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

As if she were holding something extremely dangerous, the female cultivator's eyes were filled with undisguised fear, and she quickly handed it to Yunping.

After Yunping took the jade, he weighed it in his hand for a moment, glanced at it casually, and couldn't help but squint.

He looked up, choosing not to put the jade away, but instead looked at the swordsman and asked knowingly, "What is this thing?"

"You don't need to talk so much nonsense."

The man glanced at Yun Ping impatiently, then stood up and said coldly, "After the job is done, you will receive 50,000 gold coins as a reward. Since you are related to Junior Sister Ren Yao, it is naturally not a problem for you to enter Senior Sister Li's cave. I am a little jealous of you for getting 50,000 gold coins for doing such a simple thing."

"Oh?" Yunping chuckled. "Then why don't you go yourself?"

"Didn't I tell you to stop talking so much nonsense?!"

The man showed considerable impatience with Yunping. He walked up to Yunping with an unfriendly expression and stood there.

He then revealed an extremely contemptuous smile.

"Listen up, mortal, this is a good job for you. By doing this, you won't cause any trouble for Junior Sister Ren Yao, and you'll also get 50,000 gold coins. You know that's no small amount."

"For a mortal like you, that's a fortune that you might not be able to spend in most of your life. All you need to do is put it into Li Junxiao's cave without saying a word."

Immense wealth...

Fifty thousand gold coins...

Yunping's lips twitched. He was not only not tempted by the number 50,000, he even wanted to laugh.

But on second thought, for ordinary people, 50,000 is indeed a very tempting number.

but--

Yunping wasn't stupid; he could tell what kind of jade he was holding.

This jade stone contains several not particularly complex formations and spells. If this jade stone remains stationary in a certain place for a long time, it will emit a colorless and odorless gas.

Any cultivator who inhales this gas will experience some degree of blockage in their meridians, leading to stagnation of spiritual energy and disorder of their spiritual roots.

Few cultivators knew that it was the magic array within the jade stone that caused it; most cultivators probably just felt that they had reached a bottleneck or were in poor condition.

If one inhales this gas for a long time, it will not only cause a blockage of spiritual energy, but one's cultivation level may even decline.

This was undoubtedly fatal for Li Junxiao, who was about to face a life-or-death battle.

As for the swordsman in front of him, even a fool could tell who sent him.

—If you don't want to leave any evidence against yourself or get your hands dirty, then you'll have your subordinates do it for you...

Qin Guang does have some tricks up his sleeve.

Seeing Yun Ping remain silent with a slight smile on his lips, the sword cultivator felt a nameless fire surge in his heart.

He sneered, his face full of threat: "You don't have that much time to think..."

He looked down at the ants that kept moving forward, grinned, stretched out his foot, and stepped on them.

The sword cultivator kept twisting the toes of his shoes, and at the same time, he said coldly to Yun Ping, "Do you know? To cultivators, there is no difference between mortals and ants. Since you are Ren Yao's relative, you should know this principle."

"You have no ability to refuse. Putting aside what will happen to your family's Ren Yao after you refuse, you yourself will probably not be able to save your life."

The word "life" was uttered.

Several outer sect cultivators surrounded Yun Ping behind the sword cultivator, their faces bearing faint, wicked smiles.

The situation is already quite clear.

If Yun Ping doesn't do it, I'm afraid this group of sword cultivators won't let him leave today.

"I see……"

Yunping nodded knowingly and glanced back at the houses in the distance.

Uncle Ding was still fast asleep inside the house, seemingly unaware of what had happened.

In that case...

The old rogue glanced down at the jade in his hand, then smiled, shook his head, and casually tossed the jade aside.

"Although the 50,000 gold coins are very... um... very tempting, I can still refuse."

"Ok?"

The swordsman frowned, his expression turned cold, and his right hand was already poised to strike.

Do you know what rejection means?

His eyes were full of malice towards Yun Ping, as if he looked down on ordinary people like Yun Ping.

The old rogue spread his hands and smiled innocently: "I really don't know. Why don't you teach me?"

"court death!"

With a flick of his spiritual energy, the swordsman unleashed a sword strike like a dragon, its sharp edge flashing past in an instant, aimed directly at Yun Ping's vulnerable neck.

He certainly wouldn't kill Yunping directly; this was just a deterrent.

however--

Snapped!

The old rogue raised his hand and slapped the swordsman across the face. The swordsman only saw a blur before his eyes, and then a sharp pain suddenly shot through his cheek. He was sent flying, sword and all, rolling sideways on the ground several times.

When they finally stopped, his right cheek was covered in a horrific bloody welt, and the orifices on his face were smashed open, with blood flowing uncontrollably.

Upon seeing this, the other outer sect cultivators hurriedly thrust their swords at Yun Ping.

But as soon as the sword was drawn, their right hands, which were holding the sword, were violently impacted, and they felt their right arms go numb in the blink of an eye.

Bang bang bang!

The punches were like shadows; they didn't even see how many punches Yun Ping threw before their consciousness was forcibly severed. By the time they regained their senses, they were already kneeling on the ground, their knees, abdomens, and limbs all suffering varying degrees of injury.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Only then did they feel the pain.

Too fast...

They had no idea what had happened; all they knew was that they drew their swords, but before they could hit their target, they were sent flying, sword and all.

It is not a magic incantation, not a magic array, not a talisman.

It's just a fist, a fist without any spiritual energy.

Yun Ping slowly walked to the swordsman who was lying on the ground convulsing, with half of his face covered in blood, and gave him a cold glance.

The swordsman trembled, looking at Yun Ping with a face full of fear.

"You...you're not a mortal...why..."

A mortal without spiritual energy... or even a mortal without spiritual roots!

In the presence of cultivators, mortals are like ants, easily killed as many as they want!

But now... how did it turn out like this?!

"You keep talking about mortals, what, do you think cultivators are superior to mortals?"

"There is no distinction between noble and lowly people; cultivators and mortals are the same."

"What matters is always yourself, not external identities like monk or mortal."

The old rogue looked at him calmly, "Back in the day, even Martial Emperors started as mortals and forged their unparalleled bodies. Underestimating mortals will come at a price."

"As for the cost..."

You'll find out.

A gentle smile involuntarily appeared on Yunping's face.

That smile... to the sword cultivator, was like the smile of a demon descending.

……

A few minutes later.

Perhaps influenced by Yunping's loud slap, Uncle Ding quickly came out of the house.

Even so, he still didn't seem to have slept well, with dark circles under his eyes and looking very tired.

Upon arriving at the center of the manor, Uncle Ding saw Yunping—the old man was lying in a rocking chair as always, enjoying the cool shade under a tree, except that Yunping now had a folding fan in his hand, slowly fanning himself.

"Uncle Yun, lunchtime..."

Before the word "good" could even be uttered, Uncle Ding was terrified by the sight before him.

Right there in those three spirit fields, in the unexplored wasteland...

Several heads, bruised and swollen, almost unrecognizable, were groaning in pain.

Good heavens... what's going on?

How did several human heads suddenly grow out of my own spiritual field?

Ding Bo stared blankly at Yun Ping. Clearly, he knew that this old man was probably the one who did it.

But Yunping was still muttering to himself...

"Dig a hole, fill it with soil, and count one, two, three, four, five..."

Uncle Ding's lips twitched, and he hurriedly asked, "Grandpa... what's wrong...?"

Upon hearing Ding Bo's question, the old rogue turned around and glanced at the old man, pondered for two seconds, and then said with a smile.

"If I said I was trying to cultivate people and see if I'd harvest a bunch of cultivators next fall... would you believe me?"

Ding Bo: "..."

If conditions allowed, he would love to say something to Yunping.

mdzz.

7. Who are you?

Compared to Yunping, Ding Bo didn't seem to have any intention of continuing to make things difficult for the group of cultivators. After digging the bruised and dazed guys out of the ground, he simply sent them away from the manor.

Ding Bo naturally knew that it was probably this group of cultivators who had come to cause trouble, which led to their current predicament. He didn't bother to ask Yun Ping what had happened, but silently sent away the sword cultivator who had been cursing and swearing before leaving, claiming he would find someone to deal with Yun Ping.