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

She lost consciousness, and what happened after that, she doesn't know, and never will know.

The man placed Qu Wenxue in a secluded cave and, with a wave of his hand, used several magic arrays to protect her.

This is a formation specifically designed to deal with cultivators. Anyone with spiritual energy within their body cannot get even a fraction closer to Qu Wenxue.

"In that case, the person who found you must be an ordinary person... Your wish to become an ordinary person can also be fulfilled."

"It's just that this place is very desolate. When will it be... decades or centuries? But it doesn't matter... for you, it's just a nap."

"So……"

The man squatted down in front of Qu Wenxue and kissed her snow-white forehead deeply.

His eyes shone with affection as he slowly rose to his feet.

"I have to go too."

"after all……"

He said it with a joking tone and a smile.

"The peace you seek is not yet achieved."

he left.

Shortly after that, the Abyss of the Demon Race experienced its most violent tremor in nearly ten thousand years.

Nobody knows why.

However, some say that a powerful half-immortal stormed into the Abyss of Demons, successively killing the Heavenly Demons and Ancient Demons, and even shaking the foundation of the evil demons.

They said that the powerful immortal must have been a hero, and of course, a martyr.

Because once that fortune teller went in... he never came out again.

No one knows who that powerful semi-immortal is, nor does anyone know why that semi-immortal suddenly entered the Abyss of the Demon Clan.

But they knew that the fortune teller was a hero.

But a hundred years later.

In the Thousand Ghost Forest next to Jinglin City, a village built by exiles appeared. Because it was close to Jinglin City, it was given a name.

It's called Jinglin Village.

In Jinglin Village, there lived a couple surnamed Zhang. While they were out gathering firewood, they passed by a cave and unexpectedly—

I heard a baby crying.

41. Come on, baby.

"I knew it..."

The young man in white raised his head, placed one foot on the Demon Cauldron, and shifted his gaze away from the endless darkness inside the cauldron.

Through this cauldron, he saw the whole picture of the events.

Whether it was Liu Xunkong or Qu Wenxue... he learned everything, the whole story, from the memories inside the cauldron.

Without a doubt, Liu Xunkong died in the Abyss of the Demon Clan.

Otherwise, the tomb of the half-immortal he transformed into after his death would not exist, and his death would also mean the next reincarnation amidst the impermanence of life and death.

And after Liu Xunkong's death... the one that life and death finds is probably the person you know all too well.

Gu Xingzhuo.

The boy he had unexpectedly picked up was the direct descendant of the Twenty-One Ultimate Death God, Wuchang, in this lifetime.

In this way, Yunping understood why that brat Gu Xingzhuo would appear in the tomb of this half-immortal of the demonic path.

What Yunping found rather strange was that after all those past memories were integrated into his mind, the Demon Cauldron, which had been shrouded in countless demonic energies, suddenly dimmed, as if it had lost its previous chilling aura.

"Ok?"

The young man in white squinted and curiously patted the body of the Demon Cauldron, but the latter did not react at all.

Not only that, the demonic energy within it was also dissipating at an extremely rapid speed. In less than three minutes, this demonic artifact, which had once caused countless evil cultivators and righteous sects to fight, was completely transformed into a strangely shaped ordinary cauldron.

This is not surprising.

After all, the Demon-Slaying Cauldron in front of us is a broken cauldron, and Liu Xun Kong, who possessed it, has already died. It would be strange if the Demon-Slaying Cauldron could still exist here after the passage of time.

Clearly, what sustains the existence of this broken Demon Cauldron is the memory that Yun Ping had previously glimpsed.

This Demon-Slaying Cauldron existed for that memory, and now that memory has flooded into Yunping's mind, it seems it has fulfilled its mission.

—This long-buried memory...was passed on to others.

"Liu Xun Kong, Qu Wen Xue..."

Yun Ping casually grabbed the Demon Cauldron with one hand, as if it were a not-too-heavy bag, and walked towards the door.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible look of emotion crossed his face as he murmured, "The name is quite nice... but Ruoxue probably prefers her current name."

Yunping still needs to consider whether or not to tell this girl that Zhang Ruoxue is Qu Wenxue or something like that.

However, considering Zhang Ruoxue's personality—

Even if I told her, I doubt she would have a strong reaction.

Thinking of this, Yunping couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

—Past lives and present lives, that's quite a topic.

……

He strolled leisurely, bypassing the gradually weathering ruins, and arrived at the site of the former main hall.

But as soon as I took my first step, I saw a scene completely different from what I had imagined.

Tao Yaoyao and the others, who had previously bound their physical bodies and souls, have now regained control of their bodies. Moreover, the number of cultivators from the Azure Sea Pavilion has increased several times, crowding into the ruins and completely surrounding the Azure Sky Alliance ruins.

However, besides Bihailou, many elders of sects who were still considered prominent in the Desolate Heaven Domain also stood with their hands behind their backs, and even a Nascent Soul Void Realm expert leaped into the air and looked down at the white-robed youth who walked out of the ruins.

what happened?

Yun Ping dragged the Demon Cauldron with one hand, his expression as calm as ever.

If it were anyone else, under the watchful eyes of countless sect leaders, they would probably have already lost their composure. Moreover, the cultivation levels of the sect elders present were not low; even the weakest among them was at the Nascent Soul stage.

It can be said that all the prominent sects in the entire Desolate Sky Domain were present at this site of the Azure Sky Alliance ruins.

"Wow, what a grand display!"

Yunping chuckled and walked out step by step.

He stood in the very center of the ruins' main hall. At the same time, several highly skilled rogue cultivators moved behind him, forming several dense encirclements. Each of them summoned their own magical artifacts and pointed them at the white-robed youth.

The old rogue glanced back, then turned his head back without a care. He stared at the familiar figure in front of him and sighed helplessly.

"It's you again..."

With her alluring figure leaning against the dashing young man beside her, Mo Wuhai, one of the few Void Realm experts in the Desolate Heaven Domain and the master of the Azure Sea Pavilion, was smiling faintly as she looked at Yun Ping.

Although a hint of apprehension still lingered in her eyes, she seemed to have grasped Yunping's weakness at this moment, and her brows radiated a confidence that she would never lose.

"Dean Yun, right?"

She turned her gaze to the dim Demon Cauldron in Yun Ping's hand, her brows furrowing slightly before she let out a cold laugh: "It seems that Dean Yun has already taken the treasure inside the cauldron first."

Anyone with discerning eyes could see that this Demon Cauldron did not possess the inviolable evil aura it had when it descended; it looked like nothing more than an ordinary cauldron.

Then there is only one answer—the young man in white must have taken the treasure from inside the cauldron!

Yun Ping naturally knew what Mo Wu Hai was thinking. He first put the cauldron aside, then spread his hands and said, "If I told you that what's hidden inside this cauldron is just an old-fashioned, boring, but rather pitiful love story, would you believe me?"

“Even if I believed it…” Mo Wuhai looked around and said in a deep voice, “Dean Yun, do you think they would believe it?”

His gaze swept across the surroundings, and what Yunping saw reflected in his eyes were the greedy eyes of countless sect elders and rogue cultivators around him—the magical artifacts in their hands were already itching to be used.

Murder for treasure is a matter of course.

For the half-immortal's inherited treasure, killing just one person would be a sure-fire way to make money for most cultivators.

"I see, I understand now."

Yunping scratched his head, revealing an expression of disdain, and then asked:

"Let's not talk about that for now. What about my foolish disciples?"

"Because Dean Yun came out late, we entertained your disciple first."

Mo Wuhai waved his hand, and several Bihailou cultivators immediately retreated several meters, revealing the azure blue array that had been in the crowd earlier.

It was a profound, azure-blue array that surpassed even ninth-order arrays and approached the level ten sealing arrays. There were four walls, each as deep and impenetrable as the ocean, and the runes floating above were runes passed down from ancient times.

And within the formation...

Ye Yuchan and the others were helplessly trapped inside. They had tried everything they could to break through the formation, but to no avail.

Even Gu Wangjun, who had the highest cultivation level among all the disciples, could not shake any of the barriers despite using all his strength.

Yun Ping frowned. He recognized the formation. He had witnessed the power of the Azure Sea and Sky Formation when he was still a Martial Emperor.

Even a cultivator in the Void Transformation stage would find it impossible to escape if trapped in this formation. Even a saint could only barely break the formation by borrowing the power of the Great Dao.

This formation... obviously couldn't have been set up by Mo Wuhai, whose cultivation level was only at the Void Realm.

But -

"Xiandu."

Yunping's gaze fell on the young man beside Mo Wuhai.

Ip Man-tin.

So that's how it is... After Yu Chan and the others left, they encountered Ye Wentian, who had come to seek the Demon Cauldron. With their cultivation level, it was indeed a pipe dream for them to break through the encirclement.

Ye Wentian stared at Yun Ping with great curiosity, carefully examining the white-robed youth in front of him, his eyes constantly flashing with amusement.

"So, you imprisoned my foolish disciples just to threaten me into handing over the treasure?"

"It's not really a threat."

The one who answered this time was a man wearing a golden dragon robe, carrying a pure white sword, with jet-black hair flowing like ink, exuding an aura of superiority and extraordinary bearing.