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

Lin Yuan blinked her bright eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them.

Why did the teacher call on you? You must have done something wrong!

Ye Yuchan's face was full of innocence—

I really didn't do anything wrong, you have to believe me!

This time, Yu Chan didn't lie. Although she admitted that she had thought about sneaking into the old rogue's room to raid him at night, she didn't end up doing so because she was too timid (too shy).

Could it be... that I lingered outside the old rogue's house for too long at night and got caught?

Probably not...

Just as Ye Yuchan was still pondering what she had done wrong, Yun Ping looked at the three of them with a wry smile: "I'm not saying anything, but what are you three doing here winking at each other? Are you planning to use blinking to transmit Morse code? Come out here right now. Oh, and Xiao Jiang and Yuan'er, you two come here too."

"Huh?!?!"

Jiang Yuetian and Lin Yuan jumped up from their stools at the same time.

Their gazes fell on the icy-white longsword in Yun Ping's hand, and their bodies trembled.

What do you mean? Did they do something wrong too?

"What are you all doing, staring at me like that... Do you think I'm going to eat you all because you have heatstroke?"

Under the puzzled and somewhat worried gazes of the crowd, Yunping's lips twitched suddenly. He wondered what these silly roe deer were thinking, and quickly explained.

"Hurry up and come out, and call Luo Kui out too. We don't need to worry about the pigeon spirit."

"I really went all out this time, fifty cases of pickled cabbage noodles... just to get that kid to make those knives—"

"We'd better give it a good try."

41. Ye Yuchan evolves! Ye Yuchan undergoes its second evolution!

Testing a knife and testing a bow are quite different.

To test a bow, you can basically just find anyone with an apple or something on their head. As long as you draw the bow and shoot an arrow and kill that person... no, shoot through the apple on their head, you'll get a good feel for it.

But there are certain rules to follow when testing the knife—

First, find a living person.

Of course, not the one that got chopped.

The person testing the knife must have a certain understanding of knife techniques; otherwise, if you just find someone to test the knife, even if the method is correct, the test results will be somewhat inaccurate. Only someone who has a certain understanding of knife techniques can know the full power of the knife.

Without a doubt, among all the disciples, only Fan Luokui was quite knowledgeable about swordsmanship—this sword was naturally forged for her.

"This is... my new sword..."

The cherry-haired girl carefully took the long, narrow sword with a relatively gentle curve from Yunping's hand. It was more like a katana than a long sword.

Although the swords in this world are not classified in such detail, and although there are different schools of thought, this kid, the Forging Saint, has created his own school. He basically does whatever comes to mind. According to him, this is called "water has no fixed form," which is a kind of free and profound philosophy.

This is also why he occasionally forges some random weapons.

—For example, the "3000 That Will Kill You" ad that the old rogue once wanted to complain about a thousand times.

That thing was nearly two meters long, with sharp barbs hanging on both sides. The tip looked like a halberd, but the blade was shaped like a scimitar, and the handle was round like a mace with a lot of sharp spikes.

Furthermore, the weapon's blade can fire compressed spiritual energy projectiles—this kid, Forging Saint, believes that by combining the advantages of several weapons, he can create a completely new magical artifact.

The result was this thing, which even the former Martial Emperor Gu Tianren, a rogue who was theoretically proficient in any weapon to the extreme, was bewitched the moment he got his hands on it.

How do you use this damn thing?

Finally, the old rogue gave this broken magical artifact a name—

【3000 to Kill You】

However, this time, the forging master did not let himself go and chose to improvise – after all, the old rogue was watching him refine the prototype. If this kid dared to mess around, Yun Ping would have confiscated those fifty boxes of instant noodles in no time.

Under such immense pressure, the Forging Saint naturally completed the task quickly, and he personally stated that this magical artifact was one of the most accomplished magical artifacts he had ever created.

The knife is nearly one meter long, making it an extremely long and difficult-to-handle type of knife. Normal long knives are only sixty to eighty centimeters long; once they exceed this length, the blade becomes difficult to control.

The blade is designed with a reverse curve, appearing relatively smooth overall but with a certain degree of curvature—not referring to the blade being tilted, but rather to the blade itself having a certain degree of arc.

This design was specially commissioned by Yunping to be crafted by the forging master, because such a blade design makes it easier to draw the sword.

Two ancient, icy-blue characters intertwine and twist in the center of the blade, above which lies a miniature magic array that enhances the wielder's spiritual energy. The hilt is engraved with a dazzling cherry-colored sunflower, emitting an extremely faint light. From the hilt, a chilling aura extends towards the blade, giving the entire magical weapon an extremely cold appearance.

The moment Fan Luokui grasped the hilt of the knife, she felt a surge of cold air rush into her body, flowing freely through her meridians. The bone-chilling cold seemed to resonate with her innate spiritual root, and as the cold air surged through her body, she felt not only no pain but also unusual comfort.

—After all, she was practicing the techniques of the Northern Ice Palace, and Yunping did not allow her to change her techniques or foundation.

Fan Luokui could clearly feel that her spiritual energy seemed to have become even more concentrated. She closed her eyes slightly, enjoying this rare moment of bliss.

Yun Ping looked at Fan Luo Kui's reaction with satisfaction and nodded.

"This knife was specially forged for you by that kid, the Forging Saint, under my supervision. In terms of grade, it should be considered a ninth-grade Heaven-level magic weapon."

"Ninth Rank of Heavenly Grade?!"

Even Fan Luokui, who came from the Northern Ice Palace, couldn't help but be taken aback.

Heavenly-grade magic weapons are generally possessed by dominant forces like the Northern Ice Palace and the Lantian Empire, but they are definitely not numerous. After all, the next grade above Heavenly-grade is Saint-grade, and Saint-grade magic weapons are treasures that can be placed in one's own sect as the most precious treasures.

She did know that the current Palace Master of the Northern Ice Palace, Fang Qingzhu, possessed three Heavenly Grade Magic Artifacts. Although she had heard of them before, she had never actually come into contact with such high-level magic artifacts.

And now, this top-grade magic weapon—and the best of the top-grade magic weapons, a ninth-level top-grade magic weapon—is presented before him.

To be precise, it was being held in her hand.

"Does this knife... have a name?"

Fan Luo Kui held the knife as if she couldn't put it down, turning it over and over, gazing at the beautifully curved blade and the cherry-colored sunflower that seemed to proclaim the knife's owner to the world. The more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

With this knife, it will be even easier for me to chop up my third senior brother—no, wait!

Yun Ping gazed at the wisp of cold smoke slowly dissipating and shook his head: "This sword was only forged not long ago. That kid didn't tell me the name of this sword. He probably wanted you to name it yourself."

"Hmm..." Fan Luokui seemed to be very bad at this kind of thing, and threw the question to Yunping: "What do you think, teacher?"

Faced with this question, Yunping answered almost without hesitation:

"Let's call it Frostmourne."

Yu Chan, who was standing to the side, raised an eyebrow—why does this name sound familiar?

Fan Luokui, however, showed a somewhat subtle expression upon seeing this name.

Seeing her like this, it was clear that she didn't like the name of the weapon that symbolized the Lich King, so the old rogue pondered for a few seconds and then asked again.

"Then how about calling it 'Ice Horror'?"

Fan Luokui: "..."

"Then... is the tension due to the cold?"

"Or is it the anxiety of the cold?"

Jiang Yuetian nudged Yun Ping with his elbow, then coughed and said, "Teacher... be serious."

"I thought I was pretty serious..." Yun Ping scratched his head, carefully examining the magical artifact in Fan Luo Kui's hand: "I can't exactly call it Pink Bunny, can I?"

Ye Yuchan and Fan Luokui's pretty faces suddenly darkened. To be honest, they really didn't want to hear that terrible name again.

The mere mention of this pink bunny involuntarily reminded them of a certain foolish young man who walked onto the stage wearing a fool's mask...

In the end, Fan Luokui herself gave this magical artifact a rather decent name: "Let's call it Frost Sunflower."

"This name sounds much more reliable."

Ye Yuchan first expressed her appreciation for Fan Luokui's naming skills, while also preventing the old rogue from continuing to show off his simply terrifying naming art.

"Alright~ Anyway, it's your knife, you can name it whatever you want."

The old rogue helplessly spread his hands; actually, he had wanted to ask if he should name it Yama-no-Kami (Yama Blade)...

He turned around and focused his attention on a black-haired girl with a gloomy face, who looked like she was about to bite someone.

"Hey Ruoxue, are you ready?"

"Can I say no?"

Zhang Ruoxue's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth.

She glared fiercely at the old rogue, her expression as if she really wanted to devour Yunping: "So, why do you have to make me test the weapons again?! I was the one who tested the bow last time, why do you have to make me test the sword this time?!"

"Last time was an accident, but this time... your body is more robust, wouldn't it be better to use it for testing the knife?"

Yunping's words immediately aroused Ye Yuchan's dissatisfaction.

"Wait a minute, you old scoundrel! If we're talking about physical strength, shouldn't I be the most muscular? I'm a complete idiot now!"

Ye Yuchan, who proudly declared herself a "silly sculpture," seemed very confident in herself.

Yunping blinked, then slapped his forehead—oh right, how could he have forgotten about Ye Yuchan? That girl is now a real goofball!

And so—

A few seconds later.

Zhang Ruoxue looked at Ye Yuchan as if she were an idiot, while Ye Yuchan stood blankly in front of Fan Luokui, who was holding a knife, blinking her eyes in a daze.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Yunping picked at his ear, his expression completely calm: "Didn't you say that you're more robust, so you'll take Ruoxue's place to test the knife?"

Ye Yuchan was immediately stunned, thinking to herself, "Why did I have to be so cheeky?" She quickly retorted, "No, please... My cultivation is only barely at the peak of the Transformation Realm, while Junior Sister Luo Kui has already reached the Origin Realm, two realms above me. If she strikes me, I'll be gone!"

"It's just a test cut; I won't use any spiritual energy. I'll just make a few cuts to get a feel for it."

"What the hell?! Just cut it a little bit!!"

As soon as Ye Yuchan said those words, her legs trembled and she was about to make a quick getaway.

Before he could even run away, the old rogue casually cast a spell that froze him in place.

Yunping smiled kindly and spoke in a gentle tone, like warm sunshine: "It's alright, it won't hurt. It's just letting Luo Kui test the feel. Don't worry, it'll be over in a second."

"Why do you make it sound like I'm about to be beheaded?!" Ye Yuchan looked like she was about to cry: "I haven't even had my last meal yet!"

"Don't worry, it'll be over soon—"