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

"I'm too lazy to argue with you about all that nonsense, and I'm too lazy to lie. There's no treasure hidden inside this cauldron at all, so even if you really have the ability to kill me, you won't get this so-called treasure."

"Besides, I don't think there's anything wrong with your greed. Humans are just like that; it's perfectly normal to be a little greedy."

"Besides, you only have one life. Once it's gone, it's really gone. I believe you don't want to end up with your souls scattered, do you?"

The old rogue spread his hands, looking quite relaxed: "I still respect life. This is the first time..."

"A small warning."

He raised his right palm, palm down, as if grasping something in mid-air, and his entire arm suddenly sank down.

ding ding ding-

In an instant, the evil swords suspended in the air emitted sharp and distorted sword cries, and in the next instant, they rushed downwards at an extremely fast speed.

This sudden turn of events terrified all the cultivators present, who simultaneously unleashed their strongest magical artifacts and techniques. They were facing an evil sword personally forged by a demonic immortal; a single evil sword could take their lives, let alone such a terrifying number, like a sudden storm!

Countless mysterious formations appeared, and everyone closed their eyes in fear. They knew that the dilapidated formations were absolutely no match for the torrential rain of evil swords.

however--

A few seconds later, apart from the sound of the sword piercing the ground, they felt no pain.

The cultivators opened their eyes in a tense and panicked manner, and then saw that several evil swords were stuck in the ground around them, and the demonic energy on them had been completely wiped away.

Their physical bodies, however, remained unaffected.

That person showed mercy.

Everyone knows it, everyone understands it perfectly clearly.

That man, that young man in white... showed them mercy.

goo-dong-

Mo Wu Hai swallowed hard, staring at the seven evil swords of different shapes stuck around her. Even though the evil swords no longer contained demonic energy, she could still sense the terrifying spiritual energy contained within them at such close range.

If that young man in white hadn't held back...

It's likely that at this moment, the blade of that evil sword is piercing not the ground of the Azure Sky Alliance ruins, but their hearts.

What... is this?

Mo Wuhai stared blankly at the expressionless young man in white, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

Does he mean... that they, these cultivators... these powerful figures who shake the world in the Desolate Heaven Domain... don't even have the right to be killed by him?

Who exactly is this man?

"Don't worry, I'm not a good person."

As if hearing the thoughts of all the cultivators present, Yun Ping chuckled, jumped off the Demon Cauldron, clapped his hands, and said, "When it comes to life and death, we should still show respect. Just like I said, what I said earlier was just a small warning. Considering it was your first offense, I'm too lazy to pursue it."

After speaking, Yun Ping glanced at Ye Wentian, who was surrounded by the eight evil swords and whose head was bowed, making his expression unreadable. He rolled his eyes and chose to ignore this Immortal Venerable of the Immortal Capital.

He strolled leisurely towards the Azure Sea and Sky Formation where Ye Yuchan and the others were, speaking to them in a calm tone:

"However, if it were a second time, I probably wouldn't just use deterrence."

Yunping had a very open-minded attitude towards murder.

Among those present, although there were those with malicious intentions, everyone has greed, anger, and ignorance. It is perfectly normal for people to feel greed in the face of a secret treasure. He knew this very well.

Moreover, the cultivators present are all from reputable sects, have no demonic energy within them, and do not slaughter innocent people. They are not people who should be torn to pieces, whose sins are so grave that they should be subjected to slow slicing.

So he didn't take action directly, but instead gave a warning.

Of course, the main reason is that at least they didn't harm Yu Chan and the others; they just locked up these idiots.

If they really did something to Ye Yuchan and the others—

Then the outcome might be quite different.

Tap, tap, tap...

The venue was completely silent.

All anyone could hear was Yunping's footsteps.

As they stared at the "warning" sign, the overwhelming fear in their minds kept telling them... never provoke this man.

This is the first time; it's a warning...

What about the second time?

What could it be?

They don't know, but what they're sure of is that they don't want to know.

But some people don't think so.

"You are a demon."

Yunping stopped in his tracks.

The young man in white turned around and looked at the person who had uttered those words with a strange gaze.

The young man, carrying a sharp sword, was surrounded by eight evil swords, his head bowed and his whole body trembling.

Ip Man-tin.

"What did you say?"

“You are a demon, without a doubt, you are absolutely a demon.”

Ye Wentian suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open, and the corners of his mouth turned up at a terrifying angle, almost reaching his ears. His eyes flashed with a wild light, and a smile of excitement spread rapidly across his handsome face.

He was laughing hysterically.

Ye Wentian's body suddenly shone with holy golden light, and the radiant flames instantly sent the eight evil swords flying, shooting towards the white-robed youth directly in front of him.

Yunping neither dodged nor avoided, but simply stared blankly with dead fish eyes, looking as if he were ready to be slaughtered.

hum~

But just as the eight evil swords were about to strike Yunping, they seemed to be grabbed by their hilts by something, abruptly stopping in mid-air before falling to the ground.

"This is a demonic inheritance! I never expected you to possess a third Great Dao inheritance power!!"

Ye Wentian held a sword in one hand, his clothes fluttering wildly in the wind. Suddenly, a beam of white light descended from the sky above him, piercing through the blood-red firmament and enveloping his entire body.

His sword was covered with mysterious and inviolable spells, exuding a holy aura. The young man stood with his sword on his back, like a god. Pure white flames appeared around him, and the indescribable high temperature could even burn the space around him into nothingness.

Ye Wentian leaped into the air, pointing his sword directly at the white-robed youth below, his brows furrowed with excitement.

"No wonder you are so arrogant and haughty. It turns out that you not only possess the inheritance of the Heavenly Dao and the Literary Dao, but you have also received the direct lineage of the Demonic Dao. You alone possess the direct lineage of three Great Daos. You will surely have a place in these three Great Heavenly Domains!"

"However, I am very curious. You have no demonic energy on you, but only demons can receive the inheritance of the direct line of the demonic path. I am very curious how you completely concealed your demonic energy?"

"This is a complicated issue—"

Yun Ping pursed his lips, looked up, and glanced at Ye Wentian. "Compared to this, well... judging from your attitude, you're not planning to pay any attention to me."

"I have made my decision. Today, whether you live or die, you must return to the Immortal Capital with me!"

Ye Wentian stared coldly at Yun Ping, his flames intensifying once more. He stood in mid-air, resembling a celestial being descended to earth, his majestic power spreading outwards, causing the cultivators below to tremble and kneel in worship.

The might of Heaven!

Mo Wuhai, whose cultivation level was as high as the Void Realm, couldn't even struggle. He was directly forced to kneel down by the vast power of the Heavenly Dao, his eyes filled with excitement as he looked at Ye Wentian in the sky.

The three great immortals of the Immortal Capital... possess the three direct lineage powers of the Heavenly Dao, the Flame Dao, and the Martial Dao... truly terrifying indeed.

"So you still want to use force, huh..."

Yunping scratched his head and sighed helplessly.

"I really didn't want to take action, but I've already said it, and I'm not like that pigeon apprentice—I'm a man of my word."

"Since you won't listen to my warnings, there's nothing I can do."

"Oh."

Ye Wentian sneered: "Although you have a direct lineage of demonic cultivation that surprises me a little, my direct lineage of the Great Dao is no less than yours."

"Is that so..."

The old rogue shrugged, his dead fish eyes fixed on Ye Wentian: "Since that's what you think... then there's nothing I can do."

Yunping spread his hands, looking at him with an expression that said, "Do as you please."

This attitude clearly displeased Ye Wentian—and also a little puzzled him.

Could it be... that this person possesses another direct descendant of the Great Dao?!

He couldn't help but straighten his expression. He hadn't carefully examined Yun Ping's divine sense before. The direct lineage of the Great Dao is the inheritance of the soul, which will be directly manifested in the divine sense and can even greatly amplify the cultivator's divine sense power.

He frowned slightly. Just in case, he immediately summoned his divine sense. Having integrated the direct lineages of the Heavenly Dao, the Flame Dao, and the Martial Dao, his divine sense alone could easily crush any Void Realm cultivator. So what was wrong with just slightly probing someone's divine sense?

With a hint of wariness, he unleashed his divine sense, and instantly, a terrifying sense of mental pressure enveloped the entire area.

Mo Wuhai and the others groaned, their bodies trembling. In the blink of an eye, all the cultivators present felt a sweetness in their hearts, as if their spiritual consciousness had been almost completely erased!

Simply by unleashing his divine sense, he nearly caused the cultivators present to lose their souls...

too frightening.

If even one of the three great immortals of the Immortal Capital is like this, then what kind of terrifying existence must the supreme and unparalleled Emperor Immortal be?!

Just as everyone was filled with fear of Ye Wentian's terror, Ye Wentian's divine sense finally reached its destination.

He swiftly entered Yunping's soul and arrived at the location of his divine consciousness.

And that's how this investigation came about.

Ye Wentian broke down.

It's truly a breakdown.

His divine sense nearly disintegrated into dust. The blessing from the three direct lineages of the Great Dao was as fragile as paper, utterly unable to protect his divine sense. It was like a piece of paper being rolled into a meat grinder; even if you added three or four more pieces of paper on top, it wouldn't have any effect.

What did he see?

Those who receive the direct transmission of the Great Dao will have a unique mark left in their consciousness, which is proof of the Great Dao's inheritance and proof of its existence.

There are three paths within his consciousness.

And what about Yunping?