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

"I fought back a little..."

Ren Yao's gaze lingered on Yun Ping, her expression becoming somewhat dazed.

Meanwhile, Ding Bo, who was buried in the ground, looked at his young mistress Ren Yao and asked, "Miss, who exactly is this person?"

"Ah... in that case..."

Ren Yao was about to introduce Ding Bo to him, but seeing Ding Bo's aggrieved expression, like a white radish buried in the ground, she could only awkwardly laugh twice.

"Let's get out first and then talk about it..."

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"Are you here to see your maternal grandfather?"

After some explanation, Ding Bo finally accepted the fact that Yun Ping was not an intruder.

However, his aged yet solemn face and the hostility that was about to burst forth from his short body revealed that he had not completely let his guard down against Yun Ping.

Especially after that battle.

No—that couldn't even be considered a battle.

Ding Bo gazed at the young man lying in the rocking chair under the shade of the tree, his eyes closed contentedly, looking like an elderly person enjoying his retirement. His brows furrowed involuntarily.

As he attacked Yunping from behind, preparing to subdue this suspicious person, he clearly felt a hand on his shoulder. In the blink of an eye, his spiritual energy, cultivation techniques, and everything else, even his soul and consciousness, vanished in that instant.

By the time he came to his senses, he had already been buried in the ground.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation since becoming a cultivator. If Ren Yao hadn't appeared, he would have truly thought it was just a nightmare.

"Miss, do you really not think there's anything wrong with this Mr. Yun...?"

"A problem?" Ren Yao looked at the young man under the shade of the tree from afar and pouted. "I don't think there's anything wrong with him. It's just that Mr. Yun looks very strange, but he doesn't seem like a bad person."

"Whether it's good or bad, who would wear their true nature on their sleeve?"

Ding Bo remained extremely wary of Yun Ping, especially after the other party displayed that strange strength, he felt even more strongly that this person was not to be trifled with.

Although the other party had no spiritual energy in his body and no precious magical artifacts around him, he gave people the feeling of being an invisible and intangible wisp of smoke.

Nobody knows what's behind the smoke.

Ding Bo sighed helplessly, his eyes full of pity for Ren Yao: "Miss, you are still inexperienced and cannot distinguish between good and bad in this world, nor do you have any sense of self-protection... This Mr. Yun is mysterious and unpredictable, even I can't do anything about him. Is it really okay to leave him here?"

"This……"

For a moment, Ren Yao didn't know what to do.

When she learned that Ding Bo had been buried in the ground by Yun Ping, she was extremely surprised, because others might not know, but Ren Yao knew Ding Bo's strength.

Infancy period.

Yes, Ding Bo has the same cultivation level as Elder Jiufeng, and even surpasses that of most elders.

Yet this powerful Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't even scratch Yun Ping.

This air of mystery is completely at odds with the young man's appearance.

however--

“Mr. Yun is only here to see my maternal grandfather… and he doesn’t have any demonic energy on him, so he shouldn’t be a demon in disguise, therefore…”

Ren Yao's meaning is already very clear.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Ding was taken aback at first, but then, seemingly having anticipated this situation, he didn't show much shock, only letting out a helpless sigh: "Alright, since this is Miss's decision..."

"Okay." Ren Yao nodded, glancing back at Yun Ping who was resting under the tree. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Uncle Ding... I have to go now."

"Miss, walk slowly."

After explaining some matters concerning the manor, Ren Yao left the manor again.

Ding Bo, on the other hand, approached the young man who was resting under the tree without any sense of caution, with steady and slightly cautious steps.

It was noon.

Under the blazing sun, the light that should have been blinding was blocked by several trees that grew close together in the manor. Like specks of light in the darkness, a few specks of light fell on the young man, and instead of feeling scorching, they added a touch of comfortable warmth.

Yunping lay lazily in the chair, looking just like an old man enjoying the afternoon, his eyes half-closed, quite content.

Ding Bo stood behind Yun Ping, his hands behind his back, just standing there without saying a word, simply staring at Yun Ping.

After a short while, noticing the unwavering gaze, the old rogue couldn't help but look at the dense green leaves and say, "Uncle Ding, I can't sleep with you staring at me like that."

Ding Bo remained silent for a few seconds, his face still showing a chilling expression: "I was just doing my duty."

"Does being dutiful mean you don't need to stare at me like this?" Yunping knew Ding Bo's concerns all too well, and immediately said calmly, "Don't be so nervous. I'm only here at Ranshan Sect to find an old friend. It's for Ren Yao's sake, and it's also for the sake of Ranshan Sect. I have no ill intentions."

"It just seems like there's no malice involved."

Looks like I've really stirred up a lot of hatred...

Faced with Ding Bo's obvious hostility, Yun Ping could only chuckle and gaze at the vast spiritual field in front of him, which was covered with dozens of kinds of spiritual plants. He asked, "Did you cultivate this spiritual field?"

Ding Bo frowned slightly, puzzled as to why Yun Ping would suddenly ask this.

He hesitated for a long time before replying, "These were planted by me, and the others were too."

"Your planting skills are quite good." Yunping didn't hold back his praise: "You've done a great job in all aspects. It's obvious you've put in a lot of effort."

"That's natural."

Mentioning Lingtian, Uncle Ding straightened his back proudly, and even his tone became more arrogant.

"I have been studying the art of cultivating spiritual fields for countless years. I can recite the secret teachings of the Qin Nong Yu Sect from ancient times and the ancient books on spiritual fields left behind by Bei Tian Xuan Lao and others. When it comes to the art of cultivation, I have really not seen many people who are more proficient than me."

Yunping nodded, neither refuting nor agreeing, but said with a touch of emotion, "I used to have a disciple who loved farming. I wonder if he's still farming now..."

"Disciple?"

"Let's leave that aside for now."

Yunping waved his hand, temporarily interrupting the topic.

He glanced briefly at Uncle Ding, whose right leg was clearly injured, and then quickly looked at his knee before turning back to gaze at the three spirit fields.

"Have you tried using medicinal plants to make medicine?"

"What medicine?"

"Medicine for treating legs."

Ding Bo subconsciously looked down at his right knee. The excruciating pain instantly spread throughout his body. He frowned and snorted coldly, "If it were useful, I would have tried it long ago."

"The only spiritual plant in this world capable of healing my leg injury can be found in the Kun Tian Domain, and it is extremely rare. Its leaves alone cost tens of millions of gold coins. To completely cure it... unless..."

"Three ounces and one mace of this herb."

Before he could finish speaking...

Yunping then interrupted him.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if he knew this spiritual field by heart.

"One tael and two mace of Biji Zhuhong, forty-five pieces of Huangxin leaves, four taels of Tuxiang, three mace of Baizawa flower stamens, two mace of Jinzhu grass..."

Yunping rattled off the names of more than ten kinds of spiritual plants, and these... were all spiritual plants that already existed on Ding Bo's three spiritual fields.

"Use these spiritual plants to brew medicine. Use a gentle fire for three incense sticks, a strong fire for seven incense sticks, and a cool fire for one incense stick. Take it four times a day."

"The leg injury healed on its own within half a month."

……

Ding Bo listened to the string of words and was stunned.

He naturally knew all about these spiritual plants, and he had even tried combining many of them to make medicine, but the effects had nothing to do with healing.

The words that Yunping uttered... sounded quite true.

Ding Bo took a deep breath and said coldly, "Do you think I would believe such a thing?"

"You might as well give it a try."

The old rogue didn't seem to care much: "I just feel that if your legs, which have been corrupted by demonic energy, aren't treated soon, your cultivation level might be in jeopardy in a few years."

Demonic energy is corrupting!

Upon hearing those four words, Ding Bo's pupils constricted sharply.

His leg injury... he never said what the cause was.

Moreover, the demonic energy in the meridians of his right leg had disappeared, leaving only the scars caused by the demonic energy... Logically speaking, without using divine sense to scan, it should be impossible to see what caused the injury to his leg.

But the young man in front of them... did not use his divine sense, but only glanced at him briefly.

"you……"

Ding Bo took a deep breath and stared at Yun Ping with horror: "Who exactly are you?"

"I?"

Yunping crossed his legs, lay on the recliner, smiled faintly, squinted his eyes, and gazed at the lush green leaves, enjoying the sunshine with utter contentment.

"I'm actually just a..."

……

three days later.

"Grandpa, you're my real grandpa!"

Ren Yao felt that things were developing too fast.

Just three days ago, Uncle Ding was telling her, "Miss, you must be careful of that Mr. Yun." Now, he was standing beside Yun Ping like a butler, his face beaming with obsequiousness.

Not only that, he was also dressed in black clothes that he had somehow acquired, and was carrying a snow-white jade plate with a pot of hot tea and teacups on it.

"Here, sir, please have some tea..."

With a rather chilling smile on his face, Uncle Ding had completely transformed into Yun Ping's personal butler, respectfully serving Yun Ping tea.

The young man smiled faintly, took the teacup, took a sip, and then put the teacup back.

"How's the medicine I told you about working?"

Mentioning this, Uncle Ding's eyes almost lit up: "Thanks to the old man, the treatment was quite amazing... and there were absolutely no side effects!"