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

Yes, contempt.

It was a look of disdain, as if looking at an ant crawling on the ground, completely disregarding the other person's demigod-like appearance.

With a disdainful look and an arrogant demeanor, Yun Ping's appearance not only angered King Gu, but also aroused the dissatisfaction of the rest of the group who had close ties with the Emperor Pavilion.

"This is before the Emperor! Not only do you refuse to kneel, but you also spout arrogant nonsense! Do you really think you're invincible?"

Amidst the crowd, sarcastic and cutting remarks immediately rang out.

Yun Ping turned his head slightly and looked at the person who had jumped out at this moment to speak for the Emperor's Pavilion.

He was a young man dressed in the Taoist robe of the Three-Day Academy, holding a black folding fan, with an imposing and elegant demeanor. He walked slowly out of the crowd, and faced with Yun Ping's cold gaze, he showed no fear whatsoever.

A scholarly, ink-scented aura emanated from him, and almost everyone present recognized him at the same time.

Spread the ink.

Even within the Three Heavens Academy, a place teeming with talent, he was a prodigy. His terrifying cultivation speed alone completely overwhelmed many others present. Even those venerable figures at the Void Transformation stage dared not claim that they could surpass Zhan Mo in their youth.

They are born under the protection of the literary path and can activate it from birth. Although they are not able to directly connect with the Great Dao like sages, they can subtly feel the connection between themselves and the literary path. As their cultivation increases, this connection becomes stronger and stronger.

Some have even said that if Zhan Mo continues his cultivation and his luck is good, he may very well become the next saint connected with the Way of Literature, or even the next half-immortal!

The dark, radiant mark between his brows was proof of his future meteoric rise to prominence.

"Is he Zhan Mo?"

Sitting at the banquet in the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace, Lan Tianyi looked at the young man named Zhan Mo with a complicated expression: "He is indeed quite interesting..."

The man glanced at the blue sky, its surface clouded with dust, and asked in a low voice, "What did you see?"

"Hmm..." The unique divine eyes began to operate: "His destiny can be described as a feng shui arrangement. He will surely become a saint in the future, but the path to becoming a half-immortal will be full of hardships. However, he will still become a saint. It is a very powerful destiny."

"And the other one..."

The man's gaze lingered on Yunping.

From the moment he stepped into the imperial palace, he felt as if he had seen this young man in white before, but he couldn't quite place where he was.

"what!!"

The moment Lan Tian activated his Divine Eye, he cried out in alarm.

The man was so frightened that he immediately covered Lan Tianyi's mouth, while looking apologetically at the people around him who had been attracted by Lan Tianyi's scream.

He turned his head and glared at Lan Tianyi with displeasure: "What are you yelling about, you little brat?"

Lan Tian hurriedly pried the man's hand away, her face practically screaming with anxiety: "No, Uncle-Master, that person... that person is the one I met in the Desolate Heaven Domain last time... the person from the prophecy!"

"what?!"

The man was so frightened that he almost screamed like Lan Tianyi. He immediately turned around and looked over—this time he remembered that they seemed to have met this person in Tianbei Valley!

But why is the person from the prophecy here?

When prophecy was mentioned, both the man and Lan Tianyi thought of one person—

Xu Guangying, the fortune teller Xu!

He was the one who foresaw that prophecy, and now the person who made the prophecy has appeared before them. Both of them want to see what kind of expression Xu Guangying, who is a demigod, will have.

But the moment they turned their faces away, they saw a scene that made them wonder if they were dreaming.

Xu Banxian stared blankly at Yun Ping, his cheeks pale, his hand holding the cane trembling incessantly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Impossible...impossible...impossible..."

He kept repeating it, over and over again...

It was as if they were denying the fact.

"Impossible...it can't be him...he's dead...it can't be him, it's impossible..."

Lan Tian swore he had never seen Xu Banxian look like this before.

This old man is just like...

They were terrified.

"Old man..."

The man looked at Xu Guangying with some confusion: "Who...who is he?"

Faced with the question from the person from Blue Feather Heavenly Palace, Xu Guangying paused for a second, seemingly recovering from his state of extreme fear.

He took a deep breath and then fell silent for a few seconds.

Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice trembling slightly.

"Later, if that person gets into a conflict with someone else, even if the other party is from the Imperial Pavilion, if you trust me, you only need to do three things."

"Three things?"

The man and Lan Tian exchanged a glance, neither quite understanding Xu Guangying's words.

Xu Guangying nodded heavily, then turned her fearful gaze to Yun Ping.

He uttered a few short words.

"Don't ask. Don't look. Don't move."

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93. Can you teach me how to write the character for "death"?

Throughout, Zhan Mo's face was always filled with an arrogance that suggested he was born to be superior to others.

He seemed to look down on the ordinary Yunping in front of him.

Yunping, on the other hand, never took this person seriously.

"Are you from the Three-Day Academy?"

Yun Ping wasn't in a hurry to deal with this little guy from the Three-Day Academy who had suddenly appeared. Since he was already here today, he was sure he could get things sorted out.

He slowly moved a chair, sat down, and casually picked up the drinks on the table, pouring them into his glass.

Yun Ping, like the true master of the Imperial Pavilion, sat in a chair, crossed his legs, squinted, and stared at Zhan Mo in front of him like a spectator watching a play.

In Zhan Mo's eyes, this attitude meant that they didn't care about him and the Emperor Pavilion at all!

He snorted coldly, glanced back at the teachers at the Three-Day Academy who were sitting and waiting to watch the show, and knew in his heart that this was naturally a good opportunity for him to show off.

In fact, before his departure, the teachers of the Three Heavens Academy had already instructed him that although this trip was the Imperial Pavilion Grand Banquet, it was also an important step in bringing Zhan Mo to the stage of the Three Heavens Domain. This time, he had to let the whole world know that the Three Heavens Academy had a peerless genius like Zhan Mo.

Originally, it was thought that things wouldn't go so smoothly, but no one expected that a fearless troublemaker would suddenly appear out of nowhere—wasn't this just the right opportunity for Zhan Mo to show his skills?

Zhan Mo ignored Yun Ping at first, but turned to the side and bowed to Gu Tianwang, whose face was full of anger. His tone was calm and confident: "Lord Pavilion Master, today is the Emperor Pavilion's grand banquet. You don't need to do this little thing yourself. Zhan Mo is willing to do it for you."

“Zhan Mo…” Gu Tianwang looked at the young man wearing the Taoist robe of the Three Heavens Academy and with a scholarly air on his face. His expression improved slightly. He waved his hand and said, “Then I will trouble everyone from the Three Heavens Academy.”

Faced with such an impudent troublemaker, King Gu had no intention of taking action himself. Judging from the young man's frail appearance, he was clearly not worthy of making this half-immortal step down from his throne.

Yunping wasn't in a hurry. Ever since he entered the palace and saw Prince Gu's simple and honest smile, the old rogue's anger had basically dissipated.

He's not in such a hurry to pull King Gu off his throne anymore. He's already here, so since there are troublemakers, he might as well deal with them one by one before finally messing with this broken Emperor's Pavilion.

The old rogue sipped his wine, pulled a stack of peanuts from his storage ring, tossed them into his mouth, and crunched them away, looking at Zhan Mo with a mocking smile.

"What, you look down on us that much? Sending out a kid who's only twenty years old, are all the students from the Three Days Academy so cowardly?"

"Heh." Zhan Mo looked at Yun Ping as if he were an idiot: "I don't know what gives you the audacity to say such things. Not only did you cause trouble at the Emperor's Pavilion, but now you're provoking my Three Heavens Academy?"

"Hey, you know what..."

Yunping leaned forward slightly, holding a plate full of peanuts in one hand, and stared at Zhan Mo with interest: "I really look down on the Three-Day Academy now."

These words immediately sparked a wave of fury in the area where the Three-Day Academy was located.

"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you look down on my Three-Day Academy?"

"Did he get his brain caught in a door?! Senior Brother Zhan Mo, please beat him so badly his own mother wouldn't recognize him!"

"What a flamboyant clown."

The shouts and curses were incessant, but Yunping didn't feel anything at all.

He crossed his legs as usual, drank his wine as usual, and looked at Zhan Mo with a smile.

The old rogue could easily see that this guy jumped out just to show off and make everyone present remember him, remember this prodigy who came from the Three-Day Academy.

Young people want to show off, which is normal, and Yunping didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Hearing the surrounding curses, Zhan Mo felt as if he were the sole pillar of the entire Three-Day Academy's reputation. He smiled wryly and stared at Yun Ping:

"It seems you truly don't know the meaning of the word 'death'."

"Hmm, you actually figured it out." Yun Ping nodded seriously, his eyes full of mockery: "I really don't know how to write the word 'death,' so how about..."

"You'll teach me?"

"Humph!"

Zhan Mo could easily tell that Yun Ping was mocking him, and his spiritual energy suddenly surged into his brow.

"I'd like to see how long you can keep up this stubbornness!"

A vast amount of spiritual energy rushed into his brow, and his peak Kaiyuan Realm cultivation immediately stirred up a large area around him, causing wind and clouds to surge in an instant!

Peak of the Kaiyuan Realm!

Zhan Mo actually reached the peak of the Kaiyuan Realm at the age of twenty. In the entire history, apart from that Forging Saint, he is an unprecedented figure!

Wasn't he supposed to be at the Lesser Completion stage of the Kaiyuan Realm? Why is he now displaying the cultivation of the peak of the Kaiyuan Realm, and even faintly about to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm? Such talent is completely incomparable to ordinary cultivators!

What's even more terrifying is that everyone noticed that his spiritual energy didn't emanate directly from the orifices in his body, but instead all condensed into the dark spot between his eyebrows.

Wen Dao Yao Yin!

Outside the imperial palace, in the sky, beneath the heavens.

The Great Dao of Literature, founded by Emperor Wen in the past, suddenly unleashed a boundless light of the Great Dao at this moment. Countless ink-colored characters suddenly appeared around Zhan Mo, and an invisible pressure of the Great Dao swept across the entire scene!

The people of the four arts of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting stared wide-eyed in astonishment. Others might not be able to see it, but they were the bearers of literature and the Way, so how could they not recognize the endless, surging ink characters?