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

Yunping had never seen this person before, but when he saw her, he showed no surprise whatsoever.

He knew that the maternal grandfather of the Ranshan Sect was not his own silver-haired maid, Ye Yuchan.

the reason is simple.

Ye Yuchan's physical body was reshaped, forged from the essence of gray earth—gray sand, one of the twenty-one ultimate forms. Her body was of the highest quality, making her immune to all poisons and impervious to swords and spears.

—The price is a flat chest.

Although it was my own fault...

Ahem, let's get back to the main topic.

Since Ye Yuchan possesses an ultimate body, how could she possibly be poisoned by mere poisonous creatures? Let alone expelling the poison and healing her wounds, Ye Yuchan's silly body probably wouldn't even be able to penetrate the venomous fangs of those so-called poisonous creatures.

Therefore, before arriving at his maternal grandfather's manor, Yunping had already guessed that he would be greeted by a stranger.

His gaze lingered on the woman, and as a guest of the Ranshan Sect, Yunping's tone still carried a degree of respect.

He casually bowed, without lowering his head, looking directly at the woman, and said calmly:

"My name is Yunping. I have met the maternal grandfather of the Ranshan Sect."

The cold-faced woman frowned slightly as she stood on the steps, looking down at Yun Ping.

During the time that Yunping was scrutinizing her, she was also scrutinizing Yunping.

No matter where she looked, she couldn't see anything unusual about the person in front of her. His meridians were blocked, and his abdomen was empty of spiritual roots. He didn't seem like a cultivator with any level of cultivation.

She glanced at Ren Yao, who was standing next to Yun Ping with her head down, and her gaze softened slightly.

"I heard you're related to Ren Yao? Why do you have such an unusual surname?"

“I am only her maternal relative; in terms of seniority, we are not close.”

"I see."

The woman's eyes were slightly cool, her hands were placed in front of her, and she gazed at Yun Ping with dignified manner.

She paused for a moment, then went straight to the point—

"Why have you come looking for me? I don't remember ever seeing you before."

Finally, you've asked the right question.

Faced with this question, Yunping did not react, but simply turned around and glanced at Ren Yao, who was obediently shrinking her head.

He grinned, showing no fear towards the maternal grandfather of the Ranshan Sect, but rather a hint of curiosity.

"I just want to ask, was the cultivation technique that my maternal grandfather practiced taught to you by a silver-haired woman?"

"!!"

This statement came out.

The woman's expression was extremely shocked. With one hand, she moved like a roaring dragon, and a mysterious sword appeared in her palm. The space rippled and the shockwaves rose and fell. In the instant the ripples rose, her body was like a phantom, and her feathered robes fluttered.

Ren Yao only saw a flash of green feathers before her eyes, and the next instant, the sharp edge of the Xuan sword was pressed against the young man's neck. Just two more inches in, and it would be enough to take his life.

"Master Grandma!"

Upon seeing this, Ren Yao exclaimed in surprise, never expecting that her maternal grandfather would suddenly attack Yun Ping.

The woman's expression was icy, she didn't even glance at Ren Yao, her incredulous gaze fixed on Yun Ping.

Facing the composed young man, who seemed oblivious to the sword at his neck, the woman coldly questioned, "You can see through my martial arts?"

This completely defies common sense.

Because Yun Ping didn't circulate his spiritual energy or use any cultivation techniques, yet he mentioned the silver-haired woman.

That mysterious woman who remains vivid in my memory to this day.

Yun Ping remained unfazed, his tone as calm as ever:

"I am unworthy, but I was once blessed by a great being, which allowed me to see through the flow of spiritual energy and the meridians."

Upon hearing this, the woman frowned, and her tone changed slightly. "That powerful being, is that the silver-haired woman you mentioned?"

Yunping did not deny this.

"She gave it to me. She said that I was destined to have it, so she bestowed this method upon me. However, I have no intention of cultivating immortality."

"Upon seeing Ren Yao and my maternal grandfather's cultivation techniques today, I was reminded of that great master. I originally thought that the great master who taught Ren Yao the techniques was you, but I didn't expect that I had found the wrong person."

—That old rogue had no intention of telling the truth at all.

Firstly, even if I said something like, "The person who taught you the techniques is actually my disciple," I doubt they would believe me.

Secondly, as an outsider, if I directly ask Ye Yuchan about her whereabouts, she might not trust me and might not tell me the truth.

Therefore, lying to a certain extent is still necessary.

……

Yunping's statement did not contain any obvious flaws.

The woman remained silent for a few seconds, then gave Yun Ping a strange look before turning around and placing the Xuan Sword down. She then asked, "What business do you have with that powerful figure?"

“Some personal matters. That powerful person once entrusted me with a task, and now that it is done, I want to find her.”

"Personal matters..."

For some reason, the woman didn't feel that Yunping was telling the truth.

But she couldn't see through Yunping's lies and could only go along with his wishes.

This feeling made her subconsciously develop an unusual fear of Yunping.

The woman took a deep breath and said:

"Since it's a private matter, I won't pry further."

"As for that powerful figure..."

The woman casually tossed the sword into her storage ring, then turned her back to Yun Ping, preventing him from seeing her solemn face.

Those cold words echoed in my ears:

"I'm sorry, the mysterious master who taught me the technique is elusive. Although I have some connection with her, she is a bit strange and we don't interact much."

So, you don't know where she is?

"They should still be in Cangyue City at this moment, but I don't know exactly where they are."

Given the vast size of Cangyue City, a thorough search would obviously be too time-consuming.

However, Yunping at least knew that Ye Yuchan was still in Cangyue City, so there was still a chance to see her.

After answering Yunping's question, the woman stepped into the house, turned her back to the two of them, and said calmly.

"Let's call it a day. I'm tired. Please go back now."

When he said this, Yunping noticed that the maternal grandfather of the Ranshan Sect seemed to be looking into the room, and his expression was particularly unnatural.

He frowned, but after thinking it over, he didn't ask any further questions.

"...Then I won't bother you any longer."

Having obtained the information he needed, Yunping had no intention of lingering there and turned to walk out of the manor.

Now that they know that the maternal grandfather of the Ranshan Sect is not their own Xiaoyuchan, there is no point in staying in this manor any longer.

"Grandfather, I shall take my leave now."

Ren Yao glanced at the woman, bowed respectfully, and then hurriedly caught up with Yun Ping.

……

crunch--

The sound of the gate closing.

Leaning against the wooden door, the woman first breathed a sigh of relief, then her eyes turned icy cold again.

She turned her head slightly to look at the face illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window, and couldn't help but bite her lower lip.

It was an old face, with a continuous beard, thin eyes and a long face, wearing a long purple-black robe, and a cold smile on his lips.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his long white beard twitched twice.

"Grandfather, was that person just now a relative of Ren Yao?"

A hint of displeasure and wariness flashed in the woman's eyes. Leaning against the door, she said calmly, "He doesn't look like someone who can defeat an inner disciple."

"It just doesn't look like it. Maybe he's hiding a lot more. After all, he and you are both victims of that woman's influence."

"Jinhe!"

The woman's eyes widened, and she immediately shouted the old man's name angrily: "You are an elder of the three peaks of the Ranshan Sect, yet you lay a hand on Ren Yao, an inner disciple. Don't you feel ashamed?!"

Jin He couldn't help but sneer, "I'm not just an elder of the Three Peaks now, but one of the Seven Cave Masters under the Demon Dynasty. As for shame..."

"Crushing an ant is just a trivial matter; he doesn't deserve to make me feel any shame."

The woman trembled with anger, her eyes glaring fiercely at Jin He, her fists clenched tightly. "Jin He... he's just a mortal, and Ren Yao is just an ordinary inner disciple. Don't drag them into this!"

"A mere mortal can beat Li Zhe and the others to a pulp? Ha, I think you've really misjudged this maternal grandfather."

Yes.

Not long ago, he learned what Yunping had been doing at the Ren family manor—

With lightning speed, they beat Li Zhe, an inner disciple swordsman of the Ranshan Sect, until he was black and blue, while the other outer disciples were powerless to fight back.

Such strength is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Faced with Jin He's explanation, the woman was momentarily speechless.

How could she not see that the young man was different from others? She just didn't want to admit it, because once she did—

Then both Ren Yao and Yun Ping will become threats.

The threat of the Demon Dynasty.

"Ugh……"

Jin He let out a long sigh, feigning a sigh of admiration, slowly stood up, transformed into a black shadow, and suddenly appeared in front of the woman.