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

Yu Chan smiled and immediately began searching for a special button that the old rogue had installed for her.

"You old scoundrel, just you wait. I'll pull out an AK and blow your head off right now."

—Speaking of which, it seems that Yunping did indeed install the [King's Treasure Trove] function on Ye Yuchan's wheelchair.

However, none of them contained ancient divine weapons; they were all firearms that went "rat-a-tat-tat-tat," including Gatling guns that emitted blue flames.

"..."

Looking at the master and disciple who had suddenly started arguing, Yang Queyinghuo suddenly didn't want to get involved in their messy affairs anymore.

"So noisy."

He shook his massive head helplessly, and his wings, which bloomed with fiery flowers, fluttered slightly.

Its tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction as it said, "Don't be too happy yet. Although your method is indeed feasible, there's still one problem—"

"What's the problem?" Yun Ping asked curiously as he dodged Ye Yuchan's gunfire, a few large-caliber bullets dangling from his mouth.

"The problem with the Soul-Binding Lock."

Yang Queying narrowed her eyes, looked at the two who were making such a racket, and said something that instantly silenced the scene.

"The Soul-Binding Lock you're looking for may have already been taken."

……

The two, who were making references to The Matrix, suddenly stopped.

Yun Ping's expression suddenly changed. He crushed the bullet between his fingers into powder and said calmly, "It was taken? What does that mean?"

"The literal meaning." Seeing the two quiet down, Yang Queyinghuo showed a satisfied expression, then turned serious and said, "The Soul-Binding Lock used to be in Ghost Valley, but not long ago, an uninvited guest came to Ghost Valley and forcibly took the Soul-Binding Lock away."

"uninvited guest?"

Yunping frowned, looking at Yang Queyinghu with suspicion: "Regardless of whether this news is true or not, how did you, a shut-in who's too lazy to even move an inch all day, know about this?"

Although she didn't quite understand the meaning of the phrase "homebody" or "shut-in," Yang Queyinghu could tell that Yunping was mocking her for being lazy.

It immediately let out a cold snort—no, a hot snort, because the breath it exhaled was still scorching hot flames.

"I just didn't want to have anything to do with this boring world. As for that news, it was naturally told to me by my followers."

"Cultists?" Ye Yuchan held a silver-white revolver in her left hand, her expression slightly serious. "Like those...giant babies on the first floor?"

"Giant baby?" Yang Queyinghuo paused for a moment before realizing that Ye Yuchan was referring to the Golden Crow Clan: "I see. Indeed, they are also my followers."

The old rogue grinned, looking at it with utter mockery: "You clearly said you weren't interested in the outside world, but you created a religion. Aren't you contradicting yourself?"

Faced with Yun Ping's mockery, Yang Queyinghuo glanced at Yun Ping with disdain.

It still maintains that proud posture, like a phoenix from mythology.

“This sect is not my choice, and those followers are just claiming to be my followers. This palace is also something they built themselves.”

"Huh?" Ye Yuchan didn't quite understand what Yang Queyinghuo meant.

"What I mean is that I didn't ask them to become believers; they found me on their own and then took me for granted as their god."

Ye Yuchan: "..."

Now I understand.

So, Yang Que Ying Huo was just dozing off in the Yang Que Huo Domain when a few demons happened to encounter it. Somehow, they started to worship Yang Que Ying Huo, and then, in order to truly implement their faith, they set up their own sect and even built their own palace...

"This sounds so surreal..."

“I think so too.” Ye Yuchan nodded vigorously, like a chicken pecking at rice. “It’s too magical…not at all like a fantasy novel.”

Yang Queyinghuo was too lazy to pay attention to the two of them mocking his career, and his tone returned to seriousness: "In short, the matter of the Soul-Binding Lock being stolen was told to me by my followers, and the information should be very reliable."

"Is there any other news?" Yunping also realized the seriousness of the situation. "Who was the person who stole the Soul-Binding Lock?"

"A woman dressed in white."

"The woman in white?"

Ye Yuchan and Yun Ping were both stunned, and a graceful figure unconsciously appeared in their minds.

Yunping's expression grew cold: "Don't tell me that's all there is to it, such a vague condition."

If that were all there was to it, even Yunping wouldn't be able to immediately find the identity of the person who snatched the Soul-Binding Lock in the vast sea of ​​people.

After all, any woman can wear white, and there's no rule that only a specific person can wear white.

That's practically saying nothing at all!

"Of course, that's not all. My followers also told me something else."

"what?"

"You might not believe it, but even I questioned my followers when I first heard the news. But then I thought about it, and there are very few people in the world who can enter Ghost Valley, openly seize the Soul-Binding Lock, and leave with no one able to stop them."

"If it really is her, it's not entirely impossible."

A sense of foreboding crept into Yunping's heart: "Who are you talking about?"

"You are very familiar with this person's name."

Yang Queyinghuo gazed at Yun Ping and slowly uttered the three words that had already appeared in Yun Ping's mind.

"Ye Xuanqiu, your former wife."

……

Ye Yuchan's expression froze, and a complex look slowly appeared on her eyebrows.

My former...wife.

She still remembers that although Emperor Wen was handsome and carefree, he had never been heard to have had a relationship with any woman in his entire life. However, everyone knew that there was a woman by Emperor Wen's side who was as beautiful as a fairy and whose strength was unfathomable. Wherever Emperor Wen went, he would go with her, whether he was looking at mountains, rivers, or stars.

Some say that she was Emperor Wen's wife, his only wife.

However, this claim was scorned by many female cultivators who admired Emperor Wen, most of whom were unwilling to believe that someone like Emperor Wen was a married man.

But he is.

Because that's what Yang Que Ying Huo said.

Yunping's expression suddenly turned extremely somber, with a subtle hint of anger hidden within.

"You need to choose the right angle when you're joking. Don't bring up her issues with me..."

"I'm not joking."

Yang Que Yinghuo interrupted Yun Ping's words. At this moment, it seemed particularly serious: "Of the three great heavens, apart from the twenty-one ultimate beings, there are at most six people who can freely enter and exit places like Ghost Valley. Of these six people, three will not leave their sects, one has been in seclusion and has not come out yet, one's whereabouts are unknown, and one's life or death is uncertain."

"None of these six people meet the criteria, so it is definitely not them."

"Moreover, my followers have spread rumors that someone in Ghost Valley accidentally lifted her veil during a battle, saw her face, and confirmed—"

"She is the one who fought alongside you during the Heavenly Era."

……

Yunping took a deep breath to calm his agitated emotions.

Every time Ye Xuanqiu is mentioned, he becomes a completely different person.

After about half a minute, Yun Ping finally spoke in a cold voice, trying his best to control his emotions, and said calmly, "Ye Xuanqiu is dead. That woman could not be her."

"Perhaps." Yang Queyinghu knew she couldn't persuade Yunping otherwise, so she had no choice but to go along with him.

Yunping remained silent for a moment, then asked, "Where did that woman go with the Soul-Binding Lock?"

"Speaking of which, that place also has quite a connection with you."

"what?"

"The Imperial Pavilion—"

Yang Queyinghuo narrowed his eyes, seemingly quite cautious about the whole matter.

"That's the one that claims to have been built by the descendants of Empress Wu... the Imperial Pavilion."

60. Internal Affairs in the Wild Sky Territory

Wild Heaven Realm.

Lantian Empire, Jinglin City.

"Third Senior Brother~"

The smile on the face of the young man, who had striking short blond hair and a sunny, heartwarming appearance, suddenly froze.

He turned around stiffly and, as expected, saw the tall, cherry-haired girl who had been chasing him for nearly two months.

This stunningly beautiful woman, who would attract countless eyes simply by standing on the street, was now showing him an exceptionally captivating smile.

Romantic luck?

Jiang Shaoguang felt that he would be quite happy if the beautiful woman in front of him didn't have a black scabbard hanging from her waist.

But he's not happy at all right now!

"Eighth...Eighth Junior Sister..." Jiang Shaoguang stared blankly at the girl who slowly placed her hand on the hilt of her sword, and swallowed hard. "Good morning?"

Good morning!

The voice just fell.

hum~

Blades danced wildly.

A flash of cold light suddenly ripped through the void before him. Jiang Shaoguang could clearly sense that the air directly in front of him was being cut apart at a terrifying speed by something extremely sharp. The high-speed vibration of the air made him subconsciously take several steps back.

"Hey, hey, this first thing in the morning?!"

He stared at the strands of golden hair that had been cut off by the blade in front of him, his face contorted with stomach pain as he watched Fan Luo Kui slowly sheath her sword.

Luo Kui shook her slightly sore right hand. As expected, she hadn't fully recovered yet, and her sword speed was noticeably slower.

Of course, it also has something to do with magical artifacts—after all, the knife she was most used to had been destroyed by the previous member of the Jiang family, and the current knife was just something she casually picked up from the city lord of Jinglin City.

Strangely enough, as soon as he heard that he needed a knife, Chen Feng, the city lord of Jinglin City, acted like a servant and immediately found a decent magic weapon and delivered it to his courtyard. Moreover, his attitude was far from friendly; it was downright obsequious.