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

"That's true—"

Ye Yuchan had considered the possibility that Xiao Mei was the one who caused Duan Xingchen to lose his memory.

But demons are demons, and the demon race is the demon race. The demon race of today no longer possesses the bloodthirsty ferocity and chaos of the demons and ancient demons of millions of years ago. In a sense, they are just a race with a thin bloodline of demon-slaying.

She had seen demons before, so she knew that the twisted monsters were different from demons. Their scents were different, and besides, it was impossible for a demon to disguise itself as a demon.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Xiao Mei was proficient in the art of soul manipulation and deliberately erased Duan Xingchen's memories.

But why would she do that?

It's impossible that Xiao Mei is a yandere who has actually been secretly in love with Duan Xingchen, the Holy Maiden, for a long time, but couldn't be with her because of her status. That's why she erased Duan Xingchen's memory and then embarked on a yuri journey with her, right?

Ye Yuchan was somewhat impressed with herself for suddenly having this melodramatic plot pop into her head.

But upon closer reflection, this plot seems quite plausible!

Suddenly, Ye Yuchan was thinking of a poignant lesbian drama and was about to share it with Zhang Ruoxue when she noticed that Zhang Ruoxue had already gotten up and started walking towards the door.

"What's wrong, Ruoxue?"

Zhang Ruoxue turned around, chuckled, and shook the empty gourd in her hand: "Going to the cafeteria to get some wine~"

"The cafeteria?" Ye Yuchan found this somewhat unrealistic: "Wasn't it closed a long time ago?"

"It's okay, I can climb over the wall. I tried it a few days ago. With a little effort, I can jump over the array outside the cafeteria."

Ye Yuchan's expression immediately turned astonished: "Isn't this considered theft?"

Zhang Ruoxue didn't think so: "It shouldn't count, right? There's no difference between me getting the wine in the morning and getting it at night, it's just a matter of time~ Besides, the cafeteria is free... If I take something free, it's not stealing, is it?"

Ye Yuchan: "..."

For some reason, Ye Yuchan suddenly found herself unable to refute Zhang Ruoxue's words.

startled.

The things Zhang Ruoxue said were so stupid that I couldn't think of a rebuttal!

This is terrifying!

crunch--

Zhang Ruoxue pushed open the door, raised her head, glanced at the bright moon reflected in the sky, imagined the mellow aroma of the wine, and took a step forward.

And the instant his front foot touched the ground.

call out--

The sound of something cutting through the air.

The eyes, as blue as the clear sky, suddenly brightened, as if trying to pierce the pitch-black night.

The crimson-orange flame spear swept past the side of the sailor's skirt, bursting open like a delicate flower, before crashing to the ground and exploding with raging flames.

The silver-haired girl jumped up in surprise and looked at the black-haired girl who had leaped out of the smoke and dust of the explosion.

"Ruoxue?!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Yuchan caught a glimpse of an extremely dim shadow out of the corner of her eye, as if it had blended into the night. If one did not look closely, one would not be able to see that it was a short spear used for throwing.

Almost instinctively, she swiftly turned to the side, trying to dodge the sudden and extremely fast spear. However, she was still a little too slow, and the sharp spear still grazed her cheek.

boom!

The short spear pierced through the bed, then turned into starlight and disappeared completely.

—A short spear formed from pure spiritual energy...?

Ye Yuchan touched her cheek, which felt a tearing sensation. Although she had only been grazed by the short spear, her tender skin still felt an unbearable pain.

Although no wounds appeared, Ye Yuchan had to admit that the power of this spear was probably far beyond that of a cultivator at the peak of their cultivation.

who is it?

The smoke and dust outside quietly dissipated. Inside the house, Zhang Ruoxue and Ye Yuchan exchanged a glance. Without hesitation, Zhang Ruoxue rushed out the door, while Ye Yuchan nimbly climbed over the window and came outside with her.

But as soon as the two of them stepped out of the door, a crimson magic circle suddenly rose up beneath their feet, as if it had been set up in advance, and immediately enveloped the two of them.

Before Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue could react, a rapid spatial shift nearly caused them to lose their balance at the same time.

Once your steps and body have stabilized—

"here it is……"

Ye Yuchan discovered that the surrounding scenery was no longer the familiar courtyard.

On the desolate gray plain, there was almost no trace of any living creature. The sky was still the same sky, but the ground beneath our feet had become a dead wasteland.

Looking around, the two of them seemed to be in the very middle of the desert.

A teleportation array?

Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue exchanged a glance, and just as they were about to say something—

A sense of crisis swept over me once again.

They all turned their gazes toward a figure behind them.

She was blurry and indistinct, as if she were wearing a blood-red garment, but for some reason, Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue could not see her figure clearly at all, and could only vaguely judge from the outline that she was a woman.

Aura – I can't sense it.

It was as if it had been deliberately blocked.

Ye Yuchan narrowed her eyes, her right hand discreetly placed behind her back, ready to summon her magical artifact. At the same time, she asked sharply, "Who are you?"

The blurry figure did not answer her question.

He just stood there quietly, doing nothing.

This eerie scene involuntarily reminded Ye Yuchan of the woman who had once appeared before her—

Ye Xuanqiu.

But it was clear that the person in front of them was not Ye Xuanqiu; the aura emanating from that woman was tens of thousands of times more dangerous than that of the person in front of them.

Ye Yuchan knew this all too well.

"Hey!"

Seeing that the person did not respond, Zhang Ruoxue immediately activated her spiritual energy. The magical arm armor on her forearm suddenly burst into flames, and the bandage wrapped around her right hand was burned to ashes, revealing her frost arm made of ten thousand years of ice.

A blurry figure was reflected in the center of her sharp eyes, and Zhang Ruoxue's tone was heavy and undeniable: "Who exactly are you? Did you bring us here?"

"..."

There was still no reply.

This time, however, the figure moved.

She gently raised what appeared to be an arm, and in the next instant, it seemed as if endless spiritual energy surged forth from her palm.

"!!!"

Ye Yuchan felt her body lighten, and then it was as if her own gravity had been shifted to the direction of the figure, and she was uncontrollably flying towards that figure.

Everything happened so fast that by the time Ye Yuchan could react, the blurry hand was already in front of her, less than half a meter away, and the other party could touch her.

Although she didn't know what would happen next, Ye Yuchan didn't think being dragged in front of the other person was a good thing. She subconsciously tried to struggle, but with her feet in the air, she had almost no way to escape this terrible suction force.

But the azure flames appeared out of nowhere.

A deep blue flame burned from every orifice of her body. The black-haired girl's deep blue eyes flashed with annoyance. She instantly stepped forward, grabbed Ye Yuchan's arm, and turned to deliver a whip kick to the figure.

However, the opponent seemed to completely disregard Zhang Ruoxue and chose to take the whip kick head-on.

boom!

The moonlight shines down on me.

The girl bathed in the bright moonlight possessed power that had already surpassed the peak of the Transformation Stage. The moment her leg struck the figure, it triggered a terrifying air explosion.

Even the figure who took Zhang Ruoxue's blow seemed to have underestimated Zhang Ruoxue's strength, and was kicked sideways for more than ten meters before barely coming to a stop.

Ye Yuchan, now freed from the effects of gravity, once again enjoyed the feeling of her feet touching the ground.

"Thank you Ruoxue——"

"fine."

Zhang Ruoxue slowly released Ye Yuchan's hand and turned to look with her at the blurry, unharmed figure in the distance.

A subtle, bitter smile flashed across her face.

"More importantly—let's think of a way to deal with this person first..."

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.

Recently, many readers have raised the issue of water...

I think my rhythm might be a little off, and I haven't been feeling too well lately...

Updates might be a little inconsistent these next few days—I need to rethink the pacing...

It might indeed be a bit too slow...

66. Sisters united, they broke the steel bar.

The blurry figure projected what seemed to be a gaze onto Zhang Ruoxue, staring at her for a while as if quite puzzled, while at the same time shaking the arm that had blocked Zhang Ruoxue's leg with some confusion.

Although she appeared unharmed, Zhang Ruoxue's powerful blow had clearly left a deep impression on her.

Zhang Ruoxue stared intently at the figure that was imperceptible to the naked eye. Her arms were surrounded by ghostly flames, and the powerful spiritual energy on her arm armor, which emitted a blue luster, surged like a raging fire.

"I'll ask you one more time—who are you? And why did you bring us here?"

answer--

Still nothing.

The figure didn't even bother to speak; the face, seemingly hidden behind a curtain, remained completely expressionless.

Faced with Zhang Ruoxue's question, she had no intention of answering, but instead silently raised her hand.

The reverse vortex tore through the void, and the terrifying suction force once again emanated from her palm, transforming into countless invisible threads that rapidly wrapped around Zhang Ruoxue's limbs.