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

Upon hearing this, the four artifacts of Emperor Wen immediately stopped circling obediently, and then, just as Yun Ping had said, fled to a distant place, showing no intention of returning to King Gu's hands.

He glanced indifferently at the leaders of the four schools of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, his eyes calm as still water.

The moment the four sect leaders met Yun Ping's dark eyes, they suddenly broke free from their restraints, seemingly drawn from nowhere—

Thump thump...

They all knelt down.

Yes, he knelt directly before the clouds.

The leaders of the four schools of Qin, Qi, Shu, Hua, and Hua, who had previously vowed to attack Yun Ping and make him pay the price, knelt down without the slightest hesitation.

When they saw that look, it was as if they had fallen into the abyss of hell, and their souls trembled as if they were about to burst out of their bodies.

They didn't know whether the man in front of them was Emperor Wen or not.

Because Emperor Wen, Xuan Lei, was already dead, long ago, from a logical point of view, they believed that Yun Ping could not be Emperor Wen, and no one else could be Emperor Wen.

But when they saw the resonance of Emperor Wen's authentic writings swirling around Yun Ping, and at the same time, the overwhelming aura of Emperor Wen's Great Dao swept across the entire area, their hearts began to waver.

They knelt down.

The one kneeling is Emperor Wen, the one kneeling is Wen Dao.

None of them could be sure that Yunping was Emperor Wen, but for some reason, they felt that they had to kneel down!

Kneeling is the only option!

A boundless aura of literary power swirled throughout the entire Kuntian Domain. Although the people could not see the dark sky outside through the top of the Imperial Palace, they all seemed to feel an extremely dense aura of literary power swirling above their heads.

That was a single word.

Those outside the imperial palace could see it clearly.

【die】

Just as Yunping had said before, he didn't recognize the character, but he knew that Wendao definitely did.

Not only can he recognize it, but he can also make sure that everyone present who is willing to participate can understand the character.

The word "death".

thump--

Before everyone could recover from the kneeling of the four sect leaders of Qin, Qi, Shu, Hua, and Hua, another person suddenly knelt down on the other side.

Although the crowd was unable to move, their vision was not blocked, and they could still see the appearance of the kneeling person.

When they saw it, almost everyone felt that there was something wrong with their eyes.

Cao Qingluo is the current dean of the Three Days Academy.

That was a saint!

He is a sage who can communicate with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, the headmaster of the Three Heavens Academy, and the most unique existence in the Three Heavens Domain!

He just knelt down, facing a young man who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

What was even more astonishing was that Cao Qingluo, with tears streaming down her face and her body trembling, slowly lowered her head and kowtowed three times to Yunping.

"Greetings..., Your Excellency..."

For a fleeting moment, he wanted to call out "Teacher!"

But he wasn't sure, so he used the word "adult" instead.

"Ok?"

Yunping also noticed this familiar figure, and his memories were pulled back to a long, long time ago.

"Cao Qingluo?"

Cao Qingluo was stunned; his teacher actually remembered him!

He began to tremble violently: "It's me...it's me..."

"I didn't expect you to be a saint. It seems I was right about your potential."

"Thank you so much for your kindness, sir!"

Cao Qingluo was at a loss for words; he was in a state of complete confusion.

He had previously wondered if his teacher had returned, but he wasn't sure. Now, when Yunping called his name, he was certain.

The true identity of the man in front of you!

Thinking of Cao Qingluo, Yun Ping thought of Zhan Mo. He glanced at Zhan Mo, who was frozen in mid-air, smiled faintly, and asked Cao Qingluo, "Is this your student?"

Upon hearing Yun Ping mention Zhan Mo, Cao Qingluo immediately recalled Zhan Mo's earlier provocation of Yun Ping. She hurriedly kowtowed three times to Yun Ping, secretly wishing she could teach Zhan Mo a lesson as soon as she turned around.

His voice still trembled, filled with excitement and fear: "Please...please forgive me. Zhan Mo was young and ignorant and offended you. Please be merciful...spare...spare his life."

The humble tone sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.

Even the headmaster of the Three-Day Academy, the sage Cao Qingluo, treated him with such respect, even speaking to him with honorifics…

Good heavens! Who is he?!

"It's normal for young people to like causing trouble."

Yun Ping smiled indifferently and casually flicked his wrist, sending the previously arrogant Zhan Mo flying back to land right next to Cao Qingluo, who was kneeling and kowtowing.

But this time, he dared not get up again.

"Take it back."

What could Cao Qingluo say? He could only keep kowtowing and thanking her.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!!"

Cao Qingluo had just finished when, on the other side, a series of loud kneeling sounds echoed in his ears.

Yunping looked around and saw that everyone from the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace had knelt down.

The reason was that shortly after Cao Qingluo knelt down and kowtowed, Xu Banxian (Xu Guangying) also knelt down, which terrified everyone in Lanyu Heavenly Palace.

Even their own ancestor-level demigods knelt down, so how could they not? They immediately knelt on the ground and didn't get up!

Xu Banxian kowtowed to Yun Ping, and the people from Lanyu Heavenly Palace also kowtowed to Yun Ping.

My God!

A fortune teller!

Xu Banxian, Xu Guangying, Lanyu Tiangong!

They all knelt down!

Not a single one was spared; they all knelt down!

"Greetings, Your Excellency."

Xu Guangying's "My Lord" stunned all the other forces, including the Imperial Pavilion.

In this world, how many people can be addressed as "Master" by a sage?

To put it bluntly—

not a single one!

The Half-Immortal is the most powerful being in this world, even comparable to the Twenty-One Ultimate!

If someone's status is even higher than that of a demigod, then wouldn't that be...?

dong dong dong! !

Upon realizing this, the people of the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting no longer had any time to hesitate. They immediately began to kowtow like madmen, kowtowing desperately, without even daring to glance at Yun Ping!

Yun Ping specifically stated that he came today to cause trouble for the Imperial Pavilion, and yet they, as the inheritors of Emperor Wen Xuan Lei's legacy, have now given the Imperial Pavilion the Emperor Wen's authentic work. Isn't that...

Isn't that a slap in his face?!

Thinking of this, the sect leaders of the four sects began to kowtow incessantly, even as their foreheads bled, they continued to kowtow, trying to beg for the other party's forgiveness.

They were scared, really scared!

"Alright, stop kowtowing." Yun Ping picked at his ears impatiently, looked at the four sect leaders and the people from Blue Feather Heavenly Palace, and said indifferently, "It hurts my ears, stop now."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone from Blue Feather Heavenly Palace stopped, including the four sect leaders.

They used to be high and mighty, giving orders, but now they are incredibly obedient.

But none of them dared to raise their heads. Even though they stopped kowtowing, their heads remained pressed against the floor of the Imperial Pavilion, not daring to look up or see.

Do not move, do not look, do not ask.

Everyone was speechless.

"Alright, everyone, step back."

After being dealt with by Cao Qingluo, Xu Guangying, and the four sect leaders, Yun Ping's anger subsided somewhat.

He glanced at the group of people who were frozen in mid-air, their faces filled with panic, and waved his hand.

The next instant, the chains that seemed to bind their souls vanished without a trace, but the crowd was no longer as radiant as before. Instead, they all retreated with pale faces, leaving a large open space.

At the same time, it also made way for a road.

A road leading to the Pavilion Master of the Imperial Palace—the Radiant Golden Throne.

The vast aura of literature and Tao in the sky vanished without a trace, and Yun Ping returned to the ordinary, unremarkable young man he had been before, the seemingly harmless young man.

But now, who would dare to take a step forward?

I dare not.

The chosen ones of heaven dare not, the elders dare not, the Void Realm experts dare not, the sages dare not, and even the half-immortals dare not.

They just knelt there, their faces pale, slumped, curled up, not moving, looking, or asking.

Yunping looked at King Gu, who was sitting on the throne, his hands gripping the handles tightly as if he wanted to crush them, his face extremely ugly, and his expression turned particularly cold.

He took a step forward, just an ordinary step.

Inside the arena, only the sound of his footsteps echoed.

And the words that were slowly uttered.