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

Picking a fight with a fortune teller? They really don't know the meaning of death!

"Uncle-Master, Yuntian Academy, haven't we heard of it somewhere before?"

At the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace's banquet table, a girl disguised as a boy curiously asked the man beside her, "I feel like I've heard this name somewhere before..."

"In the battle of the myriad sects in the Desolate Heaven Domain, I remember that one sect performed quite well."

"But it doesn't seem like anything special, does it? Is the sect leader of that sect very powerful?"

"I don't know." The man shook his head. "My master didn't spend time learning about such a small sect."

Lan Tianyi pouted and turned to look at Xu Guangying beside her: "Old Xu, what about you? You're so smart, you should be able to figure out who's causing trouble, right?"

Faced with Lan Tianyi's question, Xu Banxian took a deep breath: "Well, this old man..."

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Xu Banxian frowned, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

"You might not believe it, but it seems there's something wrong with my divination skills."

"What's the problem?"

"I suddenly..."

Xu Banxian paused for a moment, then uttered five words he had never said in his entire life.

"I can't figure it out."

What do you mean?

What do you mean... "can't figure it out"?

Not to mention Lan Tianyi, even Lan Tianyi's uncle was stunned.

In the man's memory, Xu Banxian seemed to have never said the words "cannot calculate". After all, he was one of the few half-immortals in the three heavenly domains. There were very few things he couldn't do.

Moreover, his divination technique is connected to the Heavenly Dao. If he can't calculate it, it means that even the Heavenly Dao itself can't calculate it.

But does this world have a destiny that even the Heavenly Dao cannot foresee?

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

As time went on, the discussion among the crowd became more heated. Almost everyone was talking about the guy who dared to cause trouble in the Emperor's Pavilion. This scene was a complete humiliation in the eyes of Gu Tianwang, the current head of the Emperor's Pavilion.

He slowly rose from his throne, a hint of anger showing on his majestic and imposing face. When he spoke, his voice was loud and powerful.

"Gentlemen, I will first deal with that ignorant brat who dared to cause trouble—"

As soon as these words were spoken, some people present began to gloat.

They all really wanted to see King Gu make a move; he was a demigod-level figure, and every time they saw him, it would be one less time they could see him!

As soon as King Gu spoke, the murmurs vanished without a trace. King Gu nodded in satisfaction and said, "I will return to join you all after I have finished dealing with this..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"keep the change."

A cold voice came from outside the imperial palace.

Ye Yuchan, who had been sitting in a wheelchair and being stared at by various sects for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief—she was finally no longer going to have to endure the pressure from these powerful figures.

If you ask why—

Thump, thump.

Two figures were thrown in from outside the imperial palace.

They were a man and a woman, two disciples of the Emperor Pavilion—they had gone to deal with the troublemakers, but now they had completely fallen into a coma. Although their cultivation, spiritual energy, and spiritual roots were all intact, not a single bone in their bodies was intact.

After that, a young man stepped into the imperial palace.

A white shirt, black hair, a plain face, and dark eyes—a mortal with no cultivation whatsoever.

The young man named Yunping stood in the imperial palace with an icy expression, his murderous gaze fixed on the high and mighty Emperor Gu Tianwang in the distance.

"I'm here."

92. Three things

Ye Yuchan breathed a sigh of relief.

Before this, the girl was in a rather awkward position. Because the old rogue had asked her to convey such an arrogant message, the big shots of the various sects had been focusing on her, and their expressions were as if they wanted to devour her alive.

Especially the man who had previously sat on the throne, his physique as robust as an emperor looking down at her with endless anger in his eyes—the man known as the emperor of this world—also seemed to have developed great dissatisfaction with Ye Yuchan.

However, after Yunping appeared—

All eyes were focused on the unremarkable-looking young man.

With black hair and black eyes, dressed in spotless white, he had no spiritual energy whatsoever, and there was no colorful radiance or extraordinary fortune around him; he looked exactly like an ordinary mortal.

He said he had arrived.

Those inside the imperial palace may have already guessed what was going on, but they dared not believe it and could only wait silently for the master of the palace to speak.

Gu Tianwang stared at the ordinary man in front of him, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.

However, in such a public setting, his authority as the current head of the Emperor's Pavilion was absolutely not to be disrespected. So, he lowered his voice slightly and launched a domineering question that swept towards Yun Ping with a chilling aura.

Who are you?!

The Half-Immortal's reputation, expressed in just a few words, stirred up a mighty hurricane. Some of the lesser cultivators present, whose cultivation was only at the Spirit Platform Realm, suddenly felt a sweet taste in their throats and let out a muffled groan, as if they had been struck in the chest.

The elders immediately focused their minds and circulated their spiritual energy to isolate the hearing of these younger disciples with insufficient cultivation, so as not to be affected by that terrifying sound.

Even so, the sheer power of this reputation still made many people present feel uneasy—just a few words were enough to make those with weak cultivation levels feel their blood boil; he truly deserved to be called a half-immortal.

Faced with the prestige of a half-immortal and the emperor's questioning, Yun Ping remained unmoved, his hair unfurled, his expression unchanged, and his gaze steadfast, just as cold and aloof as when he first stepped into the imperial palace.

He did not immediately answer Gu Tianwang's question, but instead slowly turned his gaze to the distance, to the young man standing beside Gu Tianwang with a simple and honest smile on his face.

Gu Wangjun.

That was his first apprentice, the one he trained the longest, and the one with whom he had the deepest bond.

Yunping and Gu Wangjun exchanged a glance, and then the corners of their mouths unconsciously turned up.

"Yu Chan, go find Xiao Jiang and Luo Kui."

The silver-haired girl, who was huddled behind Yun Ping, was taken aback upon hearing this. She looked around and asked in surprise, "Senior Brother Jiang and the others are here too?"

"Go meet them in that corner over there, and then—"

Yunping pointed to a rather secluded corner, where Fan Luokui and the others were staring at him with complicated expressions. He could probably guess what his disciples were here for.

He could guess and knew that, given the circumstances, he would go along with his disciples' wishes.

But the prerequisite is that he must maintain basic rationality.

"Leave it to me."

"it is good."

Without the slightest hesitation, perhaps out of absolute trust in Yun Ping, Ye Yuchan wheeled herself toward where Fan Luokui and the others were.

Just after Yu Chan left, Yun Ping turned back and winked at Zhang Ruoxue and Xu Yanliu, who had followed him all the way—the meaning was clear: he wanted them to go with Ye Yu Chan.

"Walk."

Xu Yanliu immediately understood and grabbed Zhang Ruoxue's arm, leading her towards the girl in the wheelchair.

Zhang Ruoxue hadn't even reacted yet: "Wha...what's wrong? Where are you going?"

Xu Yanliu looked at Zhang Ruoxue, that silly girl, seriously and said.

"Go somewhere where you won't be affected."

"Who knows what your teacher will do next..."

……

Xu Yanliu really didn't know.

She was also certain that none of the people present knew what great things that ordinary young man would do next.

He will definitely do it, because he has already come.

"..."

The wind couldn't stir the white-clad youth's clothes, nor could it affect Yun Ping's expression.

Since stepping into this imperial palace, the young man who was usually gentle and occasionally had a cheeky smile seemed to have disappeared. In his place stood a man with dark and extremely cold eyes.

King Gu stared intently at the silent youth, his brows furrowed, and asked sternly, "Why are you silent when I'm asking you a question?!"

"This king?"

Upon hearing Gu Tianwang's self-proclaimed title, Yun Ping seemed to find it amusing, a strange smile appearing on his face: "The Pavilion Master of the Emperor's Pavilion, you don't really think of yourself as the king of this world, do you?"

These words shocked the entire audience.

What kind of talk is that?

He is questioning King Gu and the head of the Emperor Pavilion!

Many people in the arena knew that Gu Tianwang's imperial position was recognized by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. The vast heavenly might emanating from him was the greatest proof. No one could defy the Heavenly Dao. Since the Heavenly Dao recognized Gu Tianwang as an emperor, then he was the emperor.

And this young man dares to question King Gu? To question the will of Heaven?

I really don't know how to live or die!

King Gu's face was so dark it looked like it was about to drip black water. As the host of the Imperial Pavilion banquet, how could he be humiliated in front of so many people? He immediately said coldly, "It seems you are the one who caused trouble in my Imperial Pavilion."

"It's me," Yunping admitted readily.

The abruptness of the decision left the rest of the banquet guests somewhat incredulous.

King Gu sneered, his cold gaze fixed on Yun Ping: "I didn't expect you to actually have the guts to come before me."

"Why don't you dare?"

Yunping raised his head, his eyes filled with endless contempt.