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

Fan Luo Kui seemed somewhat puzzled and displeased. She slowly lowered her hand and pointed to a dim star orbiting the full moon in the sky: "Senior Brother Jiang, what do you think of that star?"

Following Fan Luokui's slender finger, Jiang Shaoguang looked over and shook his head at the rather dim star: "From here, it is of course dim, but if you look at it up close, it will probably be as bright as other ancient stars."

"I think so too."

Fan Luokui nodded: "Perhaps from other people's perspective, this star is dim and cannot emit dazzling light, but at least it knows that it is absolutely dazzling and bright enough."

"Senior Brother Jiang, do you really think so little of yourself?"

……

Jiang Shaoguang was silent for a few seconds, then turned his head to the side, his deep voice surrounding Fan Luokui's ear: "I don't look down on myself."

"Then why are you so certain that you can't give Su Yu a better future?"

Jiang Shaoguang: "..."

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the words were swallowed back down.

It was at this moment that the music seemed to reach a point of resonance, and the burly figure slowly appeared in the backyard.

Gu Wangjun was not wearing his usual clothes, but a snow-white Taoist robe. In his thick hands, he was holding a black rod-shaped object.

He brought the object to his lips, and then his voice seemed to be amplified by a magic circle, becoming even more magnetic and uniquely masculine.

[Kissing your hand, resting my head against your chest, that person is no longer me...]

A gentle yet complex male voice emanated from the backyard, permeating the entire courtyard.

Jiang Shaoguang was a little confused by the sudden singing. He pointed blankly at Gu Wangjun, who was playing the piano and singing with an unidentified object in the backyard, and then looked back at Fan Luokui.

"Junior sister, this is..."

"Don't...don't mind them!" Although Fan Luo Kui was also feeling a strange embarrassment creeping down her spine, she still tried her best to calm herself down: "Let them do what they want, let's continue talking!"

"Ah... um."

Although Jiang Shaoguang still cared about this strange combination... he had a pretty good idea that it was probably another thing his teacher had come up with.

Fan Luokui also straightened her expression, and amidst the tangled emotions created by the combination of the zither music and the singing, she asked in a deep voice.

"It's still the same question... Senior Brother Jiang, do you really think you can't give Su Yu a better future?"

"I am just an ordinary little cultivator." Jiang Shaoguang glanced at Fan Luokui, letting the song flow in his ears, and sighed: "I am different from my second senior brother, senior brother, and even you. I come from a humble background, have no power or nobility, and my parents passed away not long ago. The only people I can call family are my teacher and you."

"Your cultivation is far superior to mine. In the future, even if you don't reach the Void Realm or become a Saint, you will at least reach the Nascent Soul stage..."

“Cultivation level is not everything.” Jiang Shaoguang clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: “There is also family, there is also power… Her family is rising steadily, and this marriage is actually part of a political alliance.”

"And she...did not refuse."

The thought of the girl on that letter who completely obeyed her parents' words stirred a fire within Fan Luokui.

Perhaps I was once like that myself, or perhaps I was once controlled by my father, which almost led to a major disaster.

She understood this deeply... one should listen attentively to one's parents' words, but not treat them as absolute commands.

People should be free.

"You should know that she cannot find happiness by living like this."

"But she's willing to live like this, and perhaps her future husband will treat her well, perhaps her family will treat her well in the future, perhaps..."

Fan Luokui suddenly stood up, looked down at him, and rudely interrupted him.

"And you just watch her walk slowly down this path filled with 'maybes'?"

at the same time.

What kind of man are you? What kind of man are you? You still love her but don't dare ask her to wait any longer...

The lyrics of Gu Wangjun's song, filled with regret, pierced Jiang Shaoguang's heart like a sharp sword.

Fan Luokui stared at Gu Wangjun singing in the courtyard, and shook her head coldly: "Senior Brother is right... One is a future full of 'maybes,' and the other is a future that belongs to you and her, but Senior Brother Jiang, you chose the former."

"I'd rather let her go down that unknown path than believe I can give her a better future."

"I don't understand so-called love, nor have I ever had a partner, but I at least know that if I don't even have the confidence to give the woman I love a happy future..."

"Then what kind of man are you?"

After speaking, the sound faded.

Fan Luokui turned around, her cheeks as if covered in frost. She clenched her fists tightly, hardened her heart, and turned away.

"Think about it carefully yourself."

After she finished speaking, she jumped off the roof.

night.

Speechless.

The music ended, the crowd dispersed, and the moon and stars were few.

Jiang Shaoguang stared blankly at the bright moon in the sky, as if he remembered the time he sat on the wall with that naive girl that year, watching the fireworks.

Scene after scene flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern.

"Speaking of which..."

With the words "What kind of man are you?" echoing in his ears, he couldn't help but give a bitter smile.

"It seems like I've run into something I can't back out of this time..."

9 Conclusion

The next morning.

Ye Yuchan sat listlessly in the front yard, resting her chin on her hand, watching the young man lying in the rocking chair in front of her as if nothing had happened.

"Hey you old rogue... you spent ages fiddling with this last night, did it even work?"

"How would I know if it would work? It's so early in the morning, maybe the third brother is still catching up on sleep."

Yunping continued basking in the sun, as if he hadn't taken the matter to heart at all.

His nonchalant attitude naturally aroused Yu Chan's dissatisfaction. She puffed out her cheeks and muttered, "No matter what, Third Senior Brother is still your disciple... How come you're not worried at all?"

“Worrying won’t help,” the old rogue said helplessly, spreading his hands. “We did our best last night. We even used background music to create a really intense atmosphere. Plus, Xiao Luo Kui’s witty banter was amazing. If we still didn’t get any results, I’m out of ideas.”

Indeed... Although the performance of "What Kind of Man Are You?" last night made Ye Yuchan feel a little embarrassed, fortunately, her senior brother Gu Wangjun's singing was quite good—at least he didn't sing off-key, and he also brought out a bit of the artistic conception.

—Speaking of which, it's all thanks to my senior brother for being able to learn this song in such a short time.

Meanwhile, their junior sister, Fan Luo Kui, used the power of this background music to talk with Jiang Shao Guang for a long time. They didn't know what the conversation was about, but given Fan Luo Kui's serious nature, there shouldn't be any surprises.

Next... we really can only rely on Jiang Shaoguang.

"Sigh... what kind of mess is this..."

Ye Yuchan sighed, feeling frustrated. She still couldn't quite understand the problem between her senior brother and that Miss Su Yu: "If they are both in love, why can't they just be together openly? I don't get it."

"Where in this world do two people find the chance to be together?"

The old rogue suddenly blurted out, though his tone was very calm: "Even now, the fact that we can live together in this courtyard in this small place is already a great blessing. Whether it's this world or our hometown, it's rare for two people to be able to live together."

"It takes a hundred years of cultivation to share a boat ride, and a thousand years to share a pillow in sleep. Do you really think this is a joke?"

Listening to Yun Ping's somewhat cryptic words, Ye Yuchan glanced at Yun Ping's profile, her expression a little strange: "Is it really that exaggerated... In that case, being able to sit here now is a blessing I've accumulated over countless years?"

Yun Ping chuckled shamelessly, "Hey, that makes sense. It's a great honor for you to sit next to your teacher!"

Ye Yuchan blushed slightly, turned her head away, and couldn't help but purse her lips: "Tch... vain."

—But...it really should be considered a blessing.

You might run into some old scoundrel or something...

Lost in her own thoughts, Ye Yuchan didn't notice that a cherry-haired girl dressed in a red and white shrine maiden outfit, with dark circles under her eyes and a scabbard at her waist, sat down opposite her without saying a word.

When Yu Chan realized what was happening, she found that Fan Luo Kui's face was filled with displeasure.

"What... what's wrong, Luo Kui? You look so tired..."

"I didn't sleep well last night." Fan Luokui's answer was straightforward and brief, and Ye Yuchan noticed that there was always a hint of displeasure in her eyes: "So I'm feeling a little unwell now."

Yun Ping pushed up his sunglasses, revealing his signature dead fish eyes, and looked at Fan Luo Kui from his rocking chair: "Did you have a nightmare last night?"

"No." Fan Luo Kui shook her head, then suddenly clenched her teeth, her voice squeezed out from between them: "It's because I was angry with that idiot."

That idiot?

Ye Yuchan and Yunping immediately realized—they were probably referring to the golden-haired pigeon spirit that went to the rooftop to look at the stars last night.

This peculiar title made Yunping smile.

He still remembers that Fan Luokui was very particular about etiquette. When she first entered Yuntian Academy, she would bow to everyone she met and use honorifics. Asking her to change would be impossible in a short time.

But things are different now. She is gradually integrating into the whole family and is more comfortable with how people address her.

Since neither of them heard the conversation between Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang, Ye Yuchan was at a loss for words when faced with Fan Luokui's displeasure.

Ye Yuchan hesitated for a few seconds before asking, "Um, Luo Kui... what happened?"

"Actually... nothing really happened..." Faced with her senior sister's question, Fan Luokui pondered for a while, then looked troubled again: "I just feel that Third Senior Brother... sigh... I don't know how to say it."

Ye Yuchan looked enlightened and tentatively asked, "So you just feel like you have a lot of anger inside that you can't let out, right?"

Fan Luo Kui blinked, her pale golden pupils revealing a look of astonishment: "That's about it... Anyway, just thinking about Third Senior Brother and that Miss Su Yu makes me feel... very uncomfortable."

“I feel almost the same way…” Ye Yuchan seemed to have found a kindred spirit and excitedly grasped Fan Luokui’s cold little hand: “This kind of plot that’s exactly like a melodramatic TV series is really annoying, isn’t it?!”

"A melodramatic TV series?"

These are terms from another world, which our Luo Kui girl obviously cannot understand.

On the other hand, Yu Chan, oblivious to the confusion on Fan Luo Kui's face, continued her rambling: "There are so many messy interpersonal relationships, long-distance relationships, parental opposition, and the like~ In even more chaotic cases, there might even be something like the temptation to return to the village. But thankfully, Third Senior Brother doesn't seem to be a scumbag. However, whether that Miss Su Yu has other ideas is another matter..."

Fan Luokui listened to Ye Yuchan's words with a bewildered expression, but finally couldn't help but call out, "Um... Senior Sister Ye, could you please speak in a way that I can understand?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Yuchan froze on the spot, nearly choking to death.

She almost went into a state of endlessly discussing melodramatic TV dramas with others—the aftereffects of the last world hadn't yet healed.

"Hehehe...sorry, sorry..." An awkward smile appeared on the girl's face. She quickly changed the subject: "Don't worry about this kind of thing. Compared to this...Luo Kui, you should have tried to persuade Third Senior Brother last night, right?"