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

Ye Wentian trembled, his heart pounding wildly, one hand clenched into a fist, trying to calm himself down.

He breathed heavily, staring at his mutilated right arm, and with a sudden surge of determination, his body trembled.

Hiss--

The steaming blood energy emerged from Ye Wentian's orifices, and the aura of the Great Dao that had been dispersed by Yun Ping's punch suddenly surged forth again.

But this time, it is the breath of martial arts.

A layer of dark, blood-red film covered Ye Wentian's surface, his body suddenly swelled up, and his mutilated right arm regenerated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If the Heavenly Way and the Flame Way don't work... then let's use the Martial Way!

Enveloped in martial arts, Ye Wentian stood up again. He glanced at the expressionless young man in white and said coldly.

"Yunping, I'll remember you. There will be many days to come, and I look forward to the day I see you again!"

After speaking, Ye Wentian did not hesitate at all. He leaped into the air and flew away into the distance.

They ran away?!

That Ye Zunxian from Xiandu... ran away?!

Mo Wuhai's expression was as if he had seen a ghost!

He was the one who said Yunping was just a half-immortal, he was the one who said Yunping was just a lucky nouveau riche, and he was the one who said he would take Yunping away no matter what.

The results of it?

It just ran away with its tail between its legs in such a pathetic state?!

Could it be that even Ye Zunxian of Xiandu... is no match for the Dean of Yuntian Academy?!

"Did I allow you to leave?"

Just as Mo Wuhai was astonished, Yun Ping twisted a void vortex with his backhand.

"Come here!"

He shouted in a deep voice, and in the blink of an eye, an irresistible force spread throughout Ye Wentian's body.

He instinctively wanted to resist, but even with his martial arts skills, he still felt like an ant trying to withstand a mountain falling from the sky—

That was an absolutely irresistible force.

In the blink of an eye, the space shifted, and he suddenly appeared in front of the cloud plane.

The young man in white raised his hand and slapped down!

"You haven't even grown all your hair yet, and you're already calling yourself an immortal?"

boom!

With a single palm strike, Ye Wentian's blood and energy dissipated, and his martial arts enhancement was reduced to ashes.

Ye Wentian was terrified and immediately tried to escape, but Yun Ping did not give him the chance.

"I warned you once, but out of consideration for the preciousness of life, I didn't lay a hand on you this time."

boom!

With another palm strike, Ye Wentian was forced to his knees, his kneecap shattering on the spot!

"You possess the direct lineage of the Great Dao, yet instead of properly fulfilling your role as its successor, you're trying to act tough with me?"

boom!

With the third palm strike, Ye Wentian was slammed into the ground, his neck completely broken, his head and shoulders only connected by a thin layer of skin. He lay on the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, convulsing continuously.

If it weren't for his own strong physical body, Ye Wentian would already be dead by now.

Inside the venue.

No one dared to speak out.

Everyone looked at them as if they were seeing ghosts or spirits, feeling apprehensive and speechless.

"Arrogant? Fine, who hasn't been arrogant or reckless in their youth?"

Yun Ping looked down at Ye Wentian, who was barely clinging to life, and said coldly:

"But arrogance must be backed by ability, and arrogance must be backed by substance. Arrogance without ability is just courting death."

“In ancient times, there were countless direct inheritors of the Great Dao. You are merely a direct inheritor of three Great Daos. In that era, there were many direct inheritors of thirty or three hundred Great Daos. How could you be so arrogant?”

"Besides, I've slaughtered more half-immortals than you have in your entire life. With your meager abilities, you're not qualified to be arrogant in front of me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yunping stomped his right foot on the ground.

With a violent tremor, a small pebble bounced up and was caught in Yunping's hand.

"This is the second warning. I will spare your life instead of killing you."

"But things won't happen more than three times. The third time, I'll destroy you and your immortals together."

Yun Ping casually flicked his wrist, and the pebble instantly transformed into a streak of black light, piercing through the Azure Sea and Sky Formation not far away in an instant.

The tenth-order grand formation, which even saints find difficult to break through, was pierced through by this small pebble in the blink of an eye, and the profound array runes and incantations on its four walls instantly collapsed and disappeared.

Gone.

The tenth-order grand formation... was broken right under everyone's noses by an ordinary pebble.

With a wave of his hand, he defeated the Supreme Immortal; with a flick of his wrist, he shattered the forbidden formation.

The young man in white remained silent after that, only scanning the area with a cold gaze before leaving.

he's gone.

Who dares to stop them?

Mo Wuhai dared not, the sect elders dared not, and the rogue cultivators dared not.

Where is Ip Man-tin?

He lay in a pool of blood, his body convulsing, blood overflowing from his orifices, his suddenly contracted pupils filled only with an indescribable, deep black fear.

Everyone stared intently at the arrogant Immortal Ye Zunxian of the Immortal Capital.

They see it clearly... clearer than anyone else.

Ye Zunxian's physical body shattered, his internal organs were in complete disarray, his meridians were broken and twisted together, and his spiritual root turned into dregs, transforming into a cloud of blood mist.

His soul was torn open with eight large gashes, and the three Great Dao imprints that should have been there were now erased...

Gone.

Everyone understands.

This powerful figure from the Immortal Capital is an invincible expert at the Half-Immortal Realm...

He became a complete cripple, half-dead and useless.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

This chapter was already written this afternoon.

But when I tried to copy the notes on my phone, I accidentally pressed paste... and since my phone doesn't have an undo function, it was all gone...

This chapter had to be rewritten, sigh.

Wanting comfort (hint)

46. ​​Robbery

After leaving the Azure Sky Alliance ruins, the group didn't mention the Azure Sea Pavilion cultivators much.

They were already used to this kind of scene, after all, the scene of a little girl suddenly turning evil and dragging the entire Demonic Sect out a few days ago was still vivid in their minds.

They were clearly more interested in the story Yunping was telling than in such matters.

That story about Qu Wenxue and Liu Xunkong.

"So...I am Qu Wenxue?"

If we were to name the person most affected among them, without a doubt it would be Zhang Ruoxue.

Her appearance was exactly the same as Qu Wenxue's. As expected, it was no coincidence. She and Qu Wenxue were not reincarnations or ancestors.

She is Qu Wenxue herself.

"However, your memories of Qu Wenxue were completely erased, and after the demonic energy in your body was extracted, you turned into an infant. You should have returned to normal, but Liu Xunkong froze your time, keeping you in the form of an infant. This restriction was automatically lifted after you were taken away from the sealing formation by a mortal."

"..."

Zhang Ruoxue fell silent.

Her expression shifted several times, her eyes flashing with complex emotions. She gripped the strap of the wine gourd tightly with her right hand and bit her lower lip lightly.

After a long pause, he finally spoke in a low voice:

"So, I'm not my parents' biological daughter..."

"Yes."

Yunping did not hide anything, but laid out all the facts in front of Zhang Ruoxue.

He could have buried this past completely, or even fabricated countless lies to make Zhang Ruoxue, this silly girl, believe that her own background had nothing to do with Qu Wenxue.

But he didn't intend to hide the truth, because it was Zhang Ruoxue's past, a past that Zhang Ruoxue had to face no matter what, a past she couldn't give up.

If one day, when Zhang Ruoxue transforms her tribulations and awakens her true self, she suddenly sees a memory that does not belong to her, it will only bring her harm, not benefit.

Rather than doing that, it's better to tell her the truth now.

Zhang Ruoxue lowered her head, slowly extended her left hand, and grasped the broken elixir hanging around her neck, her hand trembling slightly.

The honest and kind couple she remembered, the small village that held her childhood memories...

Actually... it doesn't belong to her...

Those weren't her biological parents, and she wasn't the eldest daughter of the Zhang family in Jinglin Village...

She is Qu Wenxue, not Zhang Ruoxue.

Snapped!