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

If it can be resolved, that would be best; if not…

That would make the problem more complicated.

night.

Under the starry night sky, accompanied by a gentle breeze.

There was no particular commotion coming from Jiang Shaoguang and Jiang Yuetian's room. Instead, there were faint signs of surging spiritual energy – they didn't seem to be sleeping, but rather using the nighttime to cultivate.

That alone makes her far better than some girl who runs out of her house in the middle of the night.

Walking along the wooden corridor of the pavilion, the silver-haired girl glanced at the room beside her without opening the door. She simply looked at it and then looked away.

"what happened?"

The black-haired girl walking in front turned around and asked.

"No...it's nothing." Ye Yuchan shook her head, no longer looking at the room where Yunping was, but instead looking at the cherry-haired girl who was reluctantly coming out of her room: "Luo Kui, let's go."

"You really want to go... Actually, I don't really have any strong feelings about this kind of thing..."

"Just take a look, we've got nothing better to do anyway." Zhang Ruoxue smiled faintly, then added, "We get to drink wine and watch fireworks, isn't that great?"

"Alcohol... huh."

Fan Luokui subconsciously licked her lips; to be honest, it had been a while since she had drunk alcohol.

Of course, her addiction was definitely not as strong as Zhang Ruoxue's. She was the one who suggested going out for drinks late at night instead of cultivating or sleeping, and Ye Yuchan found out about the fireworks temple fair.

"But I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that I came to the fireworks temple fair on my first day."

“Yes,” Ye Yuchan exclaimed, “What a coincidence.”

Let's go~

Zhang Ruoxue was the first to walk down the stairs, saying, "If you're late, there might not be any seats left."

12. Three people of the same sex watching fireworks...it feels kind of awkward.

That's why Zhang Ruoxue is such a completely different person once she gets to the restaurant...

Although Xiangren City is a city of steel and a paradise for craftsmen, with more than half of the shops in the town being crafts shops, the magical artifacts forged over the years could probably circle the entire Extreme Heaven Domain without much trouble.

However, taverns and other entertainment venues are an indispensable part of the city, especially since there are quite a few cultivators like Zhang Ruoxue who can hardly live without alcohol. Even weapon craftsmen who cultivate the art of forging often need to drink to enhance their inspiration.

To put it bluntly, there's not much difference between a craftsman and a scholar who flaunts his literary talent after drinking.

tons tons tons tons—

"Phew~ The liquor here is really strong!"

Having clearly not had a proper drink in a long time, Zhang Ruoxue went up to the top of the restaurant and into the several red courtyards connected to the Crimson Hall. She ordered several jugs of wine, downed them all in one go, and then, under the dumbfounded gazes of Ye Yuchan and Fan Luokui, asked the waiter for three jars of twenty-year-old Tiger Tongue Wine.

Three vats of wine—that's not something you can finish drinking in one or two pots. Three whole vats of wine really gave the waiter quite a fright.

It is said that before this, the waiter named Zhang Yue had never seen anyone who could drink so much. Since he started working here, this was the first time he had ever seen someone order wine by the vat.

"You can really drink..."

Ye Yuchan, who had a poor alcohol tolerance to begin with, had no intention of drinking. She rested her chin on her hand, looked at the dazzling array of pastries on the table, pondered for a moment, picked up a piece, and put it in her bowl: "Ruoxue, how did you develop such a drinking ability?"

"Hmm... I don't know either." After drinking a whole vat of Tiger Tongue Wine, Zhang Ruoxue's face was very normal, neither flushed nor dizzy, and her tone was also very casual: "I couldn't drink that much before, and I often got completely drunk. After a while, I became more able to drink."

"Could this thing also be something that can be honed through practice...?"

Fan Luokui gracefully sipped half a glass of wine, which was as clear as amber, and continued Ye Yuchan's words: "I remember that Lord Yin Hanxuebing once said that drinking and practicing martial arts are very similar, which may be related to this alcohol tolerance."

"So you mean getting drunk a few more times will improve your alcohol tolerance?" Ye Yuchan raised an eyebrow, glanced at the two vats of liquor next to Zhang Ruoxue, and her pretty face paled slightly: "If that's really the case, Ruoxue, just how many times have you gotten drunk...?"

Faced with this question that she couldn't answer immediately, Zhang Ruoxue frowned and pondered for a while.

He then revealed a rather hearty smile: "Who remembers the exact number of times? Anyway, for a while, my master at the Thunder Feather Sect considered expelling me from the sect."

Ye Yuchan tilted her head curiously: "Because you drink every day, which interferes with your cultivation?"

"No, it's because I spent several days drinking all the wine that Lei Yu Sect had stored for five years... I almost emptied the wine cellar..."

Ye Yuchan and Fan Luokui exchanged a glance, both noticing the twitching bitter smile on each other's lips.

They had heard of many different reasons for being expelled from their sect, but this was the first time they had ever heard of someone like Zhang Ruoxue who was almost expelled for nearly drinking the wine cellar dry.

Fortunately, our Ruoxue only has a high alcohol tolerance and a strong addiction to alcohol, not a big appetite... Otherwise, like that certain cotton-padded king with a cowlick on his head, I reckon only the countless gold mountains in that old rogue's storage ring could afford to support this girl.

Looking back now, perhaps it was because he knew Zhang Ruoxue liked alcohol that the old rogue drank cola most of the time in the courtyard—afraid that one day he might arouse Zhang Ruoxue's desire to drink and make her swallow all the aged wines in his storage ring.

"By the way, when are the fireworks going to start...?"

Realizing that continuing the topic of alcohol was pointless, Ye Yuchan poked at the osmanthus cake in her bowl with her chopsticks while looking up at the dark night sky that was sparkling with stars.

The moon tonight is not round; the crescent moon in the sky resembles the trace left by a shooting star that has pierced through the dark curtain, its slender limbs bent, like a pure white maiden curled up.

It seems the heavens were on our side, as a cool breeze blew in from outside the red pavilion, providing just the right amount of relief and comfort. The night sky was also crystal clear, and the few scattered stars not only did not detract from the dazzling fireworks, but instead served as exquisite decorations.

Fan Luokui turned her head, her gaze passing through the slightly crowded people below the restaurant, watching the couples, before silently looking away again: "It should be soon, but I'm not very interested in fireworks."

"This kind of thing... it's obviously not fun to watch alone..."

Ye Yuchan also noticed the couples below, embracing and chatting happily, anticipating the dazzling fireworks. Her focus gradually blurred, and her consciousness drifted to an unknown distance: "Watching fireworks with your Daoist partner is the proper way to enjoy them..."

"My Daoist partner..."

Zhang Ruoxue scratched her head, somewhat confused: "Speaking of which, none of you have a Daoist partner yet, right?"

As soon as he said this, Ye Yuchan's expression suddenly became quite complicated.

She silently turned her head and glared at Zhang Ruoxue with an unusually cold look: "What? Ruoxue, why does that sound like you're mocking me for being single?"

"Ah..." Zhang Ruoxue shrank back slightly when suddenly glared at, then laughed and said, "Oh dear, I didn't mean that, I just wanted to confirm your relationship with the teacher..."

Ye Yuchan jumped up like a startled rabbit, her cheeks flushed red: "What happened between me and that old rogue...you...you mustn't say such things!"

"well……"

Zhang Ruoxue waved her hand helplessly, silently abandoning the idea of ​​continuing to ask questions.

In fact, everyone in the entire Yuntian Academy knew about Ye Yuchan's messy affair, and everyone tacitly accepted it.

Only Ye Yuchan mistakenly believed that this matter was a little secret—perhaps she actually knew it had been exposed long ago, but maybe her stubborn pride just wouldn't admit it.

Yu Chan pouted, then glanced at Zhang Ruoxue with a strange look: "Ruoxue, what about you? Did you have a Daoist partner in the Thunder Feather Sect?"

—Emotional exchange between girls has emerged!

Faced with a question that might make some girls blush, Zhang Ruoxue simply answered calmly, as if nothing had happened.

"No, there aren't many male cultivators in the Thunder Feather Sect who can beat me, and almost none who can outdrink me. If you can't beat me and can't outdrink me, why should you be my Daoist partner?"

……

Although she felt something was off, Ye Yuchan still couldn't refute Zhang Ruoxue's argument.

Undeterred, Ye Yuchan turned her attention to Fan Luokui.

Seeing her junior sister's emotionless face, Ye Yuchan already knew the answer in her heart.

Sure enough—

Fan Luokui lowered her head slightly, and with a serious demeanor, drank the wine in her glass in one gulp without making any unnecessary movements. Then, she replied with a solemn expression, "A Daoist partner is unnecessary for me."

Zhang Ruoxue pondered for a few seconds, then asked, "Have you never liked a boy since you were a child?"

“No.” Fan Luokui shook her head firmly: “In the Northern Ice Palace, I generally do not have contact with men.”

"Why?" Zhang Ruoxue didn't quite understand.

"Because most of them can't even withstand one of my strikes, those who can practice real combat with me are almost all senior female students from the older generation."

At this point, Fan Luokui paused, as if to create suspense.

She nodded seriously and then came to a conclusion.

"So overall, I prefer women."

—That's quite an impressive statement...

Startled, Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue simultaneously shifted their positions, instinctively feeling fear towards their junior sister who had declared her lesbian relationship.

And it was at this moment—

From a red pavilion not far from Ye Yuchan and her two companions came the young man's mysterious voice.

"Speaking of which, do you know that something big has happened recently?"

"What big deal is it now? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I bet it's another girl he's ruined, hehehe..."

"Hey, Lao Qian, how's that girl in bed? What's her figure like?"

Some offensive words reached Ye Yuchan and her two companions, who all frowned and looked at the young men spewing filth.

There were four people sitting together. One of them was wearing a light blue short robe with gold trim. He was rather thin and his movements were unsteady. He swayed and his cheeks were flushed. His eyes were glazed over, as if he were drunk.

The young man glared angrily at his three friends who had been mocking him, and shouted, "Go away, go away! I... I'm serious! Don't you believe me? This is... this is big news I found out!"

"What big news? Tell me!"

"Hey... well... you guys probably don't know... what really happened recently!"

The young man paused, then narrowed his eyes and laughed, as if to confirm that what he said would surprise them.

"The previous head of the Emperor's Pavilion didn't actually abdicate; he was beaten to death!"

……

His three friends were stunned when he said this.

After a brief silence, a deafening burst of laughter erupted.

Seeing his friends laughing uncontrollably, the young man seemed even more annoyed and shouted angrily, "What are you doing? Why are you all laughing like that? I'm sharing such an important secret with you, and you're still laughing?!"

"No, Old Qian..." One of them was laughing so hard he was shaking, his smile completely uncontrollable: "The former head of the Emperor Pavilion... he was practically a demigod... what are you talking about? Are you just spouting nonsense?"

"If you're going to make something up, at least make something plausible."

The young man angrily shook off his friend who was leaning on his shoulder and laughing incessantly, and said seriously, "Originally, I shouldn't have told you about this, but I shared it with you because you are all my good friends. You don't know, the Imperial Pavilion issued a ban prohibiting any force in the Imperial Palace at the time from revealing that their Pavilion Master had died."