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

When Fan Muyong saw that Yunping had declined the invitation to the position of dean, he panicked a little. He was determined to win back this powerful figure no matter what, otherwise he really didn't know who in the world could solve the problems of Cao Qingluo and the Abyss of the Demon Clan.

“No, if you’re not happy being the dean… how about I make room for you?” Fan Muyong quickly put on a fawning smile, afraid that his mentor would throw a tantrum like before. “This position is practically a sinecure. I don’t have many disciples at all. I just spend my days walking my birds and basking in the sun. You see…”

Fan Muyong knew his mentor's temper well. To be fair, he was quite gentle, but to be fair, when he got angry, he was completely inhuman.

Moreover, his temper is basically determined by his mood. If he's in a good mood, even if you point your finger at him and yell at him to his face, he'll still sit down with a smile and try to reason with you. Of course, if you're not reasonable, his mood will worsen, and who knows what will happen next.

Therefore, from beginning to end, Fan Muyong's expression when facing Yunping was only one of deep smiles.

Seeing the chubby boy clinging to him, Yun Ping immediately showed a disgusted expression and waved his hand at the boy: "Alright, alright, stop coming over there, you smell like meat..."

"Hehehe, it's because we have a good relationship... It's been a long time, I've missed you terribly."

"Keep flattering me." Yunping shook his head with a smile, then straightened his expression: "A position like dean is fine, just find me some position like head of teaching affairs and that's it. As for that matter you mentioned, don't worry, I'll go."

Fan Muyong's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. I was originally in charge of the matter of the Abyss of the Demon Clan, and now that Xiao Cao has disappeared, I can't just stand by and watch, can I?"

Fan Muyong's entire body trembled with excitement as he moved closer to Yun Ping: "You...you already know how to solve this?!"

Yunping pushed the chubby boy away, his face full of disgust: "Not yet, after all, I haven't seen that so-called door yet. Once I see it, I should know how to solve it."

"That's wonderful! With your help, this matter is settled!"

—Fan Muyong still hasn't changed his habit of flattery.

Looking at the chubby boy in front of him who looked almost exactly the same as before and hadn't changed much at all, Yunping couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

After all, he was his former disciple, and one of the first disciples of the Three-Day Academy...

I'll be back at the academy for three days this time; I might run into even more familiar faces.

"Well..." Fan Muyong's emotions gradually calmed down, and he then turned his gaze to his juniors—the disciples of Yuntian Academy: "Junior brothers and sisters... are you also going this time?"

Before Ye Yuchan and the others could answer the question, Yun Ping answered on their behalf—

"Sure, of course we'll go. It just so happens that our disciples have been idle for so long, they're practically growing mushrooms on their bodies."

These words resonated with Ye Yuchan, who was now excitedly preparing to visit the Three-Day Academy—and perhaps cause some trouble along the way.

"Oh, right—"

As if remembering something, Yunping suddenly revealed a wicked smile like a thug, staring at Fan Muyong with ill intent.

"Wh...what's wrong?" Fan Muyong knew that Yunping was about to say something unpleasant when his mentor looked at him with such familiar eyes.

—After all, I've been tricked by Yunping countless times before…

"It's okay, don't be so nervous. I just wanted to ask a question—"

Yunping glanced at Xiaolin Yuan standing beside him and asked with a smile.

"Does the academy provide meals during your three days of study?"

45. Premonition

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dark.

All I could see was darkness.

No, to be precise—it should be said that anyone can feel that consciousness can no longer reside in the body, and what remains is an endless, overwhelming fatigue and powerlessness.

He was almost completely immobilized.

Walking such a distance on foot must be pushing one's limits...

Will I die?

It must be.

No matter what angle you look at it from, or how you try to find other ways out, all you'll ever see is an endless, utter darkness.

They've reached a dead end...

Her legs had completely lost sensation, and she was only able to walk thanks to the last vestiges of her will. But this will could not last forever; instead, it was like a sliver of light in the pure darkness, barely illuminating the girl's pale yet pitiful face.

The fire is about to go out.

The flame of life has come to an end; it is already quite remarkable that this physical body has managed to get this far.

but--

but--

not enough.

It's not enough.

We still have to travel a distance; we haven't reached that place yet. Once we get there, the extinguished flames may reignite, and all things in extinction may awaken and revive from that terrifying darkness.

That is the road called "Hope".

They had to keep going, even if it meant exhausting all their strength, even if it meant draining their souls, letting blood pave the way, bones become the steps, flesh forge the throne of hope, and letting their withered will push the girl to the top of the darkness, to grasp that broken ray of light.

As long as there is hope, it will not be swallowed up by the darkness called despair.

Therefore, one must dedicate everything.

This is his broken will.

It was also his most tenacious will.

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……

"Hey, is anyone there? Someone come quick!"

I think I heard someone calling out in my ear.

Whether it was male or female, that vague consciousness, almost submerged in an ocean of nothingness, could no longer be heard.

He couldn't even hear the words anymore.

Is the other person speaking a human language? Or some other language?

Do not understand.

not understand.

Then came the sound of several disordered footsteps, which he could hear and feel because he was lying prone on the ground.

If it's a person, then it proves that everything he did has been rewarded.

Everything... until this moment, has seen the light at the end of the tunnel.

So, filled with longing and hope for the future, he slowly... or rather... closed his eyes with a smile, but helplessly.

"Hey, quickly lift this person up..."

—Someone is talking.

But the voices grew fainter and fainter...

Until... you can't hear anything anymore.

"Wait, put this person down! Everyone get out of here!!"

Qianxun Novel Free Transfer Group 255595300 "Pull that girl out, she hasn't been corrupted yet... Damn it, why would such an ancient demon suddenly appear here?!"

"Think of a way to notify the teachers of the First Rank Sect, and if that doesn't work, call the teachers of the Second Rank Sect as well..."

"I'm going to save that woman...you guys hold them off!"

I can't hear anything...

I can't feel it either.

His will completely vanished, but before he sank completely into that ocean of nothingness and darkness, he seemed to see the girl who had once depended on him for survival, her pure and sweet smile.

"Stars..."

You must survive.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Wild Heaven Realm.

On an inconspicuous mountain peak outside Jinglin City.

Inside the not-so-spacious courtyard, a young man dressed in white, with simple attire and even slightly disheveled hair, yawned and lazily scratched his head.

"You old scoundrel, are you even listening to me?"

Unsurprisingly, the person who made Yunping make that expression was a certain silver-haired, silly woman.

The young man in white, while holding Xiao Lin Yuan, glanced at Ye Yu Chan indifferently: "I'm listening, but I also said that you can't get your Little Heavenly Thunder Body back."

"What about all those martial arts techniques I painstakingly figured out...?" Ye Yuchan pouted, looking quite aggrieved. "I practiced for so long to control lightning! Now I can't even crackle it anymore!"

“What the hell is this…” When talking about this, Yunping had to bring up Zhang Ruoxue: “You didn’t act like this when you were the Fire Cloud Evil God in Thousand Ghost Forest. You could have controlled the Little Heavenly Thunder Body right away.”

Upon hearing Yun Ping bring up the terrifying dark history of the Fire Cloud Evil God again, Ye Yuchan's face immediately flushed red with anger: "You... anyway... anyway, you have to think of a way, I'm not used to not being able to control lightning right now."

"It's been so long, and you're only telling me this now?" Yun Ping looked at Ye Yuchan with some curiosity, his eyes full of suspicion: "You wouldn't be trying to take this opportunity to trick your master into giving you some magic artifacts, would you?"

"How could that be?!" Ye Yuchan put her hands on her hips, striking a righteous pose: "Am I that kind of person?"

With a deadpan look in his eyes, the old rogue seemed to see right through Ye Yuchan's thoughts: "Are you thinking that you'll soon be at the Three-Day Academy, and you'll probably start spending money extravagantly on local specialties and shopping, so you're using this trivial matter as an excuse to ask me for money?"

Ye Yuchan: "..."

What should I do if my teacher knows me too well? I need help urgently!

Seeing Ye Yuchan's smirking face, Yunping knew that his guess was pretty accurate.

However, giving Ye Yuchan a little pocket money to make her happy is not a bad thing. After all, the old rogue has a lot of money. Even if Ye Yuchan eats gold and drinks silver every day, it would be no problem for her to continue for hundreds of years.

But Yunping was genuinely worried that Ye Yuchan was obsessed with using money to prove her path, so he thought it best to keep a tight rein on her finances for the time being...