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

He glanced at Yun Ping and couldn't help but say, "Uncle Yun, isn't that ring you gave me a bit too valuable? Miss Ren has always had a bad habit of being forgetful. What if she loses it..."

"It's alright." Yunping waved his hand, then crossed his legs. "Anyway, that thing isn't a Buddhist ring at all; it's just a ring I randomly picked up."

……

Ding Bo was startled and asked in astonishment, "But just now, after Miss Ren put on that ring, she said there were changes."

"It's just psychological. That ring is useless. I put it on her just so she can feel more at ease."

Ding Bo: "..."

You're really cunning and sly.

The thought of his Miss Ren Yao still cherishing that ring like a treasure made Uncle Ding chuckle.

That girl got tricked by Grandpa Yun...

He shook his head with a wry smile, watched Yunping slowly get up from the rocking chair, then looked in the direction Ren Yao had gone, and remained silent for a few seconds.

Only after that did he gaze into the distance, and when he opened his mouth—heavy words slowly escaped his lips.

"This purification... is a bit strange."

"Oh?" Yun Ping glanced back at Ding Bo with a slightly puzzled look, narrowing his eyes as if he had already guessed the reason: "Because the interval is too short?"

"Hmm." Uncle Ding nodded, his eyes darkening slightly. "Previously, Miss Ren would go once a month, and the sect's purification rituals wouldn't be that frequent. Besides, this time it was the sect that assigned Miss Ren to go."

"You suspect something's fishy?"

"Sir, don't you... think so?"

Ding Bo's question made Yun Ping smile.

He could naturally tell.

He had beaten up Qin Guang's underlings, and the other party hadn't reacted at all after so long. He hadn't even come to kill them or bother them.

Clearly, the other party had other methods. Otherwise, given Qin Guang's domineering nature in the Ranshan Sect, how could he have let Yun Ping off the hook for openly slapping him in the face?

After a long silence.

He gently straightened his clothes, flicked his right hand, and put the rocking chair away. His bangs fluttered in the breeze, and dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating the young man's simple face.

With his back to Uncle Ding, the young man spoke in a calm and ordinary tone.

"I'll leave the house to Uncle Ding."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Ding smiled and bent down.

"As ordered."

After he finished speaking those two words and looked up again, the young man had already disappeared from his sight.

When did you leave?

How did you get there?

Uncle Ding didn't know.

He couldn't even see Yun Ping's back, and he didn't even leave a trace of his departure. It looked as if he had directly broken through the void and traversed space.

"As expected of the old man..."

Ding Bo couldn't help but click his tongue slightly. Thinking of his previous experience of ambushing Yun Ping, a chill immediately ran through his body.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that being able to stand here unharmed after attacking this man was simply a blessing from heaven.

but……

The thought of the Demon Dynasty that was threatening the entire Ranshan Sect gave him a bold idea.

If this old man Yun were to clash with the Demon Dynasty...

What will the outcome be?

Is the old man invincible, or will the Demon Dynasty prevail...?

I don't know, I'm not sure.

It's best not to think about things like this too much.

After all, in his view, Yun Ping had no need to become an enemy of the Demon Dynasty, the overlord of the Desolate Heaven Domain, for the sake of the Ranshan Sect.

He was just a passerby, with no connection or favor to the Ranshan Sect.

It's unrealistic to expect this man to oppose the Demon Dynasty for their sake.

"Ugh……"

Ding Bo sighed, shook his head, and decided to stop thinking about it. He turned around and was about to leave.

however--

The teasing tone of the voice made him stop in his tracks.

"Uncle Ding, it's been a long time."

"!!!"

Ding Bo recognized the voice.

His steps abruptly halted, and at the same time, his slightly sunken eyes were filled with shock.

After a moment of stunned silence—

The short, withered, and aged figure slowly turned towards the owner of the voice. On Uncle Ding's face, which was full of wrinkles from the passage of time, only endless vigilance and icy coldness remained.

He stared at the figure that appeared in the Ren family compound, his fists clenched, and his spiritual energy was already showing signs of surging.

What are you doing here—?

"Jinhe!"

10. Choose

"Don't get so worked up, Uncle Ding."

Jin He strode steadily into the courtyard of the Ren family manor.

His dark purple clothes fluttered in the strong wind, and he seemed to exude wisps of sinister, invisible demonic energy. He had a sparse goatee, thin eyes and a long face. Although he was thin, he walked with a powerful stride, yet his steps were as leisurely as if he were strolling in a garden. He slowly walked towards Uncle Ding in the courtyard.

Since this person appeared, Ding Bo has not made a move.

Just by staring at this person, Ding Bo's legs felt as if they were locked, and a sense of powerlessness swept through his entire body. He couldn't even seem to escape, let alone resist.

Because of fear, I can't do it.

Yes, Ding Bo in his infancy was fearful, terrified.

Elder Sanfeng, Jin He, is at the entry level of the Void Realm.

He is the only person in the entire Ranshan Sect, apart from the sect leader and maternal grandfather, whose cultivation level has reached the Void Realm.

Although Ding Bo himself was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, only one step away from the Void Realm, this mere difference of a small realm created a huge gap between him and Jin He.

Ding Bo took a deep breath and stared intently at the old man who was gradually walking towards him.

"Jin He, what are you doing here?"

"Me?" Jin He chuckled softly upon hearing this, spreading his hands and glancing around as he replied, "I'm just here for a stroll."

"In this day and age, do you think I would believe such a thing?"

"Then what do you think I'm here for—could it be...?"

"They're here to kill you?"

These words were spoken.

Jin He took a step forward, but this step seemed to cross space. A sudden gust of evil wind surged behind him, as if pushing him.

As if shrinking the distance to an inch, in the blink of an eye, the distance between Jin He and Ding Bo was reduced to no more than three meters.

The two old men faced each other in the courtyard of the Ren family manor, both standing with their hands behind their backs, but the difference was—

Fear flickered in Ding Bo's eyes, while a sinister smile lurked in Jin He's.

Standing so close to Jin He, Ding Bo could even vaguely sense the surging demonic energy hidden within the gaunt old man's body. He couldn't help but feel a little short of breath, but at this moment, he dared not show it. He just gritted his teeth and tried his best to appear calm and normal.

It was painful, but Ding Bo knew that he couldn't show it, at least not now.

The two stared at each other, and the longer they looked at each other, the more Ding Bo felt a chill run down his spine. Cold sweat seeped from his back, soaking his clothes, and even large beads of sweat were about to drip from his wrinkled forehead.

And it was at this moment—

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The sudden burst of laughter left Uncle Ding bewildered and also filled him with dread.

He stared in horror at Jin He, who was laughing wildly and unrestrainedly, and swallowed hard.

Jin He, with an exaggerated laugh, reached out and patted Ding Bo on the shoulder, just like an old friend: "Just kidding, just kidding~ Although Ding Bo doesn't show his face much in the Ranshan Sect, he is still a highly respected person. How could I possibly lay a hand on you?"

Jin He said this in a joking tone.

But Ding Bo didn't think he was joking.

Because he was standing right in front of Jin He, through those smiling eyes, he could clearly see—the fleeting murderous intent in Jin He's eyes.

Ding Bo clenched his fists tightly, yet he still maintained a basic level of composure.

"Mr. Jin, you have no reason to come here."

"I just came to visit you, is that not allowed?"

"I don't know you well."

Upon hearing this, Jin He scoffed.

He walked slowly to the shade of the tree where Yunping had once stayed, leaned against the thick trunk, and let the dappled sunlight fall directly on him.

With a flick of his wrist, Jin He stared at the wisps of dark purple spiritual energy gradually appearing on the lines of his palm. He sneered and immediately conjured a short dagger emanating black energy from the void. His gaze lingered on it with satisfaction, without even glancing at Ding Bo.

"But you are very familiar with the sect leader."

Ding Bo did not reply.