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

Meanwhile, our Ruoxue has finally emerged from the shadows, and the dejected gloom on her face has begun to fade. In the past few days, she has also begun to cultivate martial arts.

Moreover, this time, the old rogue did not choose to teach her personally, but instead handed over the task of teaching Ruoxue to his eldest disciple, Prince Gu.

Both of them practiced martial arts, and Gu Wangjun had nothing else to do besides planting flowers and farming, so the job that the old rogue arranged for him made him quite happy.

Zhang Ruoxue's current cultivation level is at the peak of the Xuanmen stage, and she is only one step away from reaching the Lingtai stage. It has to be admitted that this girl's cultivation in the Netherworld is very useful.

Moreover, the old rogue also noticed the change in the girl's physique, which would only be beneficial to her future path.

However, Zhang Ruoxue seems to have suffered a significant setback recently.

The reason...

Not long ago—

"Yu Chan, how did you break through to the Spirit Platform realm when you were in the Profound Gate realm?"

"I?"

Faced with Zhang Ruoxue's question, Ye Yuchan recalled the feeling she had when she broke through to the next level.

Then he shook his head blankly and said, "I don't know what happened. To be honest, it feels a bit inexplicable, like some closed opening was suddenly opened."

"...Could you explain it a little more clearly?"

"I don't know either... My cultivation has always relied on fate. When the time is right, it usually ends..."

It is said that as soon as Yu Chan finished speaking, Zhang Ruoxue noticed that Ye Yu Chan's aura instantly rose significantly, and her spiritual energy also began to emanate outwards in a hollow, resonant manner.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Yuchan advanced from the peak of the Spirit Platform Realm to the entry level of the Transformation Peak Realm right in front of Zhang Ruoxue.

His spiritual essence and meridians underwent a sublimation-like transformation, and the resilience and strength of his soul also increased significantly. Just standing there, he seemed to be several sizes taller than before.

Yu Chan blinked blankly—

"He...he broke through..."

The old rogue didn't see Ruoxue's expression, but he could probably imagine how she felt at that moment, wanting to twist Ye Yuchan's head off.

Where the hell do you find someone who suddenly breaks through a bottleneck after just a couple of sentences?!

In comparison, Zhang Ruoxue's hard work in the Netherworld for so long and Ye Yuchan's lazy lifestyle... their improvement speed is almost the same!

He might even be a little slower than Ye Yuchan...

Just thinking about this made Yunping guess that Zhang Ruoxue was about to become withdrawn.

"You old rogue~"

Yunping was enjoying a wonderful afternoon with his lovely Yuan'er when he heard the voice of a silver-haired girl.

Lin Yuan, whom he was holding, slowly stopped playing and turned her gaze to the black-and-white maid girl who came from the backyard: "Good morning, Junior Sister Yu Chan~"

"Ah, hello Senior Sister Yuan'er~"

Yun Ping glanced at Ye Yuchan, whose expression was somewhat strange, and asked, "What's wrong? Why do you look so complicated?"

Recalling the socialist moral classic that her senior brother had pulled out earlier, Ye Yuchan felt a stomachache and couldn't help but roll her eyes at Yun Ping: "Isn't it all because of someone who brought socialism here... It scared me so much that I thought Marx and Engels had been reincarnated here."

"You mean this?" Yunping immediately reacted and grinned. "I'm spreading advanced cultural ideas. Didn't someone say that studying medicine can't save people? I'm thinking that cultivating immortality can't save the various people in this world who are controlled by desires either. In the end, it still comes down to ideas."

"And then you just concocted your own 'Socialist Tao Te Ching'?"

Yunping didn't think there was anything wrong with it and nodded: "I even wrote a book called 'The Communist Manifesto' before. In it, I portrayed old man Marx and old man Engels as saints of this world. Not bad, right?"

Not bad my foot...

They'll crawl out of their coffin and tear you apart in a minute!

Seeing Ye Yuchan's stomach-ache-like expression, the old rogue chuckled and then changed the subject: "Speaking of which, how are you feeling?"

"Nothing special, pretty much the same as before." Ye Yuchan said, bouncing around a few times and nodding with satisfaction: "Although my true form is a sand sculpture, I don't seem to shed any sand."

I've started to get used to admitting that I'm a goofball...

Lin Yuan looked at her junior sister curiously, blinking her eyes: "Junior Sister Yu Chan seems a little different."

Ye Yuchan raised an eyebrow: "What's different?"

Xiao Yuan tilted her head, nodded her chin, hesitated for a long time, and then said somewhat hesitantly.

"It's just that the flesh on her chest seems a little thinner."

Ye Yuchan: "..."

His sharp gaze nearly killed Yunping instantly.

Yunping had already realized that things seemed to be developing in a rather terrible direction.

"Cough cough..." He coughed twice, then pointed behind Ye Yuchan as if he had discovered something: "Yuchan, there is a white dove flying over behind you."

Ye Yuchan's lips twitched. "It's one thing to make up a lie to distract yourself, but don't resort to such an old trick..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Ye Yuchan felt a heavy blow to the back of her head. Her vision went black, and she staggered forward, losing her balance. She swayed a few steps before falling into a chair.

With Xiangyu in his arms, Yuchan rested her head on Yunping's shoulder, her flat upper body pressed against Yunping's upper body, and except for her long, beautiful legs, she was almost entirely in close contact with Yunping.

Our little girl Lin Yuan was in an even worse situation... Because Ye Yuchan suddenly stumbled and fell in, Lin Yuan was directly hit in the face by Ye Yuchan. The little girl bumped into Ye Yuchan's stomach and was sandwiched between Yun Ping and Ye Yuchan.

"I already told you there were pigeons, but you still wouldn't believe me..."

Yunping looked at Ye Yuchan, who was still somewhat dazed in his arms, and shook his head helplessly.

Because their heads were so close, Ye Yuchan could even feel Yun Ping's breath as he spoke, and a surge of heat rose in her heart, her ears tingling and turning slightly red.

She cried out in surprise, then scrambled off Yunping, her face flushed, staring intently at the young man in white wearing sunglasses.

"you……"

I originally wanted to give Yunping a good scolding, but then I thought about it again and realized that he had already reminded me, and I hadn't believed him... so it really was my fault.

With a look of shame and anger, she turned to look at the culprit who had caused her vision to go black—

On the stone table, a white dove, about the size of a palm, held its neck high, its eyes filled with disdain.

It's worth mentioning that a snow-white letter was hanging from the neck of this white dove by strands of its pale blue hair.

After being freed from the two of them, Xiao Linyuan first shook her little head to recover, and then her gaze fell on the pigeon.

"Ah, it's Sister Su's pigeons!"

"Sister Su?"

Ye Yuchan was taken aback; she didn't seem to have heard of it. However, upon hearing the mention of a woman, she immediately turned a sharp gaze to Yun Ping: "Who is it? Could it be your old flame?"

"Just kidding, where would I get so many old flames?"

Yunping waved his hand and looked at the familiar pigeon, but his expression was somewhat solemn.

"That wasn't my old flame, if we really have to name a few—"

"It must be the old flame of the third brother's pigeon spirit."

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3. Is this also a dragon?

"Third Senior Brother's...old flame?"

The image that immediately popped into Ye Yuchan's mind was of the pigeon spirit dressed in a black robe with golden hair, embracing a beautiful woman and grinning at her.

From any perspective, given my third senior brother's perpetually lazy and unreliable personality, it would be a miracle if he could even pick up a girl! How could any girl possibly like such a lazy person who never keeps his promises?!

Seemingly noticing the suspicious expression on Ye Yuchan's face, Xiao Lin Yuan, sitting in Yun Ping's lap, immediately defended her senior brother: "Oh, Junior Sister Yuchan, don't let Third Senior Brother's appearance fool you, he's actually a very nice person~"

"Is...is that so..."

The image of Jiang Shaoguang helping an old lady cross the road in Jinglin City resurfaced in Ye Yuchan's mind, and for some reason, she always felt a subtle sense of unease.

The old rogue waved his hand dismissively and said, "That girl Su Yu has been in contact with Lao San for quite a while, but they usually exchange messages by letter. I guess that's what they call youthful romance~"

As she spoke, Ye Yuchan could clearly see a hint of envy and emotion on Yunping's face, a touch of nostalgia in his shining eyes.

“Letter paper…” Ye Yuchan muttered softly, turning to look at the white dove standing proudly on the stone table, “Is this the legendary carrier pigeon…”

“In this era, apart from sending messages by carrier pigeon, there are basically no other means of communication.” Yun Ping casually took a sip of the iced cola he took out of his storage ring and said, “Even those few stones with arrays that I left with you are unique in the three great heavens.”

Ye Yuchan blinked, her expression gradually becoming somewhat subtle: "So that thing is considered a high-end product? Can it be sold for money?"

"No." The old rogue rolled his eyes at her: "Making those formations took me a lot of effort, and I still haven't found a way to mass-produce them. Otherwise, I would have already set up a company and sold this thing as my own flagship product. I've even thought of a name for the company: Penguin."

Listening to her teacher talking about things that didn't make sense, Lin Yuan tilted her head curiously and asked, "Teacher, what is a company?"

"This is a rather profound question. If you really want me to explain, I've actually forgotten what 'company' means... It's roughly equivalent to a large shop."

Ye Yuchan: "..."

She recalled that when Yun Ping took her and Zhang Ruoxue to the Kuntian Domain, he left Jiang Yuetian, Fan Luokui and others with a few small stones specifically for contacting him. These were magical artifacts that could facilitate cross-domain communication. At the time, Ye Yuchan thought these things were quite common.

After Yunping said that, she finally understood.

So that rock was the prototype of a chat tool...

Moreover, the name "Penguin" reminded Ye Yuchan of a once-great commercial empire.

Thankfully, the old rogue didn't have any ambition to develop into a business tycoon in the world of immortals and heroes, otherwise he might have actually managed to tinker with computers and consoles. At that point, everyone would stop cultivating immortality and just stay at home playing PS4 and online games.

"then……"

Coming back to her senses from her chaotic thoughts, Ye Yuchan looked at a white dove and asked Yunping, "Was this letter written specifically for Third Senior Brother?"

"That should be true!" Lin Yuan nodded her little head: "Because before... before... before, when Sister Su's white doves came, Junior Sister Yu Chan happened to be cultivating!"

The old rogue chimed in, though his tone changed slightly: "But this time it seems a bit late. Judging from the usual frequency, it seems to be about a month late this time."

"Then I'll give it to him now?"