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

To say there were no feelings involved would be an absolute lie.

Looking at Jiang Shaoguang's dejected expression, Zhang Ruoxue couldn't help but clench her fists.

She didn't want to see her senior brother so dejected, just as she didn't want to see Jiang Yuetian's fear and cowardice when facing the Jiang family.

Third Senior Brother... are you just going to... let it go like this?

"I do not know."

Jiang Shaoguang shook his head, the indifference and frivolity between his brows completely gone: "She was married at the behest of her parents, and her husband is a talented and powerful man. If we really think about it from the perspective of the future, it is not a bad thing for her or her family."

Ye Yuchan's expression suddenly darkened. She clearly couldn't accept Jiang Shaoguang's idea: "For that kind of future, Third Senior Brother, are you willing to let these ten years of your youth go to waste...?"

"Ten years is not a long time for a cultivator."

Jiang Shaoguang stared at everyone with a complicated expression. He remained silent for a long time before speaking again: "As cultivators, if they do not encounter any accidents, ten years is not a long or precious time. For those cultivators who can step into the Void Realm or even become saints, ten years is just a blink of an eye. If it is all for naught and they are reduced to ashes, it is not a pity."

"What about feelings?" Jiang Yuetian gasped, questioning Jiang Shaoguang, "Aren't you going to regret the feelings you've built up over the past ten years?"

"..."

Jiang Shaoguang remained silent for a few seconds before revealing a smile that was even more bitter than before.

“This is a better future for her and her family, and she is already used to following the path her parents have planned for her.”

Yes.

No one could refute Jiang Shaoguang's words.

Especially Lin Yuan and Ye Yuchan, who had read the other letters—the two of them had seen the young lady named Su Yu mention her parents more than once. In the letters, her parents were like "destiny," meticulously planning Su Yu's future.

Her cultivation process, her techniques, what she does every day, the people she can come into contact with, her speech and behavior, and everything about her future.

And she did exactly as instructed. At least in the letters, Lin Yuan and Ye Yuchan did not see a single instance of Su Yu showing any disobedience, nor did she even have the thought of disobeying her parents.

She seems to have really gotten used to it.

Yun Ping took a deep breath and stared at Jiang Shaoguang's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with mist.

After a moment, he asked in a deep voice.

"Shaoguang, you shouldn't be afraid."

Jiang Shaoguang was taken aback, then immediately understood, and said with a wry smile, "I'm not afraid, teacher..."

"Then why don't you dare to go?"

“I’m not afraid, teacher…” Jiang Shaoguang shook his head, as if the image of that girl playing the guqin behind the wall that year, oblivious to the world, seemed to appear before his eyes: “It’s just… if she follows this future, she might be able to find happiness. But if I really go… it will only bring shame to her and her family, and in the end… it might all be for nothing.”

He stared at the letter he had torn up earlier, his voice choked with emotion.

Jiang Shaoguang pulled up his hood, lowered his head to hide his expression, and said, "She told me not to go looking for her..."

"She also said that she wouldn't come with me."

“She has her own family, her own parents, and a lot of things… If I go, I will only destroy all of that.”

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards his house.

No one stopped him, and no one uttered a single word.

Because they had all read the letter, and the contents of the letter, the meaning it expressed... were just as Jiang Shaoguang had said.

Everyone remained silent until Jiang Shaoguang stepped into his room and closed the door tightly.

crunch--

"Ugh...so annoying!"

Ye Yuchan scratched her hair in frustration: "What... I always feel like this kind of thing... ugh... it's so annoying!"

"As expected, I still can't understand." Zhang Ruoxue sighed, equally frustrated, staring at Jiang Shaoguang's tightly closed door, her fists clenched: "This kind of thing... should be very simple."

"My third junior brother has his own ideas... and... to be honest... I can't say whether his ideas are right or wrong."

Jiang Yuetian also seemed quite troubled by this. Even as outsiders, they couldn't quite see through matters of the heart.

Fan Luokui and Gu Wangjun let out a silent sigh, clearly sharing the same feelings as the others.

Only the old rogue...

He thoughtfully rubbed his chin, glanced at the letter, and shook his head.

"Yuan'er, you might have to stay up a little later tonight."

"what?"

Xiao Lin Yuan didn't quite understand what Yun Ping was saying. Before she could react, she found that Yun Ping had handed her a sheet of music.

Then, the old rogue looked at the curious crowd and suddenly blurted out:

"Among you guys, who sings the best?"

Everyone: "???"

8. What kind of man are you?

night.

Perhaps it was the oppressive stuffiness of midnight, or perhaps the events of the morning had stirred up his somewhat calmed emotions once more—

He pushed open the door, welcoming the gentle breeze that blew in that night.

The location of the courtyard house could almost be described as a desolate wasteland to cultivators, because it had neither rich spiritual energy nor the birthplace of any precious spiritual plants; it was just an ordinary mountain peak.

However, for ordinary people, the courtyard house is located on a high mountain peak, where one can look up and see the vast sky, and look down and see the bustling and prosperous scene of the entire Jinglin City.

Sitting on the brick and tile roof of the house, the blond youth in black robes looked up at the bright moon that seemed to be high above. Today was the day of the full moon, and a full moon hung in the sky. The ancient stars that mocked the spirit star circled around it, adorning the dark curtain.

"Can't you sleep?"

A girl's cool voice came from behind.

Jiang Shaoguang was stunned for a moment, and almost subconsciously wanted to leave, but that fair and soft little hand seemed to have sensed this in advance and pressed down on Jiang Shaoguang's shoulder.

Fan Luokui stared at Jiang Shaoguang, her tone calm: "I'm not here to challenge you to a duel."

These words seemed utterly untrue to Jiang Shaoguang. He quickly stepped back, staring warily at his junior sister: "Are you trying to lower my guard by saying this? Let me make this clear first, if you're going to cause trouble, do it in the morning. It'll disturb other people at night."

“So…” Fan Luokui helplessly spread her hands, and it was at this moment that Jiang Shaoguang noticed that she was unusually not wearing that black scabbard: “I really didn’t come here to duel you, I just wanted to chat.”

"Really?"

"Really." Fan Luokui put on a serious expression, trying to convince Jiang Shaoguang.

However, the blond youth rolled his eyes at Fan Luokui and said, "Fine, but you have to put your hands on your head so I can feel at ease."

"...Put it on your head?" Fan Luo Kui imagined the scene and suddenly felt a stomachache: "Isn't that what prisoners do..."

"Just leave it for a little while, it'll be fine~"

"..."

Fan Luokui took a deep breath. In the past, she was the one who made others squat down with their hands behind their heads. She never thought that now it would be her turn to do it.

Although she still felt some resistance, when she thought about the purpose of her trip, Fan Luokui silently put her hands on her head, her face showing the word "obedient," and quietly squatted down.

Is this okay?

Faced with Fan Luokui's displeased tone and eye roll, Jiang Shaoguang chuckled and then sat down again without any hesitation—sitting next to Fan Luokui.

"then--"

A gentle breeze caressed the young man's handsome face, ruffling his pale golden hair and illuminating his forced smile with the bright moonlight: "You didn't really come here just to chat, did you?"

Fan Luokui was silent for a few seconds before giving a rather straightforward answer: "...It's about what happened this morning."

This statement came out.

It was visibly that Jiang Shaoguang's gaze seemed to sink into an unknown gloom, even though he had guessed that this would be the answer—even though he was mentally prepared, he would still feel displeased.

"What do you mean?"

His tone suddenly turned somewhat unpleasant, at least losing its previous ease and comfort.

Of course, it's also possible that the previous ease was just a pretense to avoid being seen through.

Fan Luokui didn't care about Jiang Shaoguang's sudden change in tone and expression; rather, she had already guessed that this would happen.

"I just feel that letting her go towards her pre-planned future might not be a good thing."

"..." Jiang Shaoguang turned his head and looked at Fan Luokui's delicate yet somewhat cold profile with a complicated expression: "What do you mean?"

"My teacher told me before that the relationship between you and Su Yu is called a long-distance relationship in their area, and it's a long-distance relationship with the barrier of parents and family ethics."

Long-distance relationship...?

Jiang Shaoguang couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile.

Indeed, it had been several years since he had actually met Su Yu in person. Their conversations and feelings were almost entirely conveyed through letters.

However... a relationship that cannot be formed... perhaps the two of them once had a sincere love, but that love may also become broken as time goes by and distance pulls them apart.

Especially when there is interference.

"Senior Brother Jiang..."

Fan Luokui gazed at Jiang Shaoguang, at his bitter face and his eyes that concealed endless sorrow, and took a deep breath: "Do you really think this is enough?"

The words fell.

Suddenly, a melodious zither tune drifted from the courtyard.

The two looked in the direction of the sound and found Lin Yuan, the youngest disciple of Yuntian Academy, sitting upright on a stone table in the backyard. In front of her was a worn-out ancient zither, with waves of vast spiritual energy surging from its strings.

She seemed to be carefully examining the sheet of paper in front of her, as if she were trying to completely immerse herself in the mood of the music.

The music was melodious, and the strings resonated with a captivating rhythm.

Jiang Shaoguang glanced at Lin Yuan, who was still awake at this hour, and seemed a little surprised. However, seeing her focused on playing the piano, he assumed that Lin Yuan was practicing a new piece of music and didn't pay any attention to it.

He sighed deeply, listening to the melodious piano music, and said calmly, "If even she chooses to accept this future, then what right do I have to force her to change her mind?"

"I can't even be sure about my own future, so how can I presume to decide someone else's future?"

"The future... huh."