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

The bald, muscular man who suddenly appeared before us was from Yuntian Academy…

Senior Brother?!

61. He doesn't think there's a future.

"Big...Senior Brother...?"

Fan Luo Kui looked up at the young man with a gleaming, shiny head, and for a moment, she was so shocked that her cherry lips parted slightly, and she couldn't say a word.

The young man turned around, looking at the stunningly beautiful cherry-haired girl in front of him with a gentle smile. As he crossed his arms, the muscles on his arms bulged exaggeratedly: "You must be the eighth junior sister that Yuan'er just told me about? I heard you came from the Northern Ice Palace?"

The other person's voice was very calm, with a hint of gentleness within it.

But Fan Luo Kui's attention wasn't on the voice at all; her pale golden pupils remained fixed on the top of the young man's head, which was completely exposed, and she stammered, "It's...it's me, that's right..."

—This is shaved way too clean...it's practically reflecting light...

"Haha~" The young man laughed heartily, reaching out to pat Fan Luo Kui's soft shoulder: "I'm so sorry, Eighth Junior Sister, I only just found out about you. I'm really sorry I didn't bring you a gift this time~"

"Ah...no, it's okay..."

A look of emotion slowly emerged in Fan Luokui's eyes—of course, she was admiring the bright peak of youth.

"On another note—"

A hint of ruthlessness gradually appeared in the young man's eyes, as chilling as the winter wind, making one shudder at just one glance. His gentle tone also suddenly took on a touch of indifference.

His gaze lingered on the slightly disheveled, cherry-haired girl in front of him. "Eighth Junior Sister, why do you look so disheveled? Did someone do something to you?"

"I?"

Fan Luo Kui blinked, looked down at her somewhat disheveled clothes and her simple magical artifact, which was already somewhat dull, and immediately understood.

She waved her hand, her face darkening slightly: "No, it was just that I encountered resistance from a certain pigeon spirit while chasing her."

"A pigeon spirit?" The young man was taken aback, but quickly realized, "You mean my third junior brother?"

"It's definitely him." Fan Luokui was so angry at the mention of Jiang Shaoguang that she gritted her teeth. "That guy stood me up again today. He clearly agreed to have a fair fight with me today, but he just turned around and ran away!"

And that is indeed the case...

If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't find where Jiang Shaoguang had gone, Fan Luokui wouldn't have returned to the courtyard house in such a sorry state.

"That's just the kind of person my third junior brother is, but he's a good person at heart. He's just a little forgetful and hates trouble."

The young man smiled, defending Jiang Shaoguang while saying to Fan Luokui, "Speaking of which, I haven't introduced myself yet..."

"My name is Gu Wangjun, and I am the top disciple of Yuntian Academy, which means I am your senior brother."

Gu Wangjun?

Upon hearing the young man's name, Fan Luokui and the others in the backyard were all taken aback.

Only our innocent and adorable Yuan'er was still standing next to Gu Wangjun's thigh, looking at Chu Xin and the others, who suddenly looked shocked, and her eighth junior sister with a face full of doubt.

"and many more……"

Chu Xin immediately jumped up from the stool, her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment: "You said your name is Gu Wangjun? The 'Wang' of emperor? The 'Jun' of gentleman?"

King Gu nodded and smiled, "It's me."

An unparalleled shock suddenly appeared on Chu Xin's pretty face. She stared blankly at her disciple Fang Yan, and saw the same astonishment in his eyes.

Yes, Lord Gu.

This name represents not only the Lantian Empire, nor only the Northern Ice Palace…

Almost everyone in the three great heavens knows this name.

—The successor of the Emperor's Pavilion is, to this day, the youngest Nascent Soul cultivator in history, and has a very high chance of becoming the youngest Void Realm cultivator in history.

Prior to this, the record was held by a forging saint who was revered as the youngest saint.

If Gu Wangjun were to advance further, given his talent, he might very well break that kid, the Forging Saint's, record...

A prominent figure throughout the entire Heavenly Domain, and the next successor of the Emperor Pavilion, the dominant sect in the Kun Heavenly Domain.

That's a big shot whose stomp of his foot can shake the three great heavens!

Fan Luo Kui looked at Gu Wangjun with some confusion, "So, Senior Brother, you're from the Imperial Pavilion..."

"Ah, that..." Gu Wangjun revealed a silly, honest smile, touched his smooth, shiny head, and squinted his eyes: "It is indeed me, but in the end, I am just a successor there. To be honest, the first person to take me in was my teacher. I joined the Emperor Pavilion later."

Chu Xin seemed to have thought of something and looked at him with a puzzled expression: "So, your original surname was Gu?"

"Well..." Gu Wangjun scratched his head and asked with a smile, "Why do you suddenly ask that?"

Chu Xin felt a little uneasy under that smiling gaze. Even as a Void Realm expert, she felt a faint sense of crisis when facing Gu Wangjun, as if he could threaten her with a single outburst.

Although it was hard to believe, Chu Xin always had great faith in her own judgment.

After a long pause, she slowly said, "Because the Emperor Pavilion was founded by the descendants of Empress Wu and has a history of countless years in the Kun Tian Domain, the Emperor Pavilion almost never accepts outsiders as disciples. They only believe in the bloodline of Empress Wu. Therefore, all the people in the Emperor Pavilion have the surname Gu."

"Ah..." Yuan'er looked enlightened. "Because the Martial Emperor's name is Gu Tianren..."

That's right.

Faced with Chu Xin's question, Gu Wangjun scratched his head again, seemingly thinking about how to answer.

After a brief silence, he replied with a somewhat complicated expression, "Well... I was admitted through a special admission process, and my teacher was very supportive of me joining the Emperor's Pavilion. As for my name, I changed my surname after joining the Emperor's Pavilion."

"Change your surname?" Fan Luo Kui frowned slightly; this was not a good thing.

Gu Wangjun naturally understood what Fan Luokui meant. He smiled and said, "That's alright. Before I met you, teacher, I didn't even have a name. Even the name Wangjun was given to me by you."

No name...

The nameless one... huh?

Upon thinking about this, Fan Luokui realized that there were probably many hidden details about Gu Wangjun's background.

But she had no intention of asking, since that might touch a nerve.

"Alright, it's rare for our senior brother to come back, so let's not ask so many questions~"

In the end, it was Yuan'er who ended the slightly awkward atmosphere.

The petite girl bounced around a few times, her bright eyes gazing with reverence at the grinning Gu Wangjun. "Um, um, Senior Brother, how long do you plan to stay this time?"

"I?"

Gu Wangjun squatted down, reached out and carefully patted Yuan'er's head, revealing an embarrassed smile: "I'm sorry, Yuan'er, I have to leave soon."

"Eh?!"

This time, not only Yuan'er was surprised, but even Chu Xin and her two companions were somewhat astonished.

Before everyone could even finish being confused, Gu Wangjun stood up again, hands on his hips, and looked around:

"Speaking of which, where are the others?"

"Teacher and the two senior sisters have gone out—" Fan Luokui replied, "Senior Brother Jiang should still be in the city buying ingredients, and Third Senior Brother is still making cooing noises."

—No wonder it's called a pigeon spirit.

Having received an unexpected answer, Gu Wangjun nodded knowingly: "I see. In that case, I'll trouble you."

"Eh?"

Gu Wangjun slowly took out an antique-looking pale yellow envelope from his bosom and handed it to Fan Luokui.

His expression gradually became somewhat serious, and his dark eyes were filled with solemnity: "I'll trouble Eighth Junior Sister to give this letter to Teacher."

"This one……"

"Thank you for your help."

Seeing Gu Wangjun's expression suddenly turn serious, Fan Luokui seemed to realize something. She looked into the distance, but there was no reaction in her field of vision.

Is it just my imagination? Or...?

She slowly put the envelope away, not opening it immediately, but nodding heavily: "Okay, I understand."

"Ah."

Gu Wangjun seemed to be entrusting something to her, and then revealed an exceptionally sunny smile, his gaze wandering around the backyard filled with flower pots.

"Speaking of which, there are quite a few more things in the yard now, not bad~"

"It has a scent of freedom."

The scent of freedom...?

Unable to understand Gu Wangjun's ambiguous sentiments, Xiao Yuan'er hugged Gu Wangjun's leg and asked pitifully, "Senior Brother, you still haven't told me why you're leaving. You only came back once in a long while."

"Well..."

Gu Wangjun smiled憨厚ly, a smile that made him look like a simple country boy.

"You'll find out."

"Eh~~"

Before Yuan'er could continue to whine, King Gu took a deep breath, stood still, and showed a rather enjoyable expression.

He seemed to really like this place.

But in the end, he still had to leave.

"Feel sorry."

He spoke casually, patting Yuan'er's head as he slowly broke free from the little girl's grasp under her reluctant gaze.

He looked at the people in the backyard, smiled, and waved.

"Goodbye~ Remember to give that letter to the teacher for me."

Fan Luokui noticed the fleeting reluctance on Gu Wangjun's face and nodded solemnly, "I will."

"Please."

After saying this, Gu Wangjun's enormous figure disappeared from everyone's sight as the back gate closed.

Not long after—

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Gu Wangjun looked up at the courtyard house above, which was neither spacious nor luxurious, and sighed silently.