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

That's an incredible amount of food...

"To be honest, I'm not entirely sure either..." Yun Ping gasped, his gaze towards Yuan'er becoming somewhat unusual. "I think it's probably not because of puberty..."

"That can't be right..." Ye Yuchan also thought it made sense: "I've never heard of anyone being able to eat more than ten bowls of rice during puberty. Senior Sister Yuan'er can't possibly grow into a barrel, can she..."

……

Everyone looked up and briefly imagined the scene.

The petite and adorable Yuan'er suddenly transformed into a 1.5-meter-tall, 150-kilogram round Yuan'er—looking like a sphere—and then trotted over to call out to her senior brother (junior sister).

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but shudder.

This is absolutely terrifying!

"Hmm... let me see..."

The old rogue rubbed his chin, and several sharp beams of light shot out from his dark eyes, piercing through Lin Yuan's petite and fragile body and penetrating deep into her soul.

He was trying to find something—but no matter how you looked at it, there was nothing wrong with Yuan'er's soul and her flesh and blood.

but--

Yunping discovered that the food Yuan'er ate was converted into spiritual essence and some energy at an extremely fast speed. Logically speaking, such a digestion speed was really a bit strange.

If that were all, it would be fine, but a portion of the transformed spiritual energy inexplicably disappeared, as if it had been expelled from Yuan'er's body.

However, he did not sense any expelled spiritual energy surrounding Yuan'er. If even he could not sense it, then it meant that no spiritual energy had been expelled from her body.

If that's the case, then these spiritual essences...

Where did they go?

Almost subconsciously, Yunping thought of the double pupil in Yuan'er's right eye.

Could it be that Chongtong absorbed the spiritual energy within Yuan'er's body?

This thing can evolve?!

"teacher?"

Yuan'er's curious little eyes brought Yunping back from his thoughts.

He smiled, reached out, and gently rubbed Yuan'er's little head.

"It's alright, it's alright, Yuan'er, you can continue eating..."

"No need~ Yuan'er is already full!" Lin Yuan patted her bulging little belly with satisfaction, revealing a pure and contented smile: "I ate so much today~ I feel like I ate a little more than before!"

—With this amount of food, it doesn't seem like "a little" at all, does it?!

The crowd looked at each other, their faces showing confusion and helplessness.

Ultimately, all these gazes turned into questions—and were cast upon Yunping.

As the dean of Yuntian Academy and the person with the most knowledge in the room, Yunping naturally became the best choice for the disciples to satisfy their curiosity.

The old rogue helplessly spread his hands: "Even I don't know the details. We'll probably have to go to the Northern Ice Palace to find out the specifics. Until then..."

He looked at Jiang Yuetian with a serious expression, as if he were entrusting an important matter to his disciple: "Little Jiang, I'm leaving Yuan'er's appetite problem to you!"

Jiang Yuetian's expression suddenly changed. As the cook at Yuntian Academy, cooking for so many people was already a very tiring task, and now they had to add the gluttonous Lin Yuan to the mix...

This is unbearable!

However, there wasn't much else to do at the moment. Jiang Yuetian would have to figure out a solution for the food problem himself—after all, there was no food delivery service in this wretched world...

Having finished giving instructions at the dinner table, Yunping pondered for a moment whether there was anything he had forgotten. After confirming that everything was in order, he stood up and stretched.

"Alright, that's enough for today. You can all go back to your cultivation or whatever you're doing. I'm getting ready to go to sleep too."

He yawned; for some reason, the old rogue always looked like he hadn't woken up yet.

According to him, he once slept for nearly a million years. It wasn't that he wasn't getting enough sleep, but rather that sleeping had become a habit. Even when he was full of energy, he would subconsciously want to lie down...

Ye Yuchan had also heard Yunping say that he felt a sense of familiarity and homeiness when he saw a coffin.

On the other side—

Upon hearing Yun Ping say, "Go do what you're supposed to do," Fan Luokui seemed to receive an order and sprang up from the stool. Her left hand pressed against the dark scabbard, her right hand gripped the hilt of the magic weapon Frost Sunflower tightly, and her eyes shot out beams of light, directly towards Jiang Shaoguang in front of her.

"Third senior brother, would you be free to practice your knife with me?"

Her expression remained as still and lifeless as ever, but this time, a hint of anticipation flickered in her eyes.

—The expectation of using the new magical weapon to kill people.

Jiang Shaoguang shuddered suddenly, quickly pulled up his hood, and took several steps back with lightning speed, waving his hands hastily: "Um, Junior Sister Luo Kui, your senior brother has important matters to attend to right now, I don't have time..."

"It's alright. I was just going through the motions when I asked if my senior brother was free. It doesn't matter whether he's available today or not—"

"They all have to come with me~"

No sooner had Fan Luokui finished speaking than she darted away.

But Jiang Shaoguang was no pushover. Stepping on the Tai Chi formation, he began his escape once again.

"Awoo..."

Seeing this familiar scene, Ye Yuchan was already used to it. She silently yawned and said, "I'm going to sleep... To be honest, I still feel a little cold."

—Because it was previously made into an ice sculpture.

Zhang Ruoxue looked up at the bright moon hanging in the dark night sky, glanced at the wine that was not yet finished on the table, and said with a slight blush, "I will rest for a while and then practice my boxing later."

Meanwhile, Jiang Yuetian quietly transformed into a stay-at-home husband—starting to tidy up the somewhat messy dining table that had been swept up by everyone.

Just when everyone thought it would be another ordinary day—

Boom boom boom!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang stopped at the same time, Ye Yuchan slowly turned around, and Zhang Ruoxue and Jiang Yuetian stopped what they were doing.

Even Yunping, who was planning to take Lin Yuan back to tell her a bedtime story, looked toward the door where the knocking had started.

Who arrived at this time?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the other party gave him a reply.

"Li Xuangang of the Three-Day Academy... requests an audience with the Dean of the Cloud Sky Academy."

43. Undercurrent

Three days at the academy.

To be honest, the old rogue never expected that people from the Three Days Academy would suddenly come knocking on his door.

If it's Cao Qingluo, he can understand it. After all, they had fought once at the Emperor's Pavilion. With Cao Qingluo's saint-level eyesight, he should be able to see Yun Ping's identity, so it's not impossible that he came looking for him.

But to everyone's surprise, it wasn't Cao Qingluo who came this time.

There were only two people who came to Yuntian Academy. They were naturally from the Three Heavens Academy, and the Taoist robes they wore showed that they came from one of the most special sects in the three heavenly domains.

The two people who came first were faces that Yun Ping recognized somewhat.

Standing in the center of the front yard, on the left, the white-bearded old man bowed respectfully to Yun Ping, his face full of humility, like a subject meeting an emperor. He clasped his hands, bent over, and dared not even raise his eyes.

Yun Ping vaguely remembered this person; his name was Li Xuangang.

He had made an appearance in the Duan family compound before, but as soon as he came out, he recognized Yun Ping as the one who had caused a ruckus at the Emperor's Pavilion, so he turned around and slapped his old friend Duan Duxiu away.

He didn't say much afterwards, he just knelt quietly.

Unfortunately, he didn't have the guts or the ability to speak to Yunping on equal terms.

Yunping was even more familiar with the other person on the right.

He was a fat man.

He was certainly not tall, even somewhat short, with a large, fat belly. When he stood up, he couldn't even see the tips of his shoes. His face was as round as a pancake, with some freckles on his cheeks. Coupled with his greasy skin and narrowed eyes, he really looked like a pancake on top of a wine barrel.

If Yun Ping's expression when looking at Li Xuangang was merely a normal scrutiny, then his expression when looking at this fat man had a certain warmth to it.

Of course, the disciples of Yuntian Academy, who were standing in a line, were even more curious about what these two distinguished guests had come here for.

"What do you mean? What is the vice dean of the Three-Day Academy doing in my little courtyard so late at night?"

Yunping didn't care about so-called image and etiquette. He simply sat in the chair, crossed his legs, and acted like a gang leader. He didn't have any special reaction to the two guests from the Three Heavens Academy who should have been VIPs.

After all, he used to run this shabby school.

Upon hearing Yun Ping's sarcastic remark, the fat man immediately wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, and couldn't help but force a smile, saying, "No... it's just that we haven't seen each other in a long time, so I came to see you~"

"Come on, stop flattering me." The old rogue waved his hand with a smile. "I know you, little fatty. You've got some trouble again, haven't you?"

"hey-hey……"

As the vice dean of the Three Heavens Academy, he wields the greatest influence in the entire academy besides the dean, Cao Qingluo. Moreover, his cultivation has already reached the peak of the Void Realm. If it weren't for his congenital defect, he would probably have already stepped into the realm of a saint by now.

Yet even such a person could only scratch his head and chuckle foolishly before Yun Ping: "You know so much more. After all these years, you still understand me best! No one knows me better than you. These words are truly well said!"

Yunping rolled his eyes, thinking to himself that this chubby guy still had that greasy tone.

Before he could say anything, he heard Xiao Yuchan, who couldn't contain her curiosity, whisper, "You old rogue... do you know this guy?"

"Ah."

Yunping nodded, then waved to the fat man.

Upon seeing this scene, the fat vice dean immediately came to Yunping's side, his expression a mixture of flattery and respect. Despite his bulky figure, he still bowed and swayed in greeting.

Although it must be admitted that his obese figure made the gesture of bowing somewhat comical, Ye Yuchan and the others did not dare to laugh, considering the other party's status.

What surprised the disciples of Yuntian Academy even more was that the old rogue reached out, patted the other person on the shoulder, turned around with a smile, and said to Ye Yuchan and the others, "Well, let's get acquainted. This is Fan Muyong. He can be considered your senior brother for now, but he has already graduated and is no longer under my jurisdiction."

"No...no way!" Fan Muyong's fat jiggled, his narrowed eyes widened in fright, his pupils filled with panic: "A teacher for a day is a father for life. You are my second parents, someone who has done me a great favor. If you say one, I'll tear every word in my dictionary that has the word two in it! As long as you want to manage things, I, Fan Muyong, will definitely listen to you..."

Tsk tsk tsk, what a flattering move...

Ye Yuchan's gaze towards Fatty Fan became somewhat subtle, but upon closer reflection, it seemed that most people would react this way if they knew that Yun Ping was Emperor Wen.

So, is it really appropriate for me to be jumping around in front of that old rogue all the time?

Looking at Fan Muyong, Ye Yuchan began to wonder if her approach to flirting with men had gone slightly astray.