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

"Hmm~" The little girl nodded her chin, pouted, and looked at Fan Luo Kui hesitantly: "Are you sure you don't need Yuan'er to protect Junior Sister Luo Kui?! Yuan'er is super~ amazing! No matter who comes, Yuan'er can help Junior Sister Luo Kui drive away the bad guys!"

"Ha ha……"

Fan Luokui chuckled twice. She knew that her senior sister Lin Yuan possessed considerable strength, but just like when facing Jiang Yuetian, she still didn't want to trouble Lin Yuan.

"Alright, it's getting late. Senior Sister Lin, Senior Brother Jiang, you should go back and rest."

"Um……"

Jiang Yuetian remained silent for a while before nodding.

Although they were still unsure about Fan Luo Kui's safety, they couldn't force her now that their junior sister Luo Kui had said so.

"Goodbye, Junior Sister Luo Kui~"

Goodbye, Senior Sister Lin.

After a brief farewell, Fan Luokui watched Jiang Yuetian and Lin Yuan leave until they were completely out of her sight before she looked away.

Turning around and stepping into the room, Fan Luokui seemed to remember what they had discussed earlier. After looking around and confirming that there were no suspicious figures, she slowly closed the door.

crunch--

The light in the room dimmed slightly.

Midnight was eerily quiet.

The cherry-haired girl gazed at the moonlight, which seeped through the cracks in the window like clear water, and slowly placed the magical artifact Frost Sunflower on the bedside. Then she took off her shoes, and gently raised her jade feet, which were not covered by any stockings.

She gently lifted the hem of her red and white skirt, revealing her snow-white thighs crossed on the soft bed—she slowly entered a state of cultivation.

Fan Luo Kui doesn't have the habit of sleeping at night. Although she occasionally falls asleep due to excessive fatigue, she usually doesn't want to waste her nighttime on sleep.

Cultivation was her choice.

It was also a necessary means for her to reach the path known as the successor of the Northern Ice Palace.

Moreover, her alertness is definitely higher during cultivation than when she is asleep. As mentioned before, she should be able to detect any disturbances.

To Fan Luo Kui's surprise, before she could even notice the strangeness around her, the black scabbard on the bedside table suddenly trembled twice.

"Ok?"

The sound immediately caught Fan Luo Kui's attention. She opened her eyes abruptly, and the surge of spiritual energy within her body abruptly stopped. She quickly pulled her smooth, shapely, fair legs off the bed, and her bare feet swiftly put on her shoes. She then gripped the scabbard.

This scabbard, once crafted by the Forging Saint, possesses the ability to discern the surrounding enemy situation. Whether it was during the attack by that strange dragon or the ambush within the territory of the Lantian Empire, the scabbard's range of detection was far wider than its own.

The moment she grasped the scabbard, she sensed the other person's location.

Unfortunately, it happened right in front of her!

A dark figure suddenly appeared in front of the window that should have been empty. Without any hesitation, Fan Luo Kui held the scabbard in her left hand and pressed the hilt of the sword with her right.

Draw the sword, cut through the air, feel the wind, and sheathe the sword.

Her swordsmanship had reached a level where ordinary cultivators couldn't even see the sword's movements clearly. At times, she could even see the sword light before hearing the sound of the sword.

But this time—

Ding!

The clanging of metal echoed, and Fan Luokui stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the silver blade that lay before Shuangkui.

And that familiar figure.

"Hey, hey, hey... This is practically murdering your own senior brother! If I hadn't reacted quickly, I might have been seriously injured."

Clothed in clothes that seemed to blend into the night, the blond youth named Jiang Shaoguang took off his black hood, then flipped his longsword in his right hand, throwing Fan Luokui's knife back.

A dim Tai Chi Bagua diagram still surrounded him, seemingly triggered by the fright he received from Fan Luo Kui's attack earlier...

"Third Senior Brother?"

Fan Luo Kui slowly sheathed her knife, feeling disappointed that her strike had been blocked, and looked at Jiang Shao Guang, who had appeared in front of her, with a puzzled expression: "Why are you here?"

Faced with such a blunt question, Jiang Shaoguang scratched his head awkwardly, leaned against the wall, and gave a rather forced smile.

"I couldn't sleep at night, so I thought I'd go out for a walk."

"Want to browse around?"

“Yes, look…” Jiang Shaoguang pointed to the bright moon in the night sky and smiled, “Isn’t the moonlight beautiful? Don’t you think so?”

Fan Luokui: "..."

She always felt that her third senior brother's brain might have been corrupted by their teacher.

Seeing Fan Luo Kui's expression as if she had a stomachache, Jiang Shaoguang chuckled twice, "I was just out for a stroll and happened to walk by here. Who would have thought you'd spot me here..."

"Really just browsing?"

Fan Luokui narrowed her eyes, clearly not believing Jiang Shaoguang's explanation.

"Of course, do I look like someone who's that busy?" Jiang Shaoguang chuckled. "It's normal for someone like me with so much free time to come out and stroll around, right?"

"Then why didn't you come to class this afternoon?"

Fan Luokui spoke up and questioned him.

—You should know that their Second Rank Sect has a practical training class in the afternoon. Originally, Fan Luokui was planning to find Jiang Shaoguang to be her partner so that she could legitimately beat... no, she should spar with Jiang Shaoguang.

"Uh..." Jiang Shaoguang's expression changed, and he chuckled awkwardly, "What else could it be... I stood him up~"

Why take a break?

"I wanted to cancel, so I did..." Jiang Shaoguang scratched his head, feeling a bit troubled. "It's no big deal, is it?"

—As expected of a pigeon spirit, pigeons don't need any reason at all.

Of course, Jiang Shaoguang actually witnessed that combat training session, which is why he slipped away beforehand...

He could have guessed with his toes that Fan Luokui would come looking for him!

"Um—"

Seeing that Fan Luokui seemed to want to say something, Jiang Shaoguang's expression changed slightly. He didn't give Fan Luokui a chance to stay and turned to leave.

"I'm leaving now, Junior Sister Luo Kui, you continue your cultivation~"

Fan Luokui: "..."

Jiang Shaoguang just left so suddenly.

Fan Luo Kui's lips twitched, and she couldn't help but think of how much Bai Yun hated her. She lowered her head, and in the moonlight, her beautiful face looked somewhat haggard.

Watching Jiang Shaoguang's departing figure, Fan Luokui fell into deep thought and couldn't help but murmur:

"Could it be... that the reason my third senior brother has always been unwilling to spar with me is..."

"Am I disliked?"

Fan Luo Kui, whose mind was filled with strange thoughts, was in a bad mood.

On the other side—

After moving a little away from Fan Luokui's house, Jiang Shaoguang took a deep breath and then pulled his hood up again.

He snapped his fingers lightly, and the Tai Chi formation that had been surrounding him suddenly emitted a white light.

The void before them seemed to be twisted into a vortex, and within this vortex, a vast amount of spiritual energy surged out rapidly. Accompanied by the appearance of two Tai Chi black and white array diagrams, two figures bound by more than a dozen spells also fell from within.

Both of them were female cultivators from the Three Heavens Academy, and both were disciples of the Two-Character Sect.

However, they were dressed in night clothes similar to Jiang Shaoguang's, and the magical weapons at their waists were all dagger-shaped. No matter how you looked at it, they seemed like assassins.

"Alright, my junior sister shouldn't notice anything now—"

Jiang Shaoguang smiled faintly, pointing the long sword at his waist at the two female cultivators who looked terrified.

To the two of them, that smile was a terrifying, demonic sight.

"Now... you should be able to tell me—"

"Who sent you to ambush my lovely junior sister?"

56. The person is still the same person; no matter where they go, what's meant to happen will happen.

That night.

The young man walking in the cold wind completely blended into the silent darkness. His black trench coat became his best means of concealment. Every step he took on the bricks was as silent as a feather treading on snow.

The young man's waist was surrounded by a faint magic array, which was enough to block the divine sense of cultivators in the Opening Yuan Realm and even the Nascent Soul Realm.

He walked slowly, step by step, without making a sound.

The bright moonlight slanted onto the black fabric of the hood. He turned his head slightly, looked at the round moon, which was as pure as a pool of still water, and yawned as if he were a little tired.

"This is so troublesome..."

He has always been someone who dislikes trouble.

Even when he was lazy in his cultivation, he would sometimes slack off. Even so, he still managed to reach the peak of the Kaiyuan Realm with his extraordinary talent for cultivation, and he was just one step away from breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm.

This is truly cruel for some cultivators who lack talent and can only remain at the Spirit Platform or even Profound Gate stages in their entire lives.

There's nothing we can do; people are born different, and no one can really explain talent.

Thinking of this, a touch of sadness involuntarily welled up in his eyes as he gazed at the bright moon—

If that girl hadn't been born into such a family, or if she had been born with a rebellious instinct and the courage to follow her own heart...

Is it possible that none of this will turn out that way?

……

He remained silent for a while, then yawned and looked away.

—This should be our leisure time.

However, the situation was already laid bare before him, like a beautiful woman with a graceful figure and alluring charm had stripped naked and was beckoning to him from the bed; it would be difficult for him not to comply.

Although this metaphor is rather unusual, the general meaning is similar.

He had considered simply handing this mess over to his teacher, but then he thought that his teacher was probably busy messing around with that chaotic Demon Abyss right now.

If this drags on any longer, who knows what kind of mess will happen?