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

Jiang Yuetian was shocked. Had he really become stupid?!

Yun Ping shrugged helplessly, then explained, "This tomb of the Demonic Immortal is formed from its soul and body. Naturally, the stream of memories also remains within its soul. The fact that this Evil Sword Tomb appears here means—"

Okay, you answer this~

Yunping paused abruptly, letting Jiang Yuetian continue.

Xiao Jiang was taken aback, blinked, and then realized what was happening.

"Among these evil swords... some belong to the memories of that demonic half-immortal?"

"bingo~"

The old rogue chuckled, "Looks like there's still hope for you. You haven't been assimilated by those two lunatics, Ruoxue and Yuchan."

Jiang Yuetian: "Is it really okay to talk about your apprentice like that...?"

He shook his head, temporarily putting aside his urge to complain.

He then asked seriously, "Then... how can I see the memories of that demonic half-immortal?"

"It's very simple."

Yun Ping pointed to a long sword emanating a cold, black aura directly in front of Jiang Yuetian and grinned.

"Just stand on it."

"Stand on it?" Jiang Yuetian took a deep breath. "Stand on the hilt of the sword?"

"That's right. That's all you need."

Faced with Yunping's explanation, Jiang Yuetian did not hesitate...

He showed an expression of disbelief.

The old rogue's face darkened. "What... your face says it all: 'I don't believe the teacher.'"

Jiang Yuetian subconsciously took a step back, "Because the teacher has tricked me quite a few times before..."

Yunping: "..."

It seems he's developed a phobia of messing with his apprentice...

"Alright~" Yunping rarely straightened his expression, indicating that he was not joking. "Hurry up and go up. This time I really didn't lie to you."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuetian pursed her lips, hesitated for a few seconds, and then nodded.

"All right……"

Then, with the courage of a warrior cutting off his own arm, he leaped upwards and lightly stepped onto the hilt of the longsword.

The next second—

Countless memories flooded into Jiang Yuetian's mind. She frowned slightly, then stared wide-eyed in astonishment, her expression one of utter surprise.

Noticing Jiang Yuetian's expression, the old rogue raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "What's wrong, little Jiang? Did you see something inappropriate for children?"

"That's true. After all, they are people of the demonic path. Scenes of first sexual intercourse, then killing, and then sexual intercourse again might occur..."

"No... not..."

Jiang Yuetian shook her head, not even choosing to criticize Yun Ping's words.

Instead, he uttered words that left even the old rogue somewhat stunned.

"In the memories of this sword..."

"I saw Junior Sister Ruoxue..."

33. Everyone knows the truth in their hearts.

The stunning figure stood on the hilt of a sword, and with each step he took, a chilling, evil wind would whip up his dazzling purple hair.

For Jiang Yuetian, whose cultivation level had already reached the Opening Yuan stage and was close to the Nascent Soul stage, walking steadily on the hilt of the sword was not a difficult task.

Even so, with each step he took, his movements would stiffen slightly, and his expression would change several times. Several times, his face turned pale, his body swayed, and he almost fell off the hilt of his sword.

The reason was none other than the memories that relentlessly rushed into Jiang Yuetian's mind.

To be precise—it's the image of the moment of death.

In that short span of less than ten minutes, he witnessed the deaths of thousands of people. Some were beheaded, their blood splattering; some had their limbs severed and were tortured to death; and some had their souls devoured by evil magic, instantly becoming bloodless and fleshless mummies.

Jiang Yuetian hadn't killed many people.

Although he had witnessed the deaths of others, whether due to fighting, territorial disputes, or trouble-making, he had indeed witnessed death.

But watching figures die before my very eyes, as is happening today, is particularly real and terrifying because the evil sword pours images of the deceased's moments before death into my mind.

Several times, Jiang Yuetian almost thought that the blood-red sword from his memory was about to sever his head, and he subconsciously made a dodging motion, almost falling off the sword mound.

However, none of these are the main points.

"How about it?"

Standing on the hilt of his sword beside Jiang Yuetian, the white-robed youth, whose expression remained quite calm throughout, looked at the beauty and asked, "Have you seen the person you mentioned before, the one who looks exactly like Ruoxue?"

“No…” Jiang Yuetian shook his head, recalling the memories contained in the sword he first stepped onto: “I have never seen that woman since then.”

"Ah."

Yunping stroked his chin thoughtfully, revealing a deep contemplation.

Seeing his teacher's actions, Jiang Yuetian took a deep breath and said with great certainty, "Teacher, I believe I didn't see wrong... In the memories inside that sword... I did see someone who looked exactly like Junior Sister Ruoxue."

“I’m not doubting you.” Upon hearing Jiang Yuetian’s words, Yun Ping waved his hand knowingly and laughed, “You’re not that silly person Yu Chan. I believe your brain hasn’t been assimilated by those two idiots.”

"However, I do have some clues about what you're talking about."

"A clue?"

Let's talk as we walk.

Yunping pointed to the Sword Tomb Mountain peak that was getting closer and closer—the two of them were now less than a kilometer away from that strange building.

Jiang Yuetian nodded, his eyes slightly gloomy as he glanced at the dense forest of evil swords directly in front of him, and sighed deeply.

“I noticed before that although Ruoxue’s physical body looks fine, it has been reshaped many times.”

"But isn't that because Junior Sister Ruoxue used to cultivate so hard that her physical body was damaged?"

As Jiang Yuetian took a step forward, the bloody scene flashed through his mind again. His face stiffened, and he was stunned for two or three seconds before he reacted.

On the other side, Yun Ping walked with remarkable fluidity on the hilt of his sword, as if he were walking on an ordinary road. The memories of death that flooded his mind seemed to have no negative effect on this dean of Yuntian Academy.

The old rogue strolled along as if taking a leisurely walk. Faced with Jiang Yuetian's question, he shook his head: "That's part of the reason, but fundamentally, that's not the case."

"I've examined Ruoxue's soul, and there's nothing wrong with it. It's just her physical body that I find somewhat strange. Logically speaking, a girl born into an ordinary family, who only spent a short time at the Thunder Feather Sect before coming to our Cloud Heaven Academy—"

"Lei Yu Sect has some reputation in Jinglin City, but in the entire Desolate Heaven Domain, it is nothing more than a drop in the ocean. Given Lei Yu Sect's foundation, it is certainly impossible for them to reshape the physical body cultivation method."

Yes, the method of reshaping and strengthening the physical body does exist.

Even long ago, in the early days of the Hundred Saints Era, before the Martial Emperor had fallen, there were fanatics who, in pursuit of the Martial Emperor's supreme body refinement, developed a method to constantly reshape and hone their physical bodies in order to pursue the ultimate martial arts.

But this method is actually—an evil practice.

They continuously break down their own bones, meridians, and skin, and then use the souls and remains of others to nourish themselves, completing the reshaping process in a continuous cycle.

There were also rumors that as long as one reshaped their physical body ninety-nine times, they could possess a physique comparable to that of a Martial Emperor. This caused quite a stir at the time, and even led to the emergence of demonic cultivators who specialized in practicing such evil techniques.

However, Yunping certainly wouldn't believe that Zhang Ruoxue had practiced this technique.

After all, this girl's physical body was actually very weak. Before undergoing the tempering of the Netherworld, her physical body was at the bottom of the three great heavens.

If he's still at the bottom after so many body-reshaping and tempering attempts, Yunping thinks it's better to just give up on cultivation altogether.

This is like the principal personally leaking the exam questions, the exam room teachers helping out, and even allowing phone checks for cheating—it's practically like letting you copy the answers directly from the top student, but you still end up getting the lowest score in the whole school—with that level of ability, really, it's better to give up.

Jiang Yuetian lowered his head, enduring the surging crimson scenes in his mind, and asked in a low voice:

"If it's not a problem with the cultivation method, then what is the connection between the woman I saw and Junior Sister Ruoxue...?"

"The most likely reason is past lives and present lives."

"Past lives and present lives?"

Yunping nodded: "Although the soul can be damaged, a few strong remnants of the soul still manage to survive in the long river of time, drifting among the mortal world. When the soul of an infant that should have died in the womb dissipates, it attaches itself to it, thus achieving the effect of rebirth. However, most reincarnations will cause memory loss, so it is only natural that Ruoxue does not know about the past."

"but……"

At this point, even Yunping himself frowned, clearly finding the guess unreasonable.

"Ruoxue's soul showed no signs of damage, nor any trace of reincarnation. Logically speaking, she could not be a reincarnated person."

"Moreover, if it is reincarnation, it is impossible to explain the traces of physical reshaping."

“So…” Jiang Yuetian swallowed hard, waiting for Yun Ping to make his conclusion.

The old rogue turned to the side, looked at his beautiful apprentice, and helplessly spread his hands, shrugging: "So even I don't know what's going on~"

Jiang Yuetian stumbled and almost fell.

So you didn't know either...

The old rogue chuckled, putting on an indifferent look: "There are many mysterious things in this world. I am not the heavens, nor am I some god who can see the future and control the past. How could I know everything?"

"Although you are not the heavens... even the heavens have to be somewhat afraid of you, don't they?"

— Jiang Yuetian still remembers the scene of his teacher going against the Heavenly Dao.

To this, Yunping simply smiled and spread his hands, then casually said, "That's what they say, but don't you think God is pretty boring?"

"Boring?"

"Yes, being high up, looking down from the very top, taking in everything, seeing clearly the ways of the world, seeing clearly the grudges and affections—that's the ultimate level of boredom."

Jiang Yuetian: "..."

He scratched his head and looked at his teacher with a slightly strange expression.

The seemingly ordinary young man before me possessed terrifying and unfathomable strength, yet for some reason, standing next to him felt like talking to an ordinary commoner.

This feeling was very strange, and he felt that his senior brother also had this strange feeling.

Ordinary...?