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

"If I write my experiences here into a novel when I get back, it will definitely be a bestseller."

"Come on, I don't have the talent to write novels."

Ye Yuchan rolled her eyes at Yunping, then went into the house.

The old rogue's house was exactly the same as before, almost unchanged.

A simple wooden bed, a simple wooden table, and the Mona Lisa still hanging on the white-gray wall.

It looks quite narrow, but it's fully furnished.

"So, why are you looking for your teacher so late at night?"

The old rogue leaned against the wall and glanced at Ye Yuchan with amusement: "Could it be that you're feeling lonely and cold at night, and want someone to warm you up?"

"Go away!" Ye Yuchan blushed and subconsciously sat on the bed. She glanced at the young man in white and whispered, "I... I didn't say that."

"Then why did you come to see your teacher? Didn't you come to deal with your physiological problems?"

"Of course not!" Ye Yuchan's face flushed even more, but she quickly coughed twice to calm herself down: "I wanted to ask..."

"Why are we all being made to go to that demigod's grave this time?"

Yun Ping narrowed his eyes, not answering immediately, but remaining silent for a few seconds before asking Ye Yuchan, "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

“Because you even invited Senior Brother this time—” Ye Yuchan raised her head and met Yun Ping’s beautiful eyes, which were as dark as the night: “Senior Brother clearly wanted to water the flowers in the yard more… That old rogue shouldn’t be the kind of person who would force us to do things we don’t want to do.”

The old rogue was stunned by these words, and after a few seconds, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"It seems that our little Yuchan has a pretty high opinion of me."

"Of course, don't you know whose teacher you are?"

The flat-chested girl proudly raised her flat, untroubled chest, but soon the smug look on her face faded, replaced by a hint of worry.

"You old scoundrel, tell me the truth..."

"Is it because of Ye Xuanqiu?"

……

Upon hearing the name, Yunping's expression visibly stiffened.

That was the reaction of being guessed correctly.

Indeed, it was indeed because of Ye Xuanqiu.

For some reason, Yunping felt that everything that had happened recently was related to that woman, whether it was the Three-Day Academy or the Emperor Pavilion, it seemed as if someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

That person... was the one I longed for day and night...

The dead figure—

Ye Xuanqiu.

Including this time, Yunping didn't think that the fourth brother would appear in the Half-Immortal's Tomb for no reason; there must be some reason behind it.

Considering the identity of the fourth brother, Ye Xuanqiu, who was once the "Hunter," could indeed possibly target him.

This was Yunping's concern.

"This could be a diversionary tactic."

Yun Ping lowered his voice and explained his reasons to Ye Yuchan: "I don't know why the fourth brother would appear in the Half-Immortal's Tomb, but once I enter the secret realm, those of you left in the academy may very well become that person's target."

"It's safer to keep you with me than to leave you here."

"As expected, it's because of Ye Xuanqiu..."

Ye Yuchan took a deep breath, her expression complex and hard to describe.

She gripped the snow-white quilt tightly, biting her lower lip, seemingly struggling with some inner turmoil.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Finally, the silver-haired girl asked the question that had puzzled her for so long—

"You old scoundrel..."

Is there any connection between me and Ye Xuanqiu?

Although Ye Yuchan and Ye Xuanqiu had only met once.

But Ye Yuchan always felt that she and Ye Xuanqiu were very similar—not in personality, nor in appearance, but in a kind of similarity from the depths of their souls.

It's as if they were originally one person.

This feeling was strange. At first, Ye Yuchan didn't have this feeling, but every time she recalled her encounter with Ye Xuanqiu in the gray soil, this feeling would become stronger.

Yunping's expression suddenly darkened; he hadn't expected Ye Yuchan to ask such a question.

But questions still need to be answered.

"Your name is Ye Yuchan—"

Yunping leaned against the wall, speaking in a persuasive tone, though it was unclear whether he was advising Ye Yuchan not to overthink it, or advising himself—

"So you are Ye Yuchan, not Ye Xuanqiu, therefore you are not Ye Xuanqiu."

"It's that simple."

Is it simple?

Ye Yuchan didn't think it was that simple.

At least for now, she doesn't understand the meaning behind Yunping's words.

She sighed, thinking to herself that her question was pointless, and silently rolled her eyes.

"What you said is like saying nothing at all. Fine, then I'm going back to sleep. I have to set off for that so-called Immortal's Tomb tomorrow morning."

"Going back already?" Yunping suddenly smiled, his gaze falling on the bed. "No other plans?"

"Other plans?"

Ye Yuchan blinked blankly, then noticed Yun Ping's gaze and her face flushed again.

"What...what nonsense are you spouting now!"

"Hey, I'm completely innocent! I was just asking if you had any other plans~ What nonsense are you talking about?"

Yunping grinned, his expression as irritating as ever.

But looking at his malicious smile, Ye Yuchan not only couldn't get angry at all, but her heart was beating faster and faster.

She hurriedly turned her face away.

"Anyway...anyway..."

For a moment, the silver-haired girl couldn't find any words to refute it.

With a stomp of his foot, he would rush out the door in a frenzy.

"Anyway, I...I'm going back now...Goodnight!!"

After saying "An," she slipped out the door without looking back.

Looking at Ye Yuchan's somewhat stiff back, the old rogue smiled faintly, leaned against the door frame, and let the moonlight pour down from above.

He looked up at the sky, where the bright moon hung high and the countless stars were reflected in his eyes.

No one knows what he's thinking, at least not at this moment.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, squinted his eyes, and murmured a sentence softly.

"Good night."

17. People of the Immortal Capital

The following day, in the Lantian Empire.

As the nominal ruler of the Desolate Heaven Domain, the Lantian Empire did not want to conceal the matter of the Half-Immortal's Tomb. However, the scene when the cave emerged from the ground was too terrifying. Even with the Lantian Empire's methods, it was impossible to completely prevent the news from leaking out.

This is also why countless masters from renowned families have been gathering in Cangyue City of the Lantian Empire recently.

—They are all highly skilled cultivators in the Desolate Heaven Domain. It would be no problem for them to establish their own sect based on their understanding of the cultivation methods. Indeed, most of the people gathered in Cangyue City of the Desolate Heaven Domain are important figures at the level of sect leaders.

It's not that they just like to join in the fun. Even someone of the sect leader's caliber would find it impossible not to be greedy when faced with such an unparalleled opportunity as the Half-Immortal's Tomb.

That's a demigod!

They are only one step away from those two true immortals who are recorded in history, beings who stand above saints. In this world, the number of half-immortals in the three heavenly domains can definitely be counted on one's fingers.

Moreover, each of them is capable of exchanging several blows with the Twenty-One Ultimate. If you say that there aren't any treasures in the secret realm that these beings transformed into after their deaths, no one would believe it.

Whether it's a magical artifact, cultivation technique, or some kind of unique inheritance from a half-immortal's lifetime, obtaining just one of these would be a great fortune and a stroke of luck for them.

How many people in this world would remain unmoved upon learning of such a blessed place?

Everyone has greed, especially those who are used to being in high positions. Their greed will not be satisfied just because they are now the leaders of a sect. On the contrary, it will urge them to use every means to obtain good fortune.

Even if it's taken from someone else.

Therefore, the air in Cangyue City these days is filled with an extremely strong smell of gunpowder.

It's noon—

Standing before the hundreds of dark gold restrictive formations, a hunched old man in purple robes slightly raised his head, looked at the scorching sun, and moved his pale lips to utter extremely calm words.

He slowly turned his gaze, fixing his sharp eyes on the black-robed youth guarding the protective array directly in front of him, and said calmly, "Everyone from the Lantian Empire, is this Half-Immortal's Tomb ready to be opened?"

Sensing the impatience in that gaze, Fang Yan's expression shifted slightly. His eyes darted through the crowd, but he couldn't find the person he had been waiting for.

He lowered his expression and said to the old man in front of him with a hint of nervousness and apology, "Sect Leader Wei, I'm very sorry... please wait a little longer."

"Still waiting?!"

A middle-aged man standing beside the old man narrowed his eyes, his gaze flashing with extreme hostility as he pointed directly at Fang Yan: "Do you know how long we've been waiting here? A full three days! Our Sect Master has put aside his affairs within the Great Wilderness Sect to come here specifically to find this Half-Immortal's Tomb, yet your Lantian Empire has repeatedly delayed us. Do you truly not consider us human?"

"Everyone from the Great Wilderness Sect..."

Fang Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Facing the vice sect master of the Great Wilderness Sect, he was at a loss for words and could only persuade him in a humble tone: "It is not that we are playing with you all, but the time has not yet come. Our Lantian Empire has naturally invited a senior here. As you all know, this trip to the Half-Immortal's Tomb will not be smooth sailing."

"senior?"

The middle-aged man frowned, then questioned, "Are you saying that our Great Wilderness Sect is not qualified to enter this Half-Immortal's Tomb?"