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

He casually wiped the tea stains from the corner of his mouth and looked helplessly at his young mistress.

"No, miss... how did you come to this conclusion?"

"Because you see, Uncle Ding—Emperor Wen was very powerful, and Uncle Yun was also very powerful!"

"Emperor Wen was a master of chess, and so was Grandpa Yun!"

"Emperor Wen was eccentric, and so was Master Yun!"

"And...and...Emperor Wen is dead, and Master Yun crawled out of a mass grave!"

"That perfectly fits Emperor Wen's definition!"

……

For some reason, Yunping actually felt that this girl's logic didn't seem to have any major problems.

Aside from the unconvincing examples they gave, they were actually right.

Ding Bo sighed helplessly, glanced at Yun Ping's smiling face, and then looked at Ren Yao: "Miss... you said that Emperor Wen is dead. Someone like Emperor Wen, whose soul has been completely destroyed and whose physical body is damaged... cannot be resurrected."

Ren Yao blinked, and then her little brain realized: "...It seems so."

Unconvinced, she turned around, intending to ask the person in question, "So, Uncle Yun, are you Emperor Wen?"

"Me..."

The old rogue looked up, his gaze piercing through the gaps in the dense foliage, towards that patch of blue sky.

He revealed an unreadable smile, which seemed to be one of relief, emotion, nostalgia, or anticipation.

"I'm just a lowly dean."

...?

What do you mean?

Ren Yao and Uncle Ding looked at each other, neither of them understanding what this old man Yun was saying.

The old rogue, of course, had no intention of explaining to them, but simply steered the conversation back to the main topic.

"So, Uncle Ding, what impression do you have of Jin He?"

"My words..."

Faced with Yunping's question, for a moment, Uncle Ding couldn't help but look away from Yunping, as if he dared not meet the man's gaze.

However, he quickly adjusted and responded in the same tone as before.

"My impression of Elder Jin He is similar to that of Miss, but I did mention him to the Sect Master before. The Sect Master... has a guess."

"What conjecture?"

"The sect leader believes that if Jin He colludes with the Demon Dynasty and wants to seize complete power... then he might take action directly during the next sect competition."

Mentioning the sect competition, Ren Yao couldn't help but think of Qin Guang and Li Junxiao: "Could it be that they want to use Senior Brother Qin Guang's victory to..."

"No, it shouldn't be."

Ding Bo shook his head and said solemnly, "I'm afraid... he'll directly attack the sect leader and the others when the sect competition is held, with my maternal grandfather, the sect leader, and the other elders all present."

In an instant, the air froze.

Ren Yao's face turned pale, and she couldn't help but gasp at the terrifying news.

"Uncle Ding, you mean... Elder Jin He will speak directly to the Sect Master..."

"Yes, that's possible."

……

Ren Yao remained silent for a long time before finally turning her gaze to Yun Ping.

"Uncle Yun... what... do you think?"

Yunping lay lazily in the rocking chair, his tone relaxed and carefree, as if he hadn't taken Ding Bo's words to heart at all: "How else can we watch it? We can just lie down and watch it."

"That's not what we were talking about, Uncle Yun..."

"I know, but that's what happened back then. We'll talk about it when the time comes."

……

Ren Yao lowered her gaze, her fair hands clutching her clothes.

She didn't know if Yun Ping was willing to help the Ranshan Sect, since the Ranshan Sect had no connection with Yun Ping and he had no reason to help them.

Moreover, the enemy they were facing was the Demon Dynasty.

But without Grandpa Yun's help... how could the Ranshan Sect possibly withstand the overwhelming power of the Demon Dynasty?

Even with Yunping by her side, Ren Yao still felt a little uneasy.

After all, she was facing one of the three major ruling forces of the Heavenly Domains, which had a True Immortal in charge!

Don't worry~

Seeing Ren Yao's worry, Yun Ping grinned.

"If anything really happens, I think I'll be willing to help."

"Huh?!" The sudden surprise made Ren Yao's eyes widen in surprise.

Even Ding Bo was stunned for a second, looking at Yun Ping helplessly.

The young man slowly sat up from the rocking chair, smiled and stared at Ren Yao, saying, "To be honest, I'm quite interested in the Demon Dynasty. How can I not give such a good opportunity to get in touch with them?"

"But……"

Ren Yao still felt that it was inappropriate to involve Yun Ping, an outsider, so she asked with concern, "But Uncle Yun, aren't you looking for that... mysterious powerful being?"

"She..."

The image of a silver-haired girl automatically appeared in his mind, and the young man named Yunping revealed an exceptionally cheerful smile.

Even so, it still looked like a rather smug, irritating grin.

His gaze, like an arrow, shot towards the distant Cangyue City, as if filled with both deep longing and anticipation. He said softly:

"Right now, I wonder where that girl is again."

"Let her be for now, we'll meet again eventually anyway."

……

Achoo—!

Inside the restaurant.

A dissatisfied shout came from the room, which was filled with the strong aroma of alcohol.

"Who's got a screw loose and started nagging me again..."

The fair-skinned woman rubbed her sore eyes with her delicate hands. She had slept until noon and lazily got out of bed, muttering to herself as she rubbed her slightly messy silver hair.

Several gold bricks gradually appeared in her lifeless, dead fish eyes. She glanced at the gold bricks that exuded an air of wealth and luxury placed on the table, twitched the corners of her mouth, and called out towards the door.

"Who gave us these gold bricks?"

The female cultivator standing outside the door immediately straightened up, not daring to open the door, and answered tremblingly, "Reporting...reporting to the boss, um...this was sent by the young master of the Qianyu Chamber of Commerce. He said...he wants to invite you to his place to discuss cooperation."

"Another collaboration..."

Feeling annoyed, she lay down, grabbed the blanket with one hand, pulled it up, and covered her head with it, burying herself completely under the covers.

Then, muffled sounds came from the soft bedding.

"Tell that chamber of commerce that I'm busy right now, busy... busy having a baby, and I don't have time to go."

"Huh?" The female cultivator exclaimed in surprise, "Give...give birth...?"

"Yes. If they ask whose child it is, just say it's a heartless old scoundrel."

The female cultivator dared not disobey her restaurant owner. Although she found it absurd, she still chose to accept the situation: "...Okay...alright, I'll talk to that young master right away..."

After that, she heard the female nun coming downstairs.

She let out a slow breath, then turned over and squinted her tired and lazy dead fish eyes.

Silver strands of hair fell down, and the girl with the delicate face chose to fall asleep once again.

Because in that unconscious state, time always seems to pass exceptionally quickly—

That way, waiting won't be so boring, right?

"Good night……"

She seemed to be talking to herself, or perhaps to someone else.

14. But she had no other choice.

night.

A slender figure stood with his hands behind his back on the mountaintop. The full moon and the bright rays of the sunset shone down from above, illuminating his long, flowing robe. A cold, desolate wind blew by, ruffling his sparse goatee.

The old man gazed at the sky without saying a word. A hint of dissatisfaction appeared on his slightly thin face. His lips were old, dry, and white. He moved slightly before uttering heavy, hoarse words.

"A magical beast? When did a magical beast appear near Cangyue City that could severely injure an inner disciple like Li Zhe?"

The person he was questioning was a young man kneeling behind him.

He wore a long, narrow scabbard at his waist, the scabbard printed with an image of a tiger descending a mountain, and a chilling intent emanated from it.

The young man was wearing the Taoist robe of the Ranshan Sect, and was exactly the same as Li Zhe, indicating that he was an inner disciple of the Ranshan Sect.

To be honest, he was different from Li Zhe—after all, Li Zhe was just one of the less famous inner disciples, while Qin Guang was known to everyone in the Ranshan Sect and even the entire Cangyue City.

“This… Li Zhe and Lin Jing did indeed tell their disciple that.”

"Are you sure?"

The old man's somber question sent a chill down Qin Guang's spine, who had always been a tyrant in the Ranshan Sect. He trembled and lowered his head before daring to answer the old man's question.

"Master, this is what Li Zhe and the others said themselves. I think... they have no reason to lie."

There is indeed no reason.