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

The pale moonlight, like flowing water, splashed onto Li Linsa's delicate face, which was filled with sorrow yet dared not show it.

She raised her head, looked up at the full moon, and parted her cool lips, her words tinged with sorrow.

"I'm sorry... Jun Xiao."

"I have no choice."

15. You've found the original creator.

As time goes by, the day of the Ranshan Sect's grand competition is getting closer and closer.

This is different from the sect competitions of the past.

Normally, the cultivators of Ranshan Sect would definitely work hard to cultivate for the sect competition, and the training ground would often be crowded with people, all in order to make a name for themselves in the sect and thus gain strong support from the sect.

However, this time—

There were very few cultivators practicing and sparring in the training ground, and even the usually packed library was deserted.

Moreover, as the sect competition draws closer, the Ranshan Sect, which should be becoming more lively and bustling, is now filled with a sense of oppression, as if there are several unseen eyes watching them wherever they go.

In reality, most cultivators had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

Regarding the Demon Dynasty, although there is still no definite news within the Ranshan Sect, amidst the various rumors, all sorts of conspiracy theories and horrifying speculations have emerged. During this period, people are filled with anxiety, wary of whether the people around them are demon cultivators, or wavering on the verge of whether to join the Demon Dynasty.

As everyone probably guessed, the upcoming sect competition would likely be a turning point in the fate of the Ranshan Sect.

Whether they would fall into the endless abyss of the Demon Dynasty or escape from its terrifying clutches—no one knew what the outcome would be before the sect competition.

At least Ren Yao didn't know.

"Uncle Yun, here... have some tea."

As the owner of the Ren family manor, Ren Yao, at this moment, acted like a servant, carrying tea and handing it to Yun Ping.

The old rogue was still enjoying the shade under the tree when he turned around and saw Ren Yao's forced smile. He took the tea while staring at her strangely and said, "Hey Ren, you seem to be quite active lately. It's not appropriate for you, the owner of this estate, to be serving tea and water."

"What's wrong with it...?"

Ren Yao scratched her head and chuckled, "I just wanted to make you some tea since I saw how hard Uncle Yun was working."

"Hard?"

Yunping now suspects that Ren Yao might have lost her mind.

I've been staying in this manor for almost half a month now. During this time, apart from teaching Li Zhe and the others a lesson, I've spent most of my time lying under this tree, enjoying the shade, and sleeping until midnight. I'm living a very relaxed and carefree life.

—It has absolutely nothing to do with the word "hard work".

But on second thought, the old rogue understood.

He first placed the tea on the stone table beside him, then turned to the side and stared at Ren Yao.

"Hey Ren, is it because I said I'd help you that you're starting to treat me like royalty?"

"Well……"

An awkward expression flashed across Ren Yao's youthful face. She blinked, pursed her lips, and couldn't help but chuckle sheepishly.

She fidgeted, lowered her head, and her voice became even softer: "After all, I also feel... embarrassed..."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Uncle Yun has no relation to our Ranshan Sect, so he has no reason to help us... Besides, why would he go against the Demon Dynasty for the sake of a small sect like ours..."

Ren Yao found it unbelievable.

The existence of the Demon Dynasty is almost a dominant force in the Desolate Sky Domain. Even the current Lantian Empire is struggling to survive. As for the Northern Ice Palace, there has been no news from outside for a long time. Some people even suspect that the Northern Ice Palace has been swallowed up by the Demon Dynasty.

But what about the Ranshan School?

In the Desolate Heaven Domain, it was just a sect with a little bit of fame, a force that could barely hold its ground in Cangyue City. If it was destroyed, it was destroyed. Even if it surrendered to the Demon Dynasty, it wouldn't be a big deal.

To go against the Demon Dynasty for such a trivial and insignificant sect...

This is clearly unbelievable.

The old rogue could easily see the doubt in Ren Yao's heart, and immediately exposed it: "Ren, do you think it's strange that I'm willing to help your Ranshan Sect?"

"Ah..." Ren Yao seemed unaware that her expression had betrayed her thoughts, feigning surprise before nodding, "It does feel a bit strange..."

"Mr. Yun...why are you willing to help us?"

Well—

The old rogue stroked his chin, thought for a while, and then chuckled before uttering a sentence:

"Because I want to."

"..."

Ren Yao's train of thought didn't quite catch on for a moment.

She paused for a few seconds, then asked, dumbfounded, "Uncle Yun, what do you mean... you're willing?"

"Just the literal meaning, I guess." Yun Ping waved his hand, gazing at Cangyue City in the distance, and said slowly, "I'm really interested in the Demon Dynasty, especially that Demon Emperor, another True Immortal since the beginning of time. How could I not be interested?"

"Is it because you're interested in the Demon Dynasty...?"

"Yes."

Yunping smiled and nodded: "To be honest, I'd rather fight that Demon Emperor. I'm really curious to know what kind of existence a True Immortal of the Spirit Ze Era is."

Ren Yao: "..."

At this moment, for some reason, Ren Yao suddenly felt a little afraid of Yun Ping.

A person who dares to say they want to fight a true immortal... either has the extraordinary ability to do so, or... is mentally ill.

Ren Yao subconsciously felt it was the latter, but after thinking about it carefully for a while, she still believed that Yun Ping was the former.

And what about the old rogue?

He really wanted to see what kind of beings the Demon Emperor and the Immortal Emperor were. After all, they were true immortals recognized by the Three Thousand Great Daos, and he guessed that behind them... there might be the shadows of Gu Ling or even those two ancestors.

Ever since he left the airspace, he had been wanting to see Kunxuan. He wanted to stand in front of that old man and ask him personally—what exactly do you want to do?

Unexpectedly, during this trip to the airspace, the two ancestors gave him a great gift—the birth of two true immortals.

Yun Ping would never believe that these two True Immortals had nothing to do with Kun Xuan, just as he would never believe that the Demon Emperor and the Immortal Emperor had nothing to do with Ye Xuanqiu.

Otherwise, why would it be such a coincidence? I've only been in the void for twenty years, and only thirty years have passed outside. Yet, in this short period of time, two True Immortals have appeared.

They're obviously after him.

That's why the old rogue was interested in the Demon Dynasty, or more precisely, in the Demon Emperor.

If he is a true immortal appointed by the ancestor, he probably knows some secrets about Kunxuan that are not told to outsiders.

"On another note—"

Ren Yao seemed to realize that the topic could not be continued—they had already declared that they would take down the Demon Emperor, so what else could she say?

So she changed the subject.

Ren Yao looked around but didn't see any familiar figures, so she couldn't help but ask, "Where did Uncle Ding go? He doesn't seem to be in the spirit field today..."

"Him?"

Upon mentioning Ding Bo, a barely perceptible smile flashed in Yun Ping's eyes: "He's chatting with the sect leader right now."

"metropolitan?"

"Yes, I asked Uncle Ding for a favor, and only the sect leader could do it, so he went."

"Help? What kind of help?"

In response to Ren Yao's inquisitive question, Yun Ping replied with a mischievous smile:

"Secret~"

"Woo-woo—"

Ren Yao puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction, like a little goldfish; her unfulfilled curiosity was the only way she could express her displeasure.

Yunping continued to lie peacefully and comfortably in the rocking chair, enjoying the coolness under the shade of the trees and the gentle breeze, and said calmly, "Don't worry, I'm just taking precautions. Whether we'll even need that thing is another question."

"Well……"

Ren Yao stared intently at the old man in front of her. For some reason, she felt that the man in front of her was becoming more and more mysterious. The closer she got, the more she learned about him, and the more she seemed to not know about him.

She was like a cloud of mist that couldn't be seen clearly... making her unfathomable.

Suddenly.

Ren Yao seemed to have suddenly remembered something she had forgotten, and quickly placed her small hand on Yun Ping's shoulder.

"Um, Uncle Yun, could I ask you for another favor?"

As she spoke, her fair, delicate hands began to massage Yunping's shoulders.

Ren Yao had never done this before, and her technique was terrible. But the old rogue didn't point it out. He just silently endured Ren Yao's clumsy massage, squinted, and asked, "What is it now? If it's your period, I can't help you with that."

"No, no..." Ren Yao blushed, thinking to herself that her man was being indecent again, but said aloud, "Actually, it's not really my request. To be precise, it was Senior Sister Li who wanted to ask you a favor..."

"Senior Sister Li?"

Yun Ping frowned, and after a few seconds, he remembered who it was: "Li Junxiao?"

"Ah."

"Does she have something else to ask me?"

"Well..."

At this point, Ren Yao seemed to realize that she was in the wrong, and she smiled foolishly and scratched her head.

……

……

"Would you like to learn some swordsmanship?"

"Yes."

Li Junxiao, dressed in the robes of the Ranshan Sect and carrying a sword, stood in the courtyard of the Ren family manor, gazing solemnly at the young man.