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

What should I say next...? Shut up and let me become Kamen Rider?

At the scene, no one paid attention to Yunping's unique posture.

What they were focused on was Yunping's answer.

He refused.

He really refused.

Faced with the temptation of that supreme power, he actually refused the offer from the Immortal Capital.

In an instant, everyone looked at Yunping as if he were a mentally challenged idiot.

Only a fool would refuse Xiandu's offer.

After a moment of stunned silence, Ye Wentian's face darkened, and his words sounded like the low growl of an ancient beast, "Are you making fun of me?"

"I'm seriously rejecting you."

The old rogue chuckled, turned around, and casually sat down on the Demon Cauldron, gently tapping the cauldron with his fingers.

"Sorry, I prefer being my little dean. Your so-called Immortal Capital..."

"It can't compare to our family's courtyard house."

"How foolish and ignorant."

Ye Wentian snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at Yun Ping.

"Do you really think I don't know? Your cultivation level is that of a half-immortal, and you inherit the legacy of both the Heavenly Dao and the Literary Dao. Moreover, your physical body contains a trace of ultimate power. Although you have hidden it well, I know your true strength very well."

Yunping: "..."

He stared blankly at Ye Wentian and blinked.

What... what is all this?

The old rogue scratched his head, intending to explain, but was interrupted by Ye Wentian.

"I'm giving you a bright path because I think you're somewhat talented. But if you really think you can be invincible with your abilities, you're sorely mistaken."

In his eyes, Yunping was just a lucky nouveau riche who had inherited the arts of literature and the way of heaven, and thought he was the protagonist of this world and the center of this world.

Ye Wentian had seen many such people, and without exception, they all died at his hands.

Because they are too stupid; although they have some ability, they have no right to be arrogant.

Ye Wentian is different; he has the right to be arrogant.

"If you insist on doing so, then I may make an exception and teach you what it means to be arrogant."

With a jolt, Ye Wentian's aura surged, and his oppressive presence increased several levels in the blink of an eye.

Yun Ping, who was locked in by the oppressive aura, stared blankly at Ye Wentian in front of him, his expression indescribably complicated.

He suddenly felt that the Ye Zunxian before him...

He seems to be a bit of a perfectionist.

I didn't say anything, so how did the other party automatically complete the process?

……

As the atmosphere in the room became increasingly terrifying, Mo Wuhai, the owner of Bihai Tower, couldn't help but recall the grand banquet at the Imperial Pavilion in the past.

Although she believed in Ye Zunxian, she still harbored a slight fear of the young man in white.

She gritted her teeth, turned around and came to the side of the tenth-order Azure Sea Sky Formation, and then shouted loudly.

"Dean Yun!"

The next second, Yun Ping and Ye Wentian turned around at the same time.

Mo Wuhai took a deep breath, placed his hand on the Azure Sea and Sky Array, and tried his best to remain calm.

"Dean Yun, if you join the Immortal Capital, not only will you benefit, but your disciples will also receive unprecedentedly abundant cultivation resources. Even if it's for the sake of your disciples, you shouldn't refuse."

The old rogue narrowed his eyes and looked at Mo Wuhai. "What, are you using my apprentice to threaten me?"

"I wouldn't dare." Mo Wuhai forced a smile, "However, if you really intend to fight against Xiandu, I can't guarantee that your disciples won't be affected."

—Isn't that a threat?

Mo Wuhai's gaze fell on Ye Yuchan and the others trapped inside the formation, his expression showing a hint of anticipation.

She hoped that the disciples of Yuntian Academy could speak up and dissuade Yun Ping. If it were the disciples' advice, perhaps the dean of Yuntian Academy would give in.

If possible, Mo Wuhai does not want a battle to take place here.

Seeing that Yunping did not respond immediately, Mo Wuhai turned his attention to Ye Yuchan and the others.

What do you think?

Mo Wuhai stood in front of Ye Yuchan and the others and asked:

"In that case, if you agree to join the Immortal Capital, not only will you be safe, but your master will also be safe."

"I think you should know the consequences of going against Xiandu."

Yunping is foolish, but these disciples don't seem foolish at all.

Mo Wuhai believed they knew which was more important.

After listening to Mo Wuhai's words, Ye Yuchan nodded and turned to look at Jiang Yuetian.

"Second Senior Brother..."

Jiang Yuetian raised an eyebrow, wondering what Ye Yuchan wanted to say, when the silver-haired girl blurted out something.

Do you have a license?

"Card?"

Lin Yuan, who was standing next to Jiang Yuetian, tilted her head and looked puzzled in her big, starry eyes.

Why does my junior sister need cards?

"Yes."

Ye Yuchan picked at her ear, turned to the side, glanced at Mo Wuhai almost imperceptibly, and then said impatiently, "Since just now, there has been a fly buzzing around here, which is very annoying, so I wanted to play cards to relax."

"fly……"

Jiang Yuetian glanced at Mo Wuhai, whose face had turned green, and immediately understood.

She smiled sweetly, and then actually took out playing cards from her storage ring.

After all, he's a gambling enthusiast, so carrying cards with him isn't a problem.

Ye Yuchan squatted down, as if she hadn't heard Mo Wuhai's advice.

The other disciples from Yuntian Academy simply ignored Mo Wuhai's words, and Zhang Ruoxue even joined in playing Dou Dizhu (a card game), while the rest chatted.

Such capricious behavior...

It's as if... they weren't in the Azure Sea and Sky Formation, but some kind of tourist resort.

Duan Xingchen, the newcomer, seemed a little out of place, to which Gu Wangjun simply said one thing.

"Don't worry, we've encountered this situation many times before, it's nothing."

"Have you encountered this many times...?"

“Yes,” Gu Wangjun chuckled憨厚ly, “Anyway, these kinds of troublesome things can be left to the teacher…”

"I feel like I blindly trusted the teacher's advice..."

"Of course."

"After all, he's our teacher. If we don't trust him, who else can we trust?"

Gu Wangjun reached out and patted Duan Xingchen's head, revealing a gentle smile.

at the same time--

"You'll regret this."

Seeing the attitude of the Yuntian Academy students, Mo Wuhai slapped the Azure Sea and Sky Formation, his cheeks filled with indescribable anger.

—It's one thing for Yun Ping to be ungrateful, but the disciples of Yuntian Academy are also so ungrateful.

"Since you're so eager to die, then just watch."

Mo Wuhai sneered and turned his gaze to Ye Wentian.

Ye Wentian stood with his hands behind his back, his body radiating golden light, as if a god had descended to earth, his entire being exuding an aura of majesty and holiness.

“Look at your teachers, they will pay the price they deserve.”

"The price..."

Ye Yuchan, with her back to Mo Wuhai, squatted down and expressionlessly drew a card.

From beginning to end, she never took this powerful cultivator in the Void Transformation stage seriously.

She blinked, looked at the card, and suddenly laughed.

"What great luck! I drew the Joker card."

43. The sword that buries people

Inside the venue.

A hurricane swirled, and divine light enveloped everything.

Ye Wentian is revered as one of the three great immortals of the Immortal Capital. His cultivation level is unfathomable. Some say he is a saint, while others say he is a half-immortal. However, no one dares to make a definitive conclusion about Ye Wentian's true cultivation level.

Within the vast ruins of the Azure Sky Alliance, a fierce wind swirled around Ye Wentian like a knife cutting through the air. This Venerable Immortal from the Immortal Capital held a sword in one hand, looking down at the person in front of him with disdain.

With the power of Hess, he exuded an indescribable aura simply by standing there, as if he were born to be the ruler. All the cultivators present, except for him, unconsciously felt the urge to kneel down.

Before the sword was even drawn, its light already possessed the power to pierce the sky. The sharp blade, accompanied by the surging spiritual energy, shook violently, emitting a series of piercing and sharp hollow sounds.

Ye Wentian's expression was cold and indifferent, like a blank sheet of paper. In addition to contempt and disdain, there was also a sense of heaviness in his eyes.

"It seems your disciple is just as stupid as you."