I don't know, but my teacher said you would help me."

"help?"

Thinking back to the personality of that old rogue, scoundrel, and swindler, he immediately realized what was going on, but to be sure, he still asked, "Um, your teacher sent you to see me. What do you want me to help you with?"

"It must be a problem with cultivation..."

It really is cultivation.

The uncle nodded in understanding, gestured for Zhang Ruoxue to come in, and said with a gentle smile, "In short, please come in. I see you haven't found a place to stay either. Since your teacher asked you to come to me for help, if you don't mind, you can stay at my little shop."

"what……"