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

Actually, Ye Yuchan wasn't quite sure either.

Jiang Shaoguang's expression darkened, and just as he was about to say something—

A pale golden bamboo scroll suddenly appeared in the void before the two of them. On the slowly unfurling scroll, characters shimmering with a faint golden light were scrolling rapidly.

In fact, not only them, but all the disciples of the Three Heavens Academy around them saw such a bamboo scroll appear before their eyes.

All students of the Three-Day Academy are requested to proceed to Emperor Wen's Terrace.

Emperor Wen's Terrace?

Ye Yuchan remembered that it seemed to be an open space where a statue of Emperor Wen was enshrined, and it was indeed a suitable place for gatherings.

Jiang Shaoguang was not surprised by this:

"It should be the usual time for the dean to speak. I've heard it from others. Before the academy's grand festival every three days, the dean always gives a speech."

"The so-called leadership speaking time..." Ye Yuchan naturally understood what Jiang Shaoguang was talking about, and immediately lowered her head, sighing reluctantly, "Sure enough, no matter where you go, this kind of thing is unavoidable."

She still remembers those three lies that could never come true—

I'll just say a few words.

[get out of class will end after explaining this problem]

I'll treat you to dinner another day.

This time, logically speaking, it should be the first point – the leader's speech [Let me just say a few words].

However—this speech far exceeded Ye Yuchan's expectations.

……

When all the disciples of the Three Heavens Academy gathered at the Emperor Wen's Platform, the thin, hunched old man walked lazily up the red-carpeted platform with a face full of reluctance.

Everyone in the audience knew who this person was.

Cao Qingluo, the sage and headmaster of the Three-Day Academy.

In the Extreme Heaven Domain, he was someone whose mere stomp could shake even the most powerful families.

Behind him stood the statue of Emperor Wen, Xuan Lei, a once peerless and unparalleled immortal. Even after hundreds of years, the statue still exuded an aura of dominance that no one could desecrate. Those with low cultivation levels did not even have the right to look directly at the statue.

Standing on the Emperor Wen's Platform, a dignified-looking old man with a white beard stroked his beard and stood at the edge of the platform.

Below the stage were a vast sea of ​​disciples from the Three-Day Academy. Everyone present admired and respected this old man, for he was Emperor Wen Xuan Lei's personal disciple and also the dean of the Three-Day Academy.

"Cough cough..."

He cleared his throat, but his voice was as deep and resonant as a bell.

Fan Muyong, standing beside the Wendi Terrace, took a deep breath, his plump body trembling slightly. He nervously stared at Cao Qingluo on the stage, his anxiety impossible to conceal.

Because what others don't know is that Cao Qingluo at this moment... is not the real person.

The audience—

At this moment, a wise man surnamed Chen, dressed in snow-white bubbles, wearing bright red lipstick and a light blue wig, solemnly addressed the disciples of the Three Heavens Academy beside him:

"Believe it or not, the first thing the Dean will say later will be, 'All of you who have come here today are disciples of my Three Heavens Academy. If Emperor Wen were alive today, he would be extremely pleased to see such a magnificent sight.' Then he will stroke his beard and laugh heartily."

"real or fake?"

One of the freshmen from the First Rank glanced at him: "Senior Chen, are you so sure?"

"Of course!" Chen Zhizhe proudly puffed out his chest, which was stuffed with two apples, and said with pride, "I've been in this sect for ten years, and I've been to the academy's grand ceremony twice in a row. How could I not know the dean's usual opening remarks?"

"Ten years?" The freshman looked surprised, then asked sarcastically, "You've been here for ten years, and you're still stuck in the First Rank Sect?"

Chen Zhizhe was immediately speechless, and grabbed the boy by the neck: "What, do you call this loyalty to the academy?"

The other person rolled their eyes and laughed, "If the dean doesn't start like this later, you'll be in an awkward situation."

"Impossible~" Chen Zhizhe grinned: "The Dean is very meticulous in his words. This opening always has a good effect and he won't change it."

"What if they didn't say?"

"Then I'll do a handstand when I go up to dance later!"

Chen Zhizhe was very confident in himself.

now--

Standing on the stage, under the spotlight, Cao Qingluo—or rather, Yunping—silently raised his head, looked down at the vast number of disciples from the Three Heavens Academy, and pondered for a moment.

He opened his mouth, about to utter his prepared lines, when he suddenly paused.

A hint of doubt flashed across his face—

Huh? What was I going to say?

The old rogue suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have seen the lines Fan Muyong had prepared for him in advance.

In that case...

He coughed twice, then slowly began to speak.

"Hey, have you guys eaten yet?"

……

What?

The scene fell into a deathly silence.

Seeing that no one responded at all, Yunping asked again, "I'm asking you a question, what's wrong, are you all mute? Have you eaten yet?"

When questioned in this way by the sage Cao Qingluo, the disciples below the stage trembled and then shook their heads in unison.

Meanwhile, the wise man Chen turned pale under several sharp gazes.

—No, Dean, why are you messing with me?!

Where's the usual opening line?

Where's the solemn, serious, and exciting stuff I was promised?

What does it mean when you ask me, "Have you eaten yet?"

This isn't over yet. Yunping had just finished asking the question, but now he was speechless again.

He was silent for a few seconds, then with a flick of his hand, he said as if nothing had happened:

"Oh, you haven't eaten... You must be hungry, right? If you're hungry, then let's disperse. Those who want to eat bamboo rats can eat bamboo rats, those who want to drink tea or wine can drink tea or wine, just... go do whatever you're supposed to do."

After saying this, he simply waved his hand and made a move to leave the stage.

Seeing his actions, Ye Yuchan, sitting in the audience, smirked and patted Zhang Ruoxue beside her.

"Ruoxue, isn't that old rogue on stage in disguise?"

Zhang Ruoxue was silent for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement: "I think so."

Meanwhile, Jiang Yuetian, who was holding Lin Yuan's small hand, also had a strange expression: "This dean... was he secretly transformed by the teacher?"

"Yes, I think so too."

Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang nodded in agreement.

—That's why they say these people were raised by Yunping. You can tell just by looking at Cao Qingluo's character, his tone, and the way he swaggers around like he's asking for a beating...

He's the epitome of a scoundrel.

But others don't know that!

Fan Muyong hurriedly stopped Yun Ping, who even retorted confidently, "What's wrong? Wasn't it over?"

"No, didn't you see the lines I gave you, sir?" Fan Muyong was almost in tears. What kind of situation was this...?

Yunping scratched his head, then remembered: "I think I used that thing to prop up the table legs... The wood in your office is no good, it broke after a few days."

"Then at least go up and announce the start of the grand festival!!"

"So troublesome..."

The old rogue sighed, and then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, stepped onto the Wendi Terrace once again.

This time, however, he was slightly more serious.

Standing before all the disciples of the Three Heavens Academy once more, he cleared his throat and then announced loudly:

"Then, I declare—"

"The Three-Day Grand Festival of the Academy—Officially Opens!"

……

"Opening Ceremony".

In the pitch-black abyss.

The woman smiled with satisfaction as she watched the girl being swallowed by darkness.

72. Was this considered a first kiss?

The academy's grand ceremony, held every five years, lasts for three days.

The so-called grand ceremony is to worship the founder of the academy, the True Immortal Emperor Wen Lei, and at the same time, to worship the profound and mysterious Great Dao of Literature among the three thousand Great Daos of Heaven and Earth.

Such grand sacrifices should, in principle, be performed with utmost restraint, and the offerings, being gifts of worship, should at least be done with solemnity and reverence.

However, as time went on, this grand ceremony to worship Emperor Wen, Xuan Lei, and Wen Dao seemed to have started to come up with more and more variations.

The disciples in the Three-Day Academy are all restless people. Every five years, they come here to be so serious that they can hardly speak properly. They kneel and kowtow three times and nine times before the statue of Emperor Wen. Who can stand that?

As a result, more and more students began to spontaneously contribute wonderful performances to this grand ceremony.

Each time they held a grand ceremony, the things they came up with were almost never the same. At first, some teachers even stepped forward to reprimand and stop them, saying that they were disregarding human ethics, acting recklessly, and not knowing what etiquette was!

He dragged out those disciples who liked to cause trouble at the grand ceremony and gave them a thorough dressing-down. He almost beat them so badly they couldn't get out of bed.

The results of it?

Driven by curiosity, I couldn't resist secretly participating in an activity organized by the disciples...

Hey, you know what, this thing is fucking fun!