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

After that, Ye Yuchan had the privilege of witnessing Jiang Shaoguang and Fan Luokui being lifted up by Gu Wangjun, one hand each, like chicks with no ability to resist.

"Sorry……"

"Sorry……"

In the backyard, Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang knelt on the cold stone bricks, with more than a dozen gray bricks stacked on their thighs, and their expressions were quite somber.

Gu Wangjun stood expressionless in front of his junior sister and junior brother, his honest face suddenly becoming somewhat frightening for some reason.

“Plants are living things too. Your recklessness almost caused Jiu Jiu and Ba Ba to lose their lives here. I almost lost them.”

Ye Yuchan blinked, and asked curiously from the side, "Jiujiu and Baba?"

"Those are the names of those two potted plants."

You even named them...

Realizing that her senior brother seemed to have a special obsession with planting flowers, Ye Yuchan immediately gave up the idea of ​​asking any further questions. She obediently stepped aside and continued to be an observer, watching Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang being lectured by their senior brother.

Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang are younger than Gu Wangjun in terms of seniority, and they did indeed do something wrong this time, so they had no choice but to silently accept Gu Wangjun's lecture.

These two have been making a fuss for almost half a month, and today is the first time they've been so quiet.

Ye Yuchan sat at a distance, playing the role of a spectator. Since she had nothing better to do, and she didn't really want to cultivate right now, being a lazy bum for a while was fine, wasn't it?

Just as she poured herself some tea, Gu Wangjun pulled out a small red book from his storage ring.

"As students of Yuntian Academy, your behavior is rather reckless. Cultivators must be strict with themselves."

He pointed to the small red notebook in his hand, his face serious, and said:

"This book, 'The Socialist Ideology and Morality Classic,' was given to me by my teacher. It contains many profound ideas. You can take it and read it; it will help you to discipline yourselves."

"puff--"

Ye Yuchan spat out the tea she had just drunk.

What is this? The Socialist Ideology and Morality Classic?

Seeing Ye Yuchan's exaggerated performance, the three of them turned around in a daze, looking at Ye Yuchan with curiosity.

"What's wrong, Junior Sister Yu Chan?" Gu Wangjun glanced at the small red book in his hand and asked, "Do you know this scripture?"

More than just knowing...

She knows this thing like the back of her hand.

However, the world is full of wonders, and she wasn't sure if this thing was any different from the one she remembered.

She asked cautiously, "Um, Senior Brother, is there... something about a twenty-four-character mantra in this... scripture?"

Gu Wangjun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "Junior Sister Yu Chan, you also know about it? Prosperity, democracy, and civilization..."

"Stop...stop for a second..."

Ye Yuchan was now certain that this thing was 100% something the old rogue had concocted himself, and not some proper Buddhist scripture.

After all, Buddhism and socialism are completely unrelated in this world, so where would they get their scriptures?

It's impossible for a socialist Buddha to suddenly appear and use social ideology to deliver the souls of the dead...

"I... I'll go out for a bit. I'm going to find that old scoundrel..."

Realizing that what she was about to come into contact with might make her cringe, Ye Yuchan quickly made a bluff and slipped out of the backyard.

Gu Wangjun and the other two stared blankly at Ye Yuchan's departing figure.

However, before Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang could recover, they heard Gu Wangjun continue promoting his unique scripture: "In short, let me first tell you about the fundamental foundation and driving force of socialism..."

Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang: "..."

2. White dove

"Hey girl, aren't you bored staying in such a shabby courtyard?"

“...My mother said that external affairs are complicated and would interfere with my cultivation path. The courtyard is more spacious and less of an eyesore, making it more suitable for cultivation.”

……

"Hey girl, do you recognize this thing?"

"The style is rather simple, and it looks somewhat like an angular hammer. Could it be some kind of magical artifact?"

“Magic implements my foot! This is a candied hawthorn skewer—take it.”

"Candied hawthorn?"

"Just eat it, why make such a fuss?"

……

"Oh, still cultivating?"

"...the candied hawthorns from last time..."

"Don't worry, I brought it to you. I didn't expect you to like this stuff so much."

"Ah."

"By the way, have you heard of the fireworks festival?"

Fireworks?

"It's like... biubiubiu~boomboomboom."

"I understand, it's a magical artifact similar to the Heaven-Shattering Thunder, right?"

"Pretty much the same, but much safer than that thing. How about it, want me to take you to check it out?"

"...My mother won't let me go out, so let's forget about it."

……

"You're here again?"

"What, you're not welcome?"

"...Neither."

"Do you remember the fireworks festival I told you about last time?"

“I remember—but Mother won’t let me go out. My cultivation has reached a critical moment.”

"Knowing you can't go out, I've come up with a solution for you."

"any solution?"

"I just bought some fireworks. Although the quantity is a bit less than what I would buy for a fireworks display, the quality is absolutely top-notch!"

"……real?"

"Come on, come with me."

"...Do you want to leave the courtyard?"

"Sitting on the wall and watching doesn't count as going out, right?"

……

"is it beautiful?"

"Hmm...it's beautiful. I never knew all the clothes outside were so pretty..."

"You should go out and explore. There are plenty of clothes that are prettier than this blue rainbow feather dress, and plenty of things that taste better than candied hawthorns."

"...But my mother won't let me go out."

"It's alright. Maybe your mother will let you out when your cultivation level improves further."

"Well, I'll have to trouble you then."

"……it is good."

……

"I have to go."

"where to?"

“Mother is taking me away from here. She’s supposedly allied with some powerful force. Once we’re there, you probably won’t be able to come see me every day like you do now.”

"...Will you come back after you go?"

"Probably not."

"..."

"I... have a request that might be a bit unreasonable."

"what?"

"I want to watch a fireworks display like I did a few years ago."

"...Okay, I promise you."

"You made a promise, you have to keep it."

"Don't worry, I'll let you see the most beautiful fireworks."

"I'm waiting for you."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sunlight spilled into an inconspicuous town in the desolate sky.

Inside a courtyard house atop the mountain, a young man named Yunping, dressed in a white shirt, was lounging in a rocking chair, wearing sunglasses and leisurely basking in the beautiful sun.

A petite, red-haired girl with a single ponytail sat on the young man's lap, with an ancient-looking zither floating in front of her. Her bright eyes were fixed on the sheet music beside her, and she pouted and frowned, as if she was pondering how to play the mysterious music.

These days, the courtyard house is as peaceful as it gets.

Ever since the mess at the Emperor's Pavilion was over, Prince Gu began planting in the courtyard. He not only planted flowers and willows, but also specially cleared a piece of land behind the courtyard and somehow managed to turn that land into a spirit field, where he began planting spirit plants.

Just as Jiang Yuetian had said before, his senior brother had no concept of power and wealth at all. For him, being able to grow flowers in the courtyard was already the ultimate goal in life.

—Clearly possessing cultivation levels nearly comparable to the Void Realm…