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

……

On the arena.

The old rogue took the token handed back by the adjudicator, put it in his pocket, and then asked, "So, now I'm considered a disciple of the Ranshan Sect, right? Can I challenge them now?"

The middle-aged man had no way to refuse and could only glance at Yunping with regret.

Although he didn't know how Yun Ping obtained the sect leader's disciple token, he still didn't think highly of Yun Ping. With such a weak appearance... he probably wouldn't be a match for Qin Guang.

However, as the arbitrator, he cannot do anything superfluous.

then--

"The third challenge—disciples under the sect leader..."

"Challenge Qin Guang, a disciple of Elder Sanfeng."

"Now...begin!"

The word "begin" fell.

Unlike before, Qin Guang did not step forward directly, but instead gave Yun Ping a playful look.

He fixed his gaze on Yun Ping's empty hands and sneered, "What? You're planning to fight me bare-handed without even bringing any magical artifacts?"

"A magical artifact?"

Yunping blinked and chuckled, "Sorry, I almost forgot about it if you hadn't mentioned it, a magical artifact, right..."

He turned around and let his gaze wander among the crowd, finally settling on a petite girl who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Hey little sister over there, yes, you... can I borrow that sword at your waist for a moment?"

"Eh?"

The girl was startled and quickly looked at the long sword at her waist, then paused in surprise: "You...you want this?"

"Yes. This is it." Yunping nodded firmly. "I don't want anything else."

Faced with Yun Ping's attitude, the girl could only walk to the seven sword formations with some doubt. After that, the seven judges closed the sword formations first, and then opened them again after the girl handed the sword to Yun Ping.

And so, Yunping obtained a sword from a certain cute young female sword cultivator.

however--

Upon seeing the sword in Yun Ping's hand, Qin Guang raised an eyebrow, then a strange smile appeared on his lips, and a chilling killing intent and furious anger burst forth from his eyes.

If you ask why—

At this moment, the old rogue was waving a wooden sword as if nothing had happened.

Yes, a wooden sword.

That was the wooden sword that the young female swordsman used to practice swordsmanship and spar with others...

Are you mocking me?!

Qin Guang roared angrily, and a surge of killing intent arrived in an instant, while a violent gust of wind swept past Yun Ping's side.

Yun Ping stood still, his feet and clothes motionless, casually twirling the sword a few times. As if he found the sword quite handy, he nodded in satisfaction.

He tilted his head, leaned to the side, and looked at Qin Guang with a smile:

"Yeah, I just look down on you, so what?"

"you wanna die!!"

Enraged, Qin Guang stepped into the blazing flames, and the phantom of a fierce tiger reappeared on his blade. He stepped into the flames and slashed out a scorching and terrifying blade from the vast, fiery red expanse.

From top to bottom, its force was like splitting a mountain, as if it wanted to cut the young man who dared to provoke him in two.

Of course.

Yun Ping remained motionless, lightly flicking his wooden sword.

wind.

The wind howled.

It was an invisible sword shadow, an invisible sword light, which swept across in an instant.

The flames died down, and the heat dimmed.

The raging flames that had been raging just a moment ago were now completely extinguished. Qin Guang himself held his long sword high in his right hand, his eyes wide open, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable.

Like a puppet, it remained frozen in place, stuck in the downward-splitting posture.

His eyes were filled with fear.

move?

It cannot be touched.

His legs were trembling, and he seemed to have lost all his strength. With a sudden jerk of his right hand, the gleaming golden tiger longsword fell to the ground.

what happened?

no one knows.

Yunping took a step forward with his usual expression, just one step.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Qin Guang shouted, as if he had gone mad or seen a ghost. He was drenched in sweat, fell backward, and landed on the ground. He looked at Yun Ping with a terrified expression, frantically moving backward in an attempt to distance himself from Yun Ping.

His eyes trembled, his body shuddered, and his soul was filled with fear.

Yunping walked calmly to the long sword, his expression blank.

"Senior Brother Qin Guang, this won't do."

With a teasing tone but no expression on his face, Yun Ping exuded an extremely cold aura.

He used the same words Qin Guang had used to mock Ren Yao to mock Qin Guang at this moment.

"As a swordsman, if you can't even hold your sword steadily, you're not qualified."

He kicked the long sword right next to Qin Guang.

The striking similarity of the scene made everyone present feel like they were out of their minds...

What exactly happened in that instant, no one can see.

The inner disciples didn't know, the seven adjudicators didn't know, and even the high and mighty Xun Ranqing and the elders didn't know!

With a single sword strike, the raging flames were extinguished.

It didn't use any spiritual energy, nor did it involve any hand seals; it was just an extremely ordinary sword strike.

Listening to his own words and staring at the long sword beside him, Qin Guang gasped for breath, the last vestiges of reason in his eyes gradually being replaced by madness.

—He is the chief…he is…

Ren Yao is his, Li Junxiao is his, and everything in the Ranshan Sect belongs to him alone!

No one can take it away!

"I don't believe you're really that evil!!"

He gripped the long sword tightly, almost frantically, and the spiritual energy within his entire body burst forth once more.

In an instant, the entire arena was once again engulfed by terrifying flames!

Blazing Tiger Blade!

The blade, wielded by a fierce tiger, crashed down with a powerful roar that echoed throughout the Ranshan Sect.

A colossal phantom of a colossal beast appeared on his body, and his entire being burst into flames. His longsword transformed into a fiery blade, and the suffocating heat seemed to burn the very air itself.

Within the flames.

Yunping's clothes were not ignited by the sparks, and his cloth shoes remained as cold as ever, as if the surrounding flames did not exist at all.

He stood amidst the raging flames, holding a wooden sword, his hair neatly combed.

"Want to make a bet?"

He uttered the same words that Qin Guang had used to toy with Ren Yao.

At this moment, Qin Guang's eyes were filled with endless killing intent. He glared fiercely at Yun Ping and shouted angrily, "What do you want to say now?!"

"You strike with your knife, I'll strike with my sword."

"If I don't take your knife, you can ask me for anything, even if you want me to commit suicide on the spot, I have no problem with that."

These words caused an uproar in the audience.

The last person, Ren Yao, who said she would take Qin Guang's knife... everyone saw what happened to her.

More importantly, Yunping was actually willing to agree to any of Qin Guang's requests?!

Isn't that tantamount to selling yourself out?!

Upon hearing this, Qin Guang disregarded everything else, his mind already conjuring up images of himself torturing Yun Ping: "Fine! Let's bet!"

"Don't be in such a hurry."

Yunping smiled and waved his hand: "If you don't take my sword, I won't ask you to do anything."

"You can simply cripple your cultivation on the spot, what do you think?"

"Okay! I'll bet you!"

Qin Guang laughed loudly. Perhaps still intimidated by Yun Ping's earlier sword strike, he raised his longsword and assumed a defensive stance.

With his cultivation level and the Blazing Tiger Blade Technique, even if a Nascent Soul stage expert came, they might not be able to hurt him with just one sword strike!

Yun Ping's sword strike just now was indeed a bit strange, but since he didn't have the Blazing Tiger Blade on him, he felt that Yun Ping's cultivation level should be around the early stage of Nascent Soul!

It's just a matter of catching a sword; it's not difficult at all!

"You go first, okay?!"

"alright."

The old rogue shook his head helplessly.

He recalled the sword strike Ren Yao had delivered earlier, shook his right hand, and his expression suddenly turned cold.