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

"What happened?!" Noticing Yun Ping's serious tone, Ye Yuchan snapped out of her complicated emotions and looked around blankly: "What's wrong? Suddenly..."

"Something's not right." Yun Ping instantly summoned his divine soul, beginning a sweep through the vast expanse of dust: "That dust guy isn't around here, and..."

"And what?"

"It has an unusual flavor."

"Smell?" Ye Yuchan sniffed, but didn't smell anything strange. "What smell? I can't smell anything."

"..."

It was an indescribable smell, like the smell of blood, like the smell of fragrance, and like the smell of something being burnt.

Strangely, Yunping felt that the smell was quite familiar, as if he had smelled it before, and more than once.

Gray miasma spread wildly all around, and in the boundless silence, the young man in white stood protectively in front of the silver-haired girl, alert to any movement around them.

He had a premonition that something was coming toward them.

But he didn't know what it was.

Yes, Yunping didn't know.

There are very few things in this world that Yun Ping cannot see through. He cannot see through the two ultimate masters, such as Ancestor Kunxuan and Ancestor Hongmeng, or things that involve the beginning of the creation of heaven and earth.

But such beings are extremely rare, and it's hard to imagine them appearing in the gray soil.

"!!!"

In a very instant, the gray miasma in front of Yun Ping and Ye Yuchan seemed to be afraid of something, and suddenly became extremely thin, revealing a human figure.

There was a figure directly in front of them—

It wasn't facing the two directly, but rather revealing the graceful back view. The person had long black hair that reached their waist, and their snow-white clothes looked somewhat similar to Yun Ping's attire. The ribbon around their waist fluttered in the inexplicable gust of wind.

Just a glimpse of her back, and one glance was enough to make one feel completely captivated, and one could genuinely believe that she was a woman of unparalleled beauty, whose every glance would be enough to topple cities and the world.

"She is……"

Ye Yuchan stared wide-eyed in astonishment. Although reality was so unreal, she was certain of it.

This woman was the one she had seen more than once in her dreams and in her hazy consciousness.

Her name is...

"Rain Cicada—"

Heavy words sounded in my ear.

Yun Ping's face was somber, as if he was quite angry. He stared at the indistinct figure in the distance, his dark eyes filled with chilling rage.

"You stay here and don't move. I'll be right back."

"You old scoundrel..."

Before Ye Yuchan could finish speaking, Yun Ping walked towards the direction where the woman was, and in the blink of an eye, he was engulfed in a gray miasma.

It was at this moment that Ye Yuchan slowly uttered the rest of her words—

"Don't leave me alone..."

But now she's all alone.

In the endless grayness, she seemed to have returned to the day when her spiritual root was dug out in the Thousand Ghost Forest, and she lay in a pool of blood waiting for death.

An overwhelming sense of loneliness and crisis enveloped her, and the girl curled up, breathing heavily with unease.

until--

The snow-white figure reappeared behind him and patted him on the shoulder in that familiar way.

Ye Yuchan saw his white sleeve, and immediately her fear subsided. She turned around excitedly—

"You old scoundrel, you've already..."

However, what greeted her was not Yunping's face.

Instead, it was a woman's face that she had never seen before, yet felt somewhat familiar to her.

Hello~

She possessed a face so beautiful that it would make any woman in the world feel ashamed, and her slightly upturned cherry lips exhaled a faint fragrance of orchids.

Her willow-leaf eyebrows were full of a charming smile, but her black eyes, which were exactly the same as her own, had an inexplicable turbidity.

"Nice to meet you—"

She gave Ye Yuchan a charming smile.

"My name is Ye Xuanqiu, what's yours?"

74. Who is she to whom?

Night... Xuanqiu...

In Ye Yuchan's memory, the only person who possessed this name was someone Yun Ping himself had acknowledged—

She was once the wife of Emperor Wen, Xuan Lei.

Her snow-white figure stood out against the gray miasma, appearing ethereal. She possessed a beauty that seemed out of place in this world, and every smile and frown could draw people into her abyss. Even Ye Yuchan, a woman, felt a flutter in her heart the moment she saw her.

While saying this might change Yuchan's sexual orientation to some extent, it is indeed the truth.

The other person's voice was extremely pleasant to hear, but the words they uttered sent chills down Ye Yuchan's spine.

She said she was Ye Xuanqiu.

but--

The opposite is true.

"Ye Xuanqiu...isn't...already dead...?"

Upon seeing the dead person, Ye Yuchan subconsciously moved back a few meters, but before the rear tires of her wheelchair could move back even a few steps, she froze in place.

The white figure in front of him suddenly disappeared, replaced by a slender hand that was placed behind him, preventing him from retreating any further.

The woman who called herself Ye Xuanqiu leaned down, rested her head on Ye Yuchan's shoulder, and whispered in her delicate ear, "Isn't Emperor Wen Xuanlei already dead?"

Ye Yuchan felt a chill run down her spine and looked back in a panic.

But all that could be seen was a gray void.

My head stiffly turned back, and the snow-white figure reappeared in front of me.

Standing less than half a meter away, bending down, Ye Yuchan could even smell the captivating fragrance emanating from her—not the scent of perfume or cosmetics, but rather something that emanated naturally from her.

"Who exactly are you...?"

Ye Yuchan looked at the woman in front of her with wariness and timidity, her left hand quietly placed on the button that Yun Ping had once told her could summon the firearms arsenal.

Although she wasn't sure how effective those modern firearms would be, it was the last thing she could do.

The woman smiled faintly, seemingly unaware of Ye Yuchan's intentions. She floated lightly to Ye Yuchan's side, reached out, and gently stroked the immobile right side of her body.

First, the right cheek covered by the mask, then the neck, and finally the shoulder—

"Although this body looks so ordinary, you are exactly like me."

"What are you saying...?"

Ye Yuchan's left hand had already touched the button, and the spiritual energy within her body was slowly being released.

"You will know, but not now. You are still too immature. Forcibly separating you will only damage my soul."

The woman reached out and stroked Ye Yuchan's pretty face, seemingly quite interested: "You should have been to that world... no, you came from that world, didn't you?"

Ye Yuchan frowned in confusion, her spiritual energy flowing cautiously: "That...world?"

"That world that doesn't belong here..."

world?

Ye Yuchan couldn't understand what the woman meant by "the world".

But somehow, she seemed to have a premonition of something.

But she had no time to think, because the woman in front of her, who was using the name of the dead to claim herself as Ye Xuanqiu, gave her a great sense of crisis.

"That kind of thing... I have no idea!"

The next second, spiritual energy surged.

The spatial array already installed inside the wheelchair activated instantly, and countless cracks suddenly appeared in the void behind Ye Yuchan, with fragments of black mixed with some blue and white being peeled off.

With the sound of fragments hitting the ground, one after another, the firearms that Yun Ping had painstakingly researched emerged from the spatial rift—they were already equipped with a large number of magic arrays inside, so Ye Yuchan did not need to use her spiritual energy to activate them.

In an instant, countless missiles and bullets pierced the void, hurtling towards the woman with terrifying speed and explosive force.

Hey~

It sounded like the ringing of silver bells.

The woman remained standing in the same spot, smiling at Ye Yuchan with a calm smile that seemed to mock how futile her resistance was.

A faint ripple spread out, and everything seemed to stand still.

Bullets suspended in mid-air, missiles halted in flight, and bombs that had already exploded but seemed to be encased in something—all of them—

Everything came to a complete stop at this moment.

Ye Yuchan had only ever seen such a scene, which completely defied common sense, in Yun Ping.

Although the scene before her was extremely similar to that of a hacker movie, Ye Yuchan had no time or inclination to complain about this nonsense. Unconvinced, she pressed the button again, and hundreds of bullets spewed out of the gun.

But the scorching flames stopped abruptly—without warning.

"Hello..."

An unparalleled shock swirled in her mind. She hadn't been unaware that the other party would neutralize her attack, but this move, which seemed to freeze time, was simply too astonishing.

The woman took a step forward, as if to show that she had not stopped the passage of time. Her slender, jade-like hand slowly reached for the bullet flying through the air, casually picked it up, and played with it in her hand.

A mysterious smile appeared on her face, a smile that made Ye Yuchan feel uneasy: "Is this the weapon from that world? He must have made it for you, right?"

"Weapons from that world...?"