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

Gu Wangjun looked at Zhang Ruoxue with complex emotions in his eyes: "Explain yourself, whether it's good or bad, we will listen to your explanation."

Ruoxue stared at the painting for a while, then shifted her gaze upwards and scanned the crowd.

"Um..." She chuckled awkwardly and said, "If I said this is my long-lost sister, would you believe me?"

"elder sister?"

Everyone had an expression on their face that said, "If I believed you, I'd be an idiot."

Seeing Ye Yuchan's eyes practically rolling to the sky, Zhang Ruoxue had no choice but to surrender: "Okay, okay... I admit, this is indeed not my sister—but this shouldn't be me either, right..."

"Anyway... even if you want me to explain, I definitely can't... because I have no idea who this person is, but it's true that they look exactly like me."

……

There was absolutely no explanation.

Jiang Yuetian looked at the old rogue sitting next to Ye Yuchan, sipping his drink and squinting, and asked in a low voice, "Teacher, what do you think?"

"I?"

Yunping narrowed his eyes, swirled the sake in his glass, and glanced at Zhang Ruoxue with a teasing look.

Then, under everyone's gaze, he asked a question:

"Ruoxue, what color are your underwear today?"

……

That's not what I asked you to ask!

Zhang Ruoxue was stunned for a moment, then blushed and said angrily, "Why did you suddenly ask such a stupid question!"

"Because I was curious." Yunping seemed completely oblivious to this, then chuckled, "I guessed it was white, right?"

"No...that's not right!"

Zhang Ruoxue's eyes darted away for a moment, and she hurriedly shook her head, her face flushed red to her ears: "What's the point of asking such a question! Anyway, it's not white! Don't make wild guesses!"

"Of course it's meaningful."

Yunping put down his wine glass, stood up, and straightened his clothes slightly.

He unusually straightened his expression and said seriously, "Because this proves that you can't lie at all."

"Eh?"

Everyone was taken aback and turned to Zhang Ruoxue.

Indeed... my silly junior sister... seems to really not be very good at lying.

“A person who lies so easily and whose heart is racing can tell at a glance whether they are deliberately hiding something, so I believe Ruoxue, she really doesn’t know about this.”

"I see."

Ye Yuchan nodded, then quickly realized, "Wait a minute, so you know Ruoxue was indeed wearing white underwear?"

"Yes."

"How do you know it?"

"It's X-ray vision; you can tell at a glance."

Upon hearing this, the female apprentices present instinctively covered their private parts (including Xiao Jiang—he didn't know why he was covering his crotch...).

Meanwhile, our classmate Yunping received five looks from his female apprentices who saw him as a perverted groper.

Of course, Yun, who was used to being a rogue, wouldn't pay any attention to those looks.

"Speaking of which, this painting is quite interesting."

"Is this considered changing the subject?" Ye Yuchan stared at Yun Ping: "Perverted peeping tom teacher?"

“I was watching openly and honestly; it was neither stealing nor peeping.”

Yun Ping put his hands on his hips, striking a righteous pose: "But I'm not really changing the subject, you guys take a look at that scroll—"

"The blood-stained beads that Qu Wenxue is holding are demonic relics."

"That is, the one you have in your hand, Ruoxue."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ruoxue looked up and found the old rogue waving at her.

Although she didn't quite understand what was going on, she still handed the strange blood bead in her hand to Yunping.

—This is a Buddhist bead formed from the blood that gushed out after Zhang Ruoxue punched the head of the Buddha statue in that suspended temple.

The moment she received the Buddhist beads, she and Ye Yuchan were teleported to the Five-Jeweled Pagoda, where they met Lin Yuan and the others.

"Besides this relic formed from the physical body of the demonic immortal after his death, there is another thing worth noting."

Yunping moved his hand onto the painting, onto Qu Wenxue's right hand holding the gun.

Only then did everyone notice that Qu Wenxue seemed to have a ring on the ring finger of her right hand.

Wait... a ring?

Fan Luokui realized what was happening and looked at the jade ring that had appeared out of thin air on her right hand.

After careful comparison, he discovered that the ring on his hand was the same ring that Qu Wenxue wore in the painting.

—Because it was a ring that Liu Xunkong gave her…

That was their token of love.

Fan Luokui took off the ring and slowly handed it to Yunping.

"at last……"

Yunping placed the ring and the demon relic on the scroll, then waved his right hand.

An invisible and colorless wind swept by, and in the blink of an eye, a tiny cut appeared on Zhang Ruoxue's right index finger, from which flowed Zhang Ruoxue's blood.

Before the girl could react, Yunping flipped his right hand and cast a spell.

Zhang Ruoxue's blood congealed into droplets, which, under Yun Ping's control, slowly moved to the top of the painting.

"The blood of the person who painted the scroll... Let's try it and see what happens."

His tightly clenched right hand suddenly opened, and the blood droplet that had been suspended in mid-air fell vertically due to gravity.

Snapped.

The bright red liquid fell and shattered, spreading across the ancient scroll.

Suddenly, the light intensified! The demonic relic began to melt into the shape of blood, and under everyone's watchful eyes, it merged into the painting.

The same was true for the ring; as time went by, the entire painting was covered in a layer of bright red, as if it were covered with a thin film of bright red.

boom!

A beam of blood-red light shot into the sky, shattering the roof and the crooked stone pillar of the ruins, and soared into the clouds at an extremely fast speed.

At that moment, the heavens trembled violently, and an indescribable terrifying aura permeated the blood-red sky!

At this moment, all the cultivators in the secret realm raised their heads in unison.

Because high in the sky, at the center of that pillar of blood-red light...

Something has descended.

39. Demon Cauldron, Memories of the Past

Blood streaks danced wildly in the vast sky like red threads fluttering in the wind. Within the towering blood-red pillar of light, a powerful demonic aura emanated, descending from the sky as if summoned.

No one knew the form of the demonic object within the crimson pillar of light, but all the cultivators who sensed it knew in their hearts that it was no ordinary treasure.

Because when this thing appeared, an extremely thick blood mist gradually filled the air throughout the entire secret space.

No... that's not all.

bang bang bang-

The sounds of explosions echoed continuously.

Amidst the mountain of bones, several terrifying cavities suddenly collapsed, from which gushed forth crimson blood like a spring!

As if boiling, blood continuously gushed from the ground, a scarlet spring shot into the sky, and the splashing blood fell like a torrential rain from above the heads of the cultivators.

This was a bloodbath.

A sudden rain of blood.

However, this bright red liquid is not ordinary blood. Any cultivator who gets wet in this rain will feel an indescribable coldness and a corrosive, tearing sensation on their skin.

The blood rain that falls on the cultivator's body will boil at an extremely fast speed to a terrifyingly high temperature, eventually turning into wisps of pitch-black demonic energy, which will then drift and spread out.

No one knows what this blood rain is, nor does anyone know what the demonic entity within that crimson pillar of light is.

All they knew was that the moment that thing appeared, everyone present felt genuine fear.

It was a terror powerful enough to make one's soul tremble, one's body stiffen, and one's consciousness be torn apart, like a colossal beast from ancient times, its maw, filled with fangs and blood-stained limbs, opening wide to devour them completely.

run!

This is what all monks think.

but……

Just as there are those who fear death, there are also those whose greed outweighs their fear.

They didn't care whether that thing was some kind of evil or heretical thing. Since its mere appearance could cause such a huge change in the entire secret realm, it proved that this thing was definitely extraordinary!

It might even be... the most precious treasure in the entire secret realm!

A priceless treasure left behind by a demigod!

At this moment, cultivators from various sects in the Desolate Heaven Domain split into two factions.

One party is on the run.

Meanwhile, the other side was rushing towards the location of the blood-red pillar of light.

at the same time.

The scene inside the bridal chamber once again returned to the broken reality. Everything around was still so dilapidated. Even the red bed where Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang had once lain had now turned into ashes like ruins, collapsing beyond recognition.