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

"There's nothing we can do about it—"

Xiao Mei smiled and spread her hands, not refuting Yun Ping and the others' statements. She patted Han Wuhe's shoulder, who had a blank expression, and gently sniffed her unique scent: "It's because the Three-Day Academy doesn't accept demon disciples, otherwise, we wouldn't have gone to such lengths to sneak in."

indeed--

Ye Yuchan had previously heard from others that Xiao Mei and Xiao Hua were bloodline contracted magical pets that Han Wu had brought back after going out. Thinking about it, she must have been bewitched at that time.

So, the planning started months ago?

Looking at the terrifying Demonic Gate ahead, Jiang Yuetian couldn't help but ask again.

"Then—why would they go to such lengths to infiltrate the Three Heavens Academy...?"

"Because of Duan Xingchen."

Yun Ping's words startled all the disciples of Yun Tian Academy.

Xiao Mei's smile slowly crumbled, turning into a chilling aura as she stared at Yun Ping with extreme vigilance.

Her bewildered eyes seemed to be wondering how Yunping knew about this.

The young man in white scrutinized Duan Xingchen, whose body was slowly being swallowed and eroded by the mud, a barely perceptible glint in his eyes: "Do you still remember when we went to that fat and thin gambling den, Duan Xingchen asked her questions and then hurriedly returned to the Holy Feather Sect?"

"I... I remember."

"Don't you find it strange?" Yun Ping asked Ye Yuchan in return, "Why would she rush back to the Holy Feather Sect in such a hurry?"

"A few days ago, instead of staying at the Three-Day Academy, I went to the Fat and Thin Gambling House, chatted with the owner, and casually asked Duan Xingchen about the question he had raised back then—"

"Her question was very simple—she wanted to know about her origins."

"This is also why these two demons have their eyes on Duan Xingchen."

Yunping looked at Duan Xingchen again, but this time, his eyes were filled with pity and sympathy.

"I'm afraid no one could have imagined that Duan Xingchen of the former Holy Feather Sect, the Holy Maiden with a Holy Body, had something inside her body—"

"Yet it flows with the blood of an ancient demon."

78. Do you remember who you are?

The saintess has the blood of an ancient demon flowing through her veins.

The Holy Feather Sect was a faction dedicated to upholding justice and eliminating demons, and its Holy Maiden was supreme, symbolizing a pure and holy being. Although the Holy Feather Sect no longer exists, no one would imagine that this Holy Maiden, second only to the sect leader and a symbol of divinity—

They were actually descendants of ancient demons.

If these words hadn't come from Yun Ping's mouth, Ye Yuchan would have truly thought this was utter nonsense.

"Duan Xingchen...she is a descendant of an ancient demon..."

The silver-haired girl stared blankly at Duan Xingchen, who was bound by shackles and was hanging in mid-air, his brows furrowed, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, and his expression one of extreme pain.

Her lower body was being corroded by the mud. Ye Yuchan didn't know what it felt like, but she could tell more or less that Duan Xingchen was being tormented by endless pain.

"As expected of you—"

With alluring steps and a charming smile, Xiao Mei approached Duan Xingchen, her snow-white fingers caressing his face wantonly.

She seemed quite satisfied, enjoying the smooth touch.

“Our demon race has been searching for the descendants of ancient demons for hundreds of years, until a few months ago, when I learned in that gambling den that the only living descendant of an ancient demon in the world.”

"I never expected it to be the Holy Maiden of the Holy Feather Sect with her sacred body. I was quite startled when I learned of this."

Xiao Mei covered her mouth and chuckled, looking at Duan Xingchen with a smug expression. She couldn't help but sigh, "However, the Holy Maiden is just one of her identities. The blood of the ancient demon still flows in her veins. As long as this fact remains unchanged, she will always be a demon and can never become human."

What are you going to do to her?

Zhang Ruoxue stared at Xiao Mei, a nameless rage rising within her making her want to rush up and punch her.

However, Xiao Mei still holds Cao Qingluo, a key figure, in her hands, not to mention that Duan Xingchen's life is still in their hands.

Zhang Ruoxue knew that now was not the time to act impulsively.

The one who answered Zhang Ruoxue's question was the young man in white standing in front of the disciples.

"The blood of the ancient demon... This is what the ancient demon needs when it is born."

Yun Ping looked around at the eight blood-red, towering demonic pillars, his eyes darkening slightly, and a chill emanating from his brows.

When he looked at Xiao Mei again, his eyes were no longer filled with sorrow or joy. His cold, ruthless pupils were like the eyes of death, staring at Xiao Mei.

He spoke, but without any intonation.

"You want to summon those eight ancient demons."

The eight ancient demons, whose abilities were comparable to those of a half-immortal, still caused him considerable trouble when he was the Martial Emperor a million years ago.

If Xiao Mei were to actually summon eight ancient demons through the Demonic Evil Sect, the academy would be truly doomed for at least the next three days.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Mei burst into laughter, "As expected of you, you even know about the existence of the ancient demons..."

As she spoke, her smile gradually faded, and Ying Xiangyunping's eyes became exceptionally wary.

"That sir was right after all. Your identity is truly beyond the comprehension of us juniors."

That sir?

Xiao Mei mentioned a character who is very worthy of attention more than once.

Yunping naturally focused his attention on that person as well.

"Who...is the person you're talking about?"

"As expected, he still asked." Xiao Mei didn't show any surprise, indicating that she had already anticipated Yun Ping's question. "That lord said that you know her name better than anyone else."

……

A sudden gust of cold wind swept around the young man in the white shirt.

Unlike the dark currents that swept through the world when the Demonic Sect appeared, the wind surrounding Yun Ping was like a wind of death.

The wind could stir the hair of Ye Yuchan and the others, and it could rustle Xiao Mei's clothes, but it couldn't stir the calm, unwavering eyes of the young man in white.

His black eyes were like a pool of cold, dark water, and no one could see what was hidden inside. If anyone even had the slightest thought of trying to see clearly, their soul would feel as if it were being torn apart.

In an instant—

The dark circular platform beneath everyone's feet collapsed, revealing countless cracks that spread rapidly outwards from Yunping's center.

He stood quietly, staring at Xiao Mei.

"Where is that woman who calls herself Ye Xuanqiu now?"

This is not a question.

Xiao Mei could clearly sense that it was not a question.

It is a command.

A command that nothing in the world, and even the great Dao of this universe, can defy.

She almost instinctively wanted to answer; it was an instinct, a survival instinct.

Because her instincts told her that if she didn't answer, she would be plunged into an endless, bottomless hell.

But just as she was about to vomit out a certain spot due to an irresistible instinct, a chill that swept over her soul made her shiver all over.

This moment.

Just at this moment.

She felt as if there was a pair of eyes watching her from behind...

From the back to the shoulders, then from the shoulders to the back of the head, then to the arms, the waist, the thighs, and the heels...

Those eyes... were looking at her.

Watching her every move, watching her pounding heart, watching her vibrant spiritual root, watching her demonic core, watching her soul enveloped by the chill.

He just kept staring at her from behind.

She knew she couldn't say it.

Amidst endless panic and fear, Xiao Mei gritted her teeth, cold sweat dripping down her face, grabbed Duan Xingchen by the neck, and glared fiercely at Yun Ping.

"Don't even think about trying to distract me with those words. If I have a single thought, Duan Xingchen will be dead for sure!"

Yunping's expression didn't change at all; no emotion ever showed on his face.

His cold, lifeless eyes seemed to have a huge "death" etched into them.

"Duan Xingchen has not yet fallen into demonic possession. You will not kill her if you cannot obtain the blood of the ancient demon."

"And then there's Cao Qingluo. That lord himself said that the dean of the Three Heavens Academy is one of your disciples..."

Xiao Mei laughed somewhat maniacally, trying to calm her restless and agitated heart.

"You wouldn't abandon him, would you? This is in front of your other disciples. I don't believe you have the guts to gamble with Cao Qingluo's life!!"

Yunping did not answer.

Because Xiao Mei's words contained no errors.

He certainly didn't dare gamble with Cao Qingluo's life. Xiao Mei was clearly still wary of him suddenly making a move. Whether it was Duan Xingchen or Cao Qingluo, Yun Ping couldn't be lost.

Seeing that Yunping remained silent, Xiao Mei's smile grew even more maniacal.

She pointed at Yunping and said loudly.

"You really didn't dare! You really didn't dare!"

She stepped on Cao Qingluo, who was barely breathing and on the verge of death, and with a smirk, she turned to look at Duan Xingchen, who was already writhing beside her.

At this moment, the black mud on Duan Xingchen's body had climbed up her chest and was beginning to move towards her neck.

"Ugh—ah..."

Duan Xingchen seemed to be in extreme pain, letting out a particularly painful groan.

She began to fidget uneasily, as if she too was aware of the abyss she was about to fall into.

"Come on, come on..."

Xiao Mei looked at Duan Xingchen with delight, unable to hide her joy, and leaned closer, pinching Duan Xingchen's chin and lifting her downcast head.