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

A unique fragrance wafted over, and Li Zhe, still reeling from the allure of the young girl, suddenly noticed that Ren Yao in front of him had transformed into a completely different person.

Her once flawless skin had become slightly dark and rough, her willow-leaf eyebrows and bright eyes had turned into a pair of lifeless, dull eyes, and her cherry-like lips had lost their original luster...

What appeared before Li Zhe was someone hooking their arms around his neck and pressing their knees against his inner thighs...

the man.

In an instant, Li Zhe was startled and his body trembled.

He was so scared he withered up.

The old rogue had a smug, lewd smile on his lips, and his tone was so obnoxious it made you want to punch him.

"How about that? Surprised? Unexpected?"

"You are……"

Before Li Zhe could finish speaking...

He felt an unprecedented blow to a vital part of his inner thigh. Intense pain, accompanied by waves of tingling and numbness, spread throughout his body. His eyeballs almost bulged out, and he seemed to wither away. He slammed his knees together and knelt down.

The old rogue turned around and kicked Li Zhe across the left cheek.

boom!

With a loud bang, Li Zhe flew dozens of meters like a kite with a broken string, crashing into several trees the size of bowls before finally coming to a stop.

This time, his left cheek was also kicked so hard that blood gushed from the orifices, and even his facial features were twisted and distorted, with half of his face covered in blood.

Coupled with the pain from that fatal blow earlier, he had completely fainted.

Yunping clapped his hands and laughed, "Alright, now it's symmetrical."

Seeing that Yun Ping had knocked Li Zhe unconscious with just one kick, several people present immediately remembered who Yun Ping was!

They were buried in the spirit field along with Li Zhe before!

Upon seeing Yunping again, they had no will to resist and, in a frenzy, grabbed their magical artifacts and ran wildly into the distance.

Of course.

"Who gave you permission to leave?!"

A furious shout!

Lin Jing, who had the highest cultivation level in the arena, felt her ears and eyes tremble violently. After hearing an extremely terrifying explosion, everything went black before her eyes. She couldn't even resist. The demonic aura surrounding her was shattered into dust by the roar. Her legs went weak, her consciousness sank, and she knelt down.

Not only her, but also those cultivators who wanted to escape, even those who were preparing to fly away on their swords, were all gone in the blink of an eye—

Everyone kneel down!

Inside the venue.

Green leaves fluttered down, but the figure remained still.

The young man looked at the group of cultivators from the Ranshan Sect, whose faces were filled with fear as if they had seen a ghost or god, and smiled gently.

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave~"

"I still have some questions for you."

13. What business are you discussing? I'm in postpartum confinement!

Sometimes we have to admit that while violence may not solve problems, it can certainly get rid of the person who discovers them.

Sometimes, once the person who discovered the problem is dealt with, the problem naturally disappears.

It's similar to the idea that if you kill everyone who discovers the bug, no one will know about it anymore, and the bug will cease to exist.

The old rogue always thought violence was a good thing, at least it could simplify a lot of troublesome things.

Therefore, Yunping chose to resolve the matter violently this time—he did not kill anyone, and afterwards, he released all those people back to the Ranshan Sect.

Of course, he also deliberately erased part of their memories, turning their being beaten up into encountering an extremely rare monster on the way, thus getting away with it.

To be honest, it took the old rogue quite a bit of effort to get to the memories within the soul.

However, he also used some unspeakable "small" tricks to extract some information about the Demon Dynasty from Li Zhe and the others.

"The Demon Lord has returned to the Desolate Heaven Domain?"

Inside the Ren Family Manor.

Ren Yao, having abandoned the task of purifying demons, returned to the manor and changed into a light feather robe. She sat on a small stool next to Yun Ping, resting her chin on her hand and tilting her head.

She blinked, and after a moment, as if she had heard a joke, said, "This... I don't think so, right? Aren't those four Demon Lords fighting with the Demon Emperor in the Extreme Heaven Domain against the Immortal Capital?"

The old rogue remained reclining in his rocking chair under the shade of the tree, his folding fan slightly open, slowly and leisurely fanning himself.

"It seems that the situation in the Extreme Heaven Domain has stabilized, so they sent their capable generals back to the Desolate Heaven Domain in preparation for subduing the Lantian Empire in the Desolate Heaven Domain."

"This..." Ren Yao's smile turned bitter. She stared at the profile of the young man who was resting with his eyes closed and asked in a deep voice, "Uncle Yun, did you hear all of this from Li Zhe and the others?"

"This is based on what I saw myself—from their memories."

"Huh?" Ren Yao didn't quite understand Yun Ping's words: "Memory... is viewed?"

Seeing the girl's blank and clueless expression, Yunping didn't intend to tell her the story that would be a blow to her heart. He simply reached out and patted Ren Yao's head.

He then simply skipped the topic: "Don't worry about such details. In short, Li Zhe is just a minor cultivator in the Demon Dynasty. His intelligence is pitifully small. Apart from knowing about a certain important figure, it's all useless information."

"An important figure?"

"It seems to be called Jin He."

Ren Yao frowned, the smile that had lingered on her fair cheeks gradually disappearing, replaced by a serious expression as if facing a formidable enemy, and a hint of fear showing in her clear eyes beneath her delicate brows.

Ren Yao knew Jin He well.

One of the Nine Peaks Elders, the elder in charge of the Three Peaks Hall, possessing the most profound cultivation besides the sect leader and maternal grandfather.

As for his character... Ren Yao felt he was nothing special, and somewhat unworthy of his position as an elder.

Yun Ping slightly raised his eyelids and glanced sideways. When he saw Ren Yao's stern face, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, Ren? You seem to know quite a bit about Jin He?"

“I don’t know him very well…” Ren Yao frowned and pursed her lips when Jin He was mentioned, her shoulders slumping slightly. “My impression of Elder Jin He is that he looks fierce and speaks in a sarcastic way, always with a hidden meaning in his words.”

"Also, his cultivation level is very high, but as for other things... I don't know."

Ren Yao seemed to feel that she had not been able to provide much useful information, so she turned around and looked at Ding Bo, who had been standing silently with his hands behind his back.

"Uncle Ding, do you know Elder Jin He?"

"..."

Ding Bo remained silent, neither answering nor moving.

His two slightly sunken eyes were inexplicably filled with murky dead fluid, his pupils were lifeless, as if his soul had left his body, and his whole body was as still as a corpse.

Ren Yao felt something was off, so she raised the volume of her voice.

"Uncle Ding! Uncle Ding! Are you listening?!"

"what?!"

Awakened by his young mistress's shouts, Ding Bo, regaining his senses, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

He first looked around in confusion, then seemed to remember that he was still in the Ren family manor. He then gave an awkward laugh, clenched his sweaty right hand, and wiped the sweat from his palm onto his shirt.

A few dark reds appeared on his aged face. He bowed and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Miss. I was thinking about the chess moves just now, and I... I got distracted."

Ren Yao gave Ding Bo a strange look: "Chess strategy?"

"Yes." Uncle Ding chuckled, not forgetting to take the opportunity to flatter the old man: "I've been playing chess with our Uncle Yun lately. I originally thought my chess skills had reached the pinnacle, but playing with Uncle Yun has opened the door to a whole new world. I have to sincerely admire Uncle Yun's divine chess skills!"

"I was just pondering Master Yun's chess moves, lost in thought. I'm so sorry, Miss..."

...So Grandpa Yun can play chess...

As Ren Yao listened to Ding Bo's words, her respect for Yun Ping grew even stronger, and she stared at Yun Ping with great curiosity.

That ordinary profile, that leisurely demeanor, it was like the attitude of an elderly man...

No matter how I thought about it, I never imagined that he was such an all-powerful man.

Lost in thought, Ren Yao propped her chin up and stared at Yun Ping for a long while, her lips unconsciously curving upwards.

As a result, the way the girl stared intently at him didn't escape the old rogue's notice.

The man raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips, and couldn't help but tease, "What's wrong? Staring at me like that again? Have you fallen for me?"

"puff--"

Upon hearing this, Ding Bo, who was behind him, spat out the tea he had just intended to use to calm his nerves.

He looked regretfully at the empty teacup in his hand, thinking to himself what a waste of such good tea—

But it's not entirely his fault; this old man Yun just went straight for the dirty talk.

"Where...where am I being lecherous..."

Her little face was flushed, like a ripe fruit. Ren Yao's youthful eyes were filled with tears. She bit her lower lip and stared shyly at Yun Ping: "I was just curious... How could it be so exaggerated as falling in love...?"

"So what are you curious about, little sister?"

"I'm just curious about who Grandpa Yun really is..." Ren Yao glanced at Yun Ping cautiously and shyly, and said softly, "Grandpa Yun's identity seems... very mysterious."

Yunping seemed to find it quite amusing: "Me? Who do you think I am? Take a guess?"

"Remember, always guess big, no matter how unbelievable it seems!"

Ren Yao nodded and then began her meticulous reasoning.

She first looked Yun Ping up and down (even though he was dressed), then recalled her previous encounter with him, and then his unpredictable cultivation level and his profound knowledge of spiritual plants and chess...

In an instant, a flash of inspiration struck Ren Yao's not-so-flexible mind.

She looked up with a sudden realization, and said excitedly, "I understand! Grandpa Yun... you actually..."

"It's Emperor Wen, isn't it?!"

"Pfft pfft—"

……

As soon as he said that, Uncle Ding spat out his second mouthful of tea.