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

As far as I can remember, this surname seems to have never left the country.

There is not a single family with the surname Yun in Cangyue City. Even if there were, they would probably be ordinary people, just mortals. And mortals, let alone entering this mass grave, would be affected by the demonic energy within the mass grave if they even got within a hundred meters. At best, they would lose their minds and go crazy; at worst, they would be annihilated, their bodies and souls destroyed, and they would die on the spot.

In other words—this young man who calls himself Yunping is either fabricating a false name to deceive us, or…

Thinking of this, Ren Yao couldn't help but tremble and timidly glanced back.

The owner of that ordinary-looking face was casually looking around, as if the things in Cangyue City were very rare to him.

His gait was relaxed and carefree, his steps casual, as if he were strolling down the street.

Yunping was indeed very free, because he knew that there was no use in being anxious.

Looking at the changes in Cangyue City that were completely different from those of thirty years ago, Yunping silently sighed that things had changed and people were no longer the same. Then he thought of his group of silly disciples.

Ye Yuchan, Zhang Ruoxue... and those other troublesome apprentices.

Where are they hanging out right now?

The old rogue didn't know.

Yes, he really didn't know.

Because he had changed bodies, even if the magic array he had set up on his disciples could be triggered, he would not be able to receive any information. He used to rely on that array to locate himself, but now he no longer had the ability to do so.

More importantly—

He cannot use his divine sense now.

"that……"

While he was pondering, he saw Ren Yao, who was petite and looked fearful, stop in his tracks and ask in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Although it's rude to ask... but... but does Mr. Yun really know my maternal grandfather?"

"You should know her, right?" The old rogue rubbed his chin and chuckled. "I have quite a history with her."

"But Mr. Yun looks to be no more than twenty years old..."

“Cultivators with some cultivation can easily preserve their youth. Although they can’t maintain a youthful appearance forever, they can at least suppress their aging process—that’s common sense, right?”

"But Mr. Ke Yun clearly has no cultivation..."

Yes.

Ren Yao had already thoroughly examined Yun Ping's entire body using her penetrating technique. She discovered that there was absolutely no spiritual energy fluctuation in the person in front of her. Not to mention cultivation techniques, he didn't even have a spiritual root!

Such a person is no different from any ordinary person you could see on the street.

Does Ke Yunping look like an ordinary person?

Not like.

Ren Yao didn't believe that any mortal could crawl out of the mass grave, and completely ignored the demonic energy there.

Therefore, she found it strange, and even a little scared—because behind the gentle demeanor of the young man in front of her lay countless unknowns that she could not see through at all.

People are always afraid of the unknown.

"It's a very complicated matter~" Yunping smiled and replied, "If I had to explain it, it's probably like I got into a fight with some lunatic somewhere, which resulted in my original physical body being destroyed. Then my souls fought each other until both of us were reduced to ashes. After that, I was reborn using some special method."

……

After listening, Ren Yao shrank back and muttered under her breath, "Mr. Mingming's words sound like he's making up a story..."

The old rogue chuckled, then raised his head and looked up at the azure sky.

"Just like you didn't make up a story, I didn't lie either."

In his line of sight—

Above the heavens, at the very top of the sky imprinted on this world, lies an indescribable rift.

At first glance, it seemed as if a huge rift had been torn open in the sky, almost spanning the entire sky. At the center of the rift was a realm of nothingness beyond sight, where the darkness transformed into endless brilliance, rapidly spreading outwards.

Endless starlight twinkled upon it, and from afar, the terrifying crack appeared to be the same size as the blazing sun high in the sky. A single glance was enough to reveal the wondrous mysteries hidden within.

According to Ren Yao, that place is called the Immortal Demon River.

It is a mark left by the Immortal Emperor and Demon Emperor who fought a great battle in the Extreme Heaven Domain ten years ago.

The mark of war.

It is said that the battle of true immortals tore apart and destroyed part of the space outside the three great heavens, so looking up from within the three great heavens, it was as if the sky had been torn open.

It was after this war between immortals and demons that the Immortal Capital and the Demon Dynasty went to war in full force. Now, the most intense war is taking place in the Extreme Heaven Domain, one of the three great heaven domains.

Staring at the so-called Immortal-Demon River, Yun Ping smiled faintly—if conditions allowed, he would quite like to meet these two self-proclaimed true immortals.

However, he had only just been reborn, and his divine sense had not yet recovered, so he could not use it to search for people for a short time. This was why Yun Ping did not directly use his divine sense to scan the three great heavens and summon all his disciples.

He still has to find those foolish apprentices one by one.

Ren Yao sighed. Although she didn't believe what Yun Ping said, she didn't dare to refute him. What if this mysterious old man got into a bad mood and stewed her up and ate her?

Thinking of this, she didn't know what to do, so she could only continue to lead Yunping to the gate of the Ranshan Sect.

Ranshan School.

Nestled among nine peaks, shrouded in clouds and brimming with spiritual energy, each peak has a mountain eye at its summit, where the spiritual energy is incredibly rich. Even those with poor cultivation talent can achieve twice the results with half the effort by cultivating in the mountain eye.

It is precisely because of this auspicious location that the Ranshan Sect has achieved a dominant position in the competition within Cangyue City. Even now, many sects still covet these nine peaks, wishing they could directly bring all nine mountains into their own sects.

However, entering the mountain gate of the Ranshan Sect was much easier than Yunping had imagined.

After passing through the gap between the two peaks and entering the mountain gate, you are greeted by the Three Platforms Mystic Hall. In front of the Mystic Hall are a martial arts arena, a reading room, and a tea pavilion. There are also many cultivators around who are exchanging skills, chatting and having fun.

To the old rogue's surprise, everyone who saw Ren Yao along the way would bow and clasp their hands in respect, addressing her as "Senior Sister" with utmost deference.

"It seems you hold a high position in the Ranshan Sect?"

"Well... that's not true at all." Ren Yao scratched her face shyly. "It's just that because I'm an inner disciple and have some connection with my maternal grandfather, more people in the outer sect know me."

It turned out to be the case.

"So, that maternal grandfather was highly respected in your Ranshan Sect?"

"Of course!" Ren Yao's eyes lit up with excitement at the mention of her maternal grandmother. She clenched her little fists and said excitedly, "Although my maternal grandmother's cultivation level isn't particularly high, it's still one of the best in our Cangyue City. Besides, she's very patient with us disciples, a very kind person, and a beautiful woman too!"

Yunping blinked, couldn't help but chuckle, and then asked, "Does she have any particular obsession with money?"

"money?"

Ren Yao was taken aback upon hearing this, then nodded: "Indeed, after the sect leader was saved by my maternal grandfather, he intended to send him a magic weapon, but my maternal grandfather asked for thirty million gold coins instead of that precious magic weapon."

"As expected..."

Yunping slapped his forehead; that really did seem like something that girl would do.

In fact, although Yunping could not use his divine sense, the moment he saw Ren Yao, he knew that the flat-chested, greedy silly girl was basically inseparable from the Ranshan Sect.

If you ask why—

He glanced at Ren Yao, and even without divine sense, he could still tell that Ren Yao was practicing the second cultivation technique.

It was none other than Ye Yuchan's "Thousand Blades" technique!

However, Ren Yao's "Thousand Blades" was modified, and its effect was slightly worse than the original technique, but the difficulty of cultivation was reduced. It is likely that the girl herself improved it.

With Ye Yuchan's monstrous talent, achieving this shouldn't be too difficult.

"Junior Sister Ren?"

While the two were talking, someone nearby had already spotted Ren Yao's figure.

Ren Yao turned around and saw the person who had come. Her face lit up with joy, and she quickly went over to them.

"Senior Sister Li!"

"Junior Sister Ren, you're back from the Demon Purification Realm?"

The speaker was a tall female cultivator who wore a light blue Taoist robe, had her long hair tied up with a blue hairpin, and wore light makeup.

She looked at Ren Yao with some surprise, her face still showing signs of anxiety.

"Um... something came up, so I got back a little early..."

Ren Yao nestled in the woman's arms, feeling a little aggrieved, and couldn't help but turn around to look at Yun Ping.

At the same time, the woman also saw the ordinary-looking man behind Ren Yao, whom she had never seen before.

With her eyebrows slightly furrowed, she protected Ren Yao as if she were her own child, and her eyes were filled with vigilance when she looked at Yun Ping—it was as if she were wary of a villain.

"Who is this person?" she asked, looking down.

"This...this..."

Ren Yao glanced at the woman, then looked back at Yun Ping, her body trembling slightly.

To be honest, I doubt even my own senior sister would believe it.

Even if she believed it, given her senior sister's personality, she might just start a fight with Yunping... If they really fought, who knows who would win or lose?

Thinking of the mysterious and unpredictable fear that Yun Ping evoked, Ren Yao paused, then said nervously:

"This...this is my...my uncle."

……

The woman's expression immediately became quite something.

Even Yunping couldn't help but slap his forehead—Ren Yao's thought process was quite interesting. She could have made up an older brother or younger brother, or even the barber Wang at the village entrance, but she insisted on making up an old man.

The old rogue smiled helplessly and simply went along with Ren Yao's words: "Yes, I am her uncle."

The woman's expression became even more interesting.

"He's just a bit of a young heartthrob, don't mind him."

This is no longer at the level of a young heartthrob...

The woman was at a loss for words. She glanced at Yun Ping, then turned her gaze back to Ren Yao, her tone becoming more reproachful: "Why did you bring mortals into the mountain gate again? Last time it was a few children, and this time it's... an old man. The Ranshan Sect has been quite unsettled lately, so don't drag mortals into this."

"We...we just want to see our maternal grandfather..."

"To meet the maternal grandfather?"

The woman was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then suddenly realized what was going on.

She then remembered what she had wanted to tell Ren Yao earlier.