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

"Speaking of which, there's something else I need to tell you, teacher..."

"Is there anything else?"

Having snapped out of his reverie about Ye Xuanqiu's mess, Yunping asked Cao Qingluo with some impatience.

He didn't want to get involved in the Three-Day Academy's affairs anymore. Although this incident had caused quite a stir, it had little to do with him.

—Of course, it's also possible that the woman was after him, which is why she orchestrated this whole thing.

However, Yunping would never do something like taking the blame upon himself; otherwise, Cao Qingluo would definitely have kept him at the Three-Day Academy.

"It's really not a big deal..."

Cao Qingluo glanced back at the tightly closed door and slowly said something.

"Come in."

The person outside did not answer, but slowly pushed the door open and then stood in front of Yunping with careful steps.

Her snow-white clothes did bear a resemblance to Yunping's.

Her long, azure hair, as blue as the ocean, was truly as smooth as a flowing waterfall.

A girl named Duan Xingchen stood before the cloud, her expression exceptionally respectful.

Cao Qingluo slowly turned around and said to Yunping.

“Xingchen was not originally a member of my Three-Day Academy. We took her in because she had no memory and didn’t know why we sent people. Now that her memory has returned, but the Holy Feather Sect has been destroyed, she has nowhere to go, so…”

He paused, then added.

"She wants to become your apprentice. What do you think...?"

Becoming an apprentice... huh.

Yunping glanced at Duan Xingchen, who looked nervous, had his hands behind his back, and his eyes gleaming with evasiveness, and grinned.

She looked very nervous, clearly worried about whether she would agree.

The old rogue looked Duan Xingchen up and down before continuing.

"At this age, with this level of cultivation, his talent is truly remarkable. His temperament isn't bad, but it's not exceptional either. Only his physique is passable, but as for his talent..."

After hearing these words, Duan Xingchen subconsciously clenched her fists, bit her lower lip, and looked inexplicably flustered.

Upon seeing her like this, Yunping burst out laughing.

"But talent doesn't matter. Seeing how great your physique is, I'll take you on as my apprentice."

……

Duan Xingchen was stunned for a moment. A surge of joy rushed into his heart, but after he came to his senses, he suddenly felt something was strange.

Wait a minute, why does it sound like you're only accepting me because I have a good figure?

Could it be... that I've landed a teacher who would sexually harass my apprentices?!

Have I boarded a pirate ship?!

88. New victims have emerged.

The old rogue never intended to refuse Duan Xingchen's request.

Given the request from his former friend, the Holy and Mysterious Gold, the old rogue had no reason to refuse.

Moreover, Duan Xingchen's talent was not as bad as he claimed. On the contrary, compared to most cultivators, her talent was superior. In addition, with her special holy body, her spiritual energy was pure and free of impurities, making her cultivation much smoother than that of other cultivators.

As for the reason why the body of an ancient demon carries the body of a saint, it was naturally the work of that old geezer, Saintly Profound Gold. With the old man's abilities, it was not a difficult task for him to create a saintly body for Duan Xingchen to suppress the blood of the ancient demon within him.

After this mess was over, the old rogue naturally had no reason to stay at the Three-Day Academy any longer.

Although this place does hold many memories, for now, he still feels most comfortable lying in his own little courtyard house.

Moreover, if I stay here, who knows what kind of wicked ideas those two lads, Cao Qingluo and Fan Muyong, might have up their sleeves for me—like making me come back to take over as the dean of the Three-Day Academy.

That's ridiculous! Why would someone who's always free and easy be running around at the academy for three days doing something like that?

And so, this three-day trip to the academy was finally coming to an end.

Although they brought one more person back this time, thanks to Miss Any Door's broad frame (this is not a misuse of the word), the group returned to the Desolate Heaven Domain relatively easily.

Inside the courtyard house.

"Ah~ Although this place is really small... it's still the most comfortable here~"

Not long after Ye Yuchan entered the room, she lay down on the stone table, the warm sunlight shining on her rather contented profile.

Zhang Ruoxue stretched and sat down next to Ye Yuchan. She picked up the wine gourd and prepared to pour wine into the cup.

Looking at the crystal-clear wine flowing down from mid-air, she remarked with a touch of emotion, "Indeed, although the Three-Day Academy has complete facilities and is quite spacious, it still feels most comfortable to sit here."

"Right~" Ye Yuchan chuckled, narrowed her eyes, and said in a somewhat lazy tone, "But I wonder if our little brothers in the Money Empire will still get together after I leave."

"Probably."

Zhang Ruoxue nodded, recalling the scene when they left—

The scene was as if the Three-Day Academy Grand Ceremony had been held again, with almost the entire Yizi Sect's forces coming to see Ye Yuchan and the others off.

Especially a certain cross-dressing mastermind—Old Chen, the number one strategist under Ye Yuchan's money empire!

Ever since he danced the Pure Land of Bliss at the Three-Day Academy Grand Ceremony, he has never been able to leave the topic of women's clothing. He has even become obsessed with it. Now, he has transformed into the number one beauty of the One-Character Sect.

When Ye Yuchan left, the boy cried so hard that his face was streaked with tears, making him look so pitiful and heartbreaking.

So there's a saying that's really true: there's only zero times or countless times when it comes to cross-dressing.

That kid has completely fallen into the trap of cross-dressing.

Recalling the events of the three-day academy trip, Ye Yuchan couldn't help but sigh, "Ah, although the three-day academy trip was indeed quite nice, and our courtyard house here is rather small, rather shabby, and not very grand, it's just so comfortable to live in!"

"I didn't hear a single word in your statement praising our courtyard."

The old rogue, with a stern face, gave Ye Yuchan a smack on the head as he passed by.

"Awoo—!"

Ye Yuchan immediately clutched her head in pain, pouted, and muttered under her breath, "That's true~ The Three-Day Academy is so big, can't we make our courtyard a little bigger too?"

Upon hearing this, Yunping's face immediately revealed a meaningful smile.

"So you like big ones, huh? No wonder you're a mature woman."

Ye Yuchan was taken aback upon hearing this. Then, under Zhang Ruoxue's puzzled gaze, she braced herself on the stone table and sprang up with a thud. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and her eyes shone with a gentle, rippling light as she looked at Yunping.

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

“I wasn’t wrong.” Yunping grinned. “Could it be… you actually prefer small ones, the kind that can spin?”

"Get lost! I never said anything like that!"

"That's because you like big things~ Don't worry, I've seen plenty of girls like you with a strong sense of male chauvinism. I'm a very big man."

"Who's talking to you about this kind of thing?!"

While Ye Yuchan was still bickering with Yunping, Zhang Ruoxue, who was sitting and drinking on the other side, was stunned.

Big? Small? Can it rotate?

Zhang Ruoxue scratched her head in confusion—weren't they discussing courtyard houses? Why did something sound off to her? And... what was with the courtyard house rotating?

Completely oblivious to the conversation between Ye Yuchan and Yun Ping, Zhang Ruoxue took a sip of her drink in a daze. Turning around, she found Duan Xingchen sitting cautiously beside her. Somewhat at a loss, she looked around.

"what happened?"

She asked aloud.

"Ah...it's nothing..." Duan Xingchen snapped out of his focused state, his face showing a hint of surprise and embarrassment: "It's just that this place is more...more ordinary than I imagined."

"That was my thought when I first came here."

Zhang Ruoxue took a sip of her drink and gave Duan Xingchen a silly smile: "But you know what, this place, although it looks a bit ordinary, feels safer than anywhere else. Just treat this place as your home."

"Home...?"

Almost subconsciously, Duan Xingchen recalled the two figures that had left many memories in his mind.

An old man and a young boy, both mentally ill.

But now... they're both gone, and her original home... is gone too.

The person who used to chase after me and call me "Grandpa" is nowhere to be found, and my silly older brother who used to spoil me rotten... has also passed away.

To be honest, Duan Xingchen felt that his home... was gone.

Seeing Duan Xingchen's sudden blank expression, Zhang Ruoxue couldn't help but ask:

"What's wrong? Why are you spacing out?"

"It was just thinking about some things from the past, nothing."

She shook her head, trying to appear calm, and struggled to suppress the overwhelming sadness on her face.

Zhang Ruoxue seemed to have sensed something, but she didn't say it out loud.

She didn't know what to say. She wasn't good at comforting people, and although she knew that Duan Xingchen was probably hiding some secret, she didn't know how to console her.

Ruoxue scratched her face, pondered for a while with a troubled expression, but the clumsy girl still didn't know what to say.

And it was at this moment—

"Speaking of which... Xingchen, you haven't signed this yet, have you?"

A piece of paper covered with black tally marks was handed to Duan Xingchen.

Upon hearing this, Duan Xingchen was taken aback at first, and then looked at the words on the paper.

What comes into view is that enormous—

[Yuntian Academy Admission Notice]

Admission notice?

I've never heard of those words before.

Duan Xingchen seemed somewhat puzzled. He pointed to the words on the paper, looked up, and asked: