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

"No... Boss, I feel like something's not right. Why do I feel colder the further we fly..."

At that moment, a chicken flying behind also chimed in with agreement: "Boss, I also feel a bit cold."

"Okay, actually I'm a little..."

The chicken with scars on its face, looking quite fierce—the leader of the four little flying chickens—sneezed involuntarily, causing the other three chickens to sway a couple of times as well.

He shook the chicken's head, then said with some disbelief, "But I remember it was around here. Our yard should be nearby."

"Boss, you didn't go crazy from playing cards all day in there, did you?"

"Go to hell, Lao Yun!"

The leader of the chickens called out a young man's name somewhat uneasily: "Do you know what's going on?"

At this moment, the young man sitting on the flying chicken squinted his eyes.

He turned slightly to the side and looked down.

He drew his conclusion with just a quick glance.

"We didn't fly to the wrong place, and I can already see our courtyard house."

"Really? Where is it?"

Ye Yuchan quickly moved closer to Yunping and looked down diagonally in the direction of the old rogue's gaze.

She circulated her spiritual energy to enhance her eyes, which allowed her to clearly see the situation on the ground.

With just one glance, Ye Yuchan couldn't help but gasp, her expression one of utter horror.

"Hey... I did hear about the fall of Jinglin City..."

"But this is too..."

At this moment.

The two were riding flying chickens, soaring thousands of meters in the air, while below them...

For tens of miles around, everything visible to the naked eye was covered by an endless, thin layer of black smoke.

The ground was charred black and constantly emitted a strange smell, as if something had been burned. There was no sign of life anywhere in sight.

Even the Thousand Ghost Forest, which he used to know so well, has now become a forest of dead trees... Only a few withered, thin, dark gray tree trunks remain, and even the fallen leaves have disappeared.

The once prominent Jinglin City... is now not even a ruin. All that remains is a dilapidated, riddled-with-hole building that resembles the city lord's mansion. The city walls have collapsed into dust, and the streets, houses, and restaurants have all vanished without a trace, leaving not even a skeleton.

Most importantly, there was the courtyard house that should have stood atop the mountain.

……

On that withered, lifeless mountain, all that remains are two or three dilapidated walls.

On one of the broken gray walls, something was visibly stuck in the wall.

It was a magical artifact that was already covered with cracks, had lost its spiritual energy, and was dull and gray.

It was something that Yunping and Ye Yuchan were both very familiar with—

Jiang Yuetian's spear.

★ NO.8 She never knows how to be flexible ★

1. A beautiful woman fell from the sky, as expected of you!

The wind was as dark as night, and the sky was shrouded in darkness.

Darkness enveloped everything, with no rosy glow in sight.

A cold wave swept through the lowlands, accompanied by a gust of biting wind that swept into this lifeless wasteland. The cold, damp air was filled with the acrid smell of burning soil slowly rising from the scorched earth.

There were no living beings around, but wherever the eye could see, there were one after another inhuman black shadows, twisting, writhing, and trembling, just like a lump of mud that could only twist and turn in a haphazard way. And hidden in this mud were a few human bones, which looked even more creepy from a distance.

The stench grew stronger, the smell of rotting corpses. In this land already ravaged by death, this was the most common smell. For living people to come here, let alone whether they could withstand the dense demonic energy that had turned into tiny particles, the smell alone was enough to make their stomachs churn and cause them to vomit uncontrollably.

This used to be a very prosperous city called Jinglin. Although it was not the throat of the empire, nor was it a household name, it was still a large city that could accommodate millions of people. And now it's gone.

Looking up, all that remained in his eyes was the city lord's mansion, riddled with holes as if it had been pierced by countless sharp thorns a dozen times over—the fact that it hadn't collapsed yet was a testament to the diligence of the city lord's subordinates.

At least they didn't build any shoddy construction projects.

That being said, he simply didn't have that much time to lament the changes in Jinglin City.

If one were to shift their focus elsewhere... what would turn to ashes would not only be the walls of Jinglin City, but also an ignorant young scholar who happened to be passing through.

His simple blue shirt was already soaked with cold sweat. Through the wet clothes, one could see the young man's slender figure, his muscles were quite withered, his chest and abdomen were flat, and he looked like he had not exercised for a long time.

The young man wore a simple blue and white scholar's cap on his head, made of plain cloth that could be found everywhere. On his back, he carried a medicine basket woven from bamboo strips, in which a small amount of pale red emerald plants were placed.

He originally came here to collect some medicinal herbs, but in order to cure his illness, he had to go to this area that had already been occupied by the Demon Dynasty, because only in this dead land could he find the medicinal materials he needed.

But the increasingly dense demonic aura surrounding him and the filth rushing in from all directions because of the smell of fresh human flesh clearly did not make him intend to leave in despair.

"Huh...huh..."

The young man was panting heavily, his eyes darting around rapidly as he ran as fast as he could.

He had no intention of immediately defeating the monsters, but instead desperately searched for what he needed, something that could save his life.

Perhaps because of his mortal body, the young man's running speed was far too slow, even compared to the bloody mud containing human bones that was wriggling on the ground.

"There's no other way..."

Feeling the surging mud rising from behind him, and the twisted black shadow staggering towards him at an unimaginable speed in the distance, his heart sank, and he took out an ink brush from his pocket.

He continued running without looking back, his right palm slowly releasing spiritual energy. With a flick of his wrist, ink splattered everywhere.

He wrote several characters in ink in mid-air at an extremely fast speed, then flicked them backward.

The ink transformed into a pure black barrier, shielding the youth behind him and barely managing to block the clumps of bloody sludge writhing at the forefront.

However, the ink he produced with only the cultivation level of a Transcendental Realm cultivator could only block those few wriggling little things. When the charred black figure, who was out of sight and exuding demonic aura, arrived, the barrier formed by the ink was easily breached.

Upon seeing this, the young man was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

But at the same time, a ray of silver light suddenly flashed before his eyes, making the young man overjoyed.

"I've got it! I've got it!"

He rushed forward immediately and quickly swung out three ink characters.

Although his cultivation and literary attainments were insufficient to hinder the shadowy figure for long—after all, it was a demon created by the demonic cultivators of the Demon Dynasty, and with his meager skills, he was no match for it—he was no match for it at all.

But he didn't need to defeat them completely; his purpose in coming here was simply to capture that dazzling silver hue.

Magic Silver Grass, this is the only herb that can save lives!

It only grows in places rich in demonic energy and possesses extremely potent poison, but it is also an excellent material for fighting poison with poison.

The young man hurriedly went to the herb he had been longing for, took out a round-mouthed jade bottle from his bosom, and immediately uprooted the Demon Silver Grass. Then, with a twist of his spiritual energy and a forceful slap, he put the Demon Silver Grass into the jade bottle.

Looking at the Demon Silver Grass that still retained its demonic energy at the roots inside the bottle, the young man couldn't help but smile innocently. But the next second, an unprecedentedly terrifying spiritual energy surged up behind him.

He turned around in astonishment and saw that on the distant horizon, blood, rising from the scorched soil like a river, suddenly condensed and swirled, slowly forming a blood-red figure about ten meters tall. The surrounding demons seemed to have found their master and rushed into it.

In an instant, a terrifying aura swept across the entire area.

"Roar--!!"

The violent roar, like that of a tiger, a wolf... like the infamous roar of a mixture of countless wild beasts, carried a wave of energy mixed with soaring demonic intent, which sent the young man flying.

His meager spiritual energy was no match for the opponent; he couldn't even last half a second before crashing heavily to the ground.

The jade bottle that had been held in his hand fell more than ten meters away.

“Damn it…” The young man, who had barely managed to get up from the ground, stared at the huge blood shadow in horror, panting heavily: “How could a blood spirit suddenly appear in this place… This size… This amount of demonic energy… It should be at least at the Nascent Soul stage.”

This is someone he can't win against even if he uses all his trump cards.

Just as he was thinking about his escape route, he was shocked to find his jade bottle lying quietly in the distance. He rushed over immediately, wanting to retrieve the precious magic silver grass, the life-saving herb.

However, just as he was about to touch the jade bottle—

The enormous blood spirit noticed the only living being in this dead land, roared angrily, and then strode towards the youth with huge strides that shook the ground.

It was like an ancient beast; the moment those scarlet eyes locked onto him, the young man felt as if he had fallen into an endless hell.

Even so, a kind figure still appeared in his mind. He immediately closed his eyes, rushed to the jade bottle, held the precious life-saving herb in his hand, and curled up into a ball.

"I'm sorry... Master..."

The character "傅" was not written.

The young man had already sensed that the enormous blood spirit had come to him, because he could clearly smell the blood so close at hand and the chilling aura of the demonic aura that made his heart tremble.

In the next second.

He then received a heavy blow to the head.

Despite the excruciating pain that nearly shattered his head, he seemed to be alive...

Moreover, the area of ​​contact with the force was smaller than expected, as if something was stuck to my face.

"...Ah, I think I stepped on something."

A woman's voice.

She has more maturity than a young girl, and less aloof than a mature woman, but overall, it is a very comfortable and extremely pleasant voice to listen to.

At this moment, half of the young man's face was covered, and he couldn't turn his head at all. Within his field of vision, there was only one of the giant feet of the Blood Spirit.

At this moment, the woman who had her feet on the young man's face finally realized that she was not standing on the ground.

"Oops, sorry... I accidentally stepped on you."

The woman stepped down from the young man's face, revealing an apologetic smile.

The young man also took this opportunity to see the woman's appearance clearly.

Wearing a strange black and white outfit, with a headband with silk trim, she had stunning silver hair, a delicate face that looked like it had been sculpted, and legs wrapped in stockings that made them appear even more shapely. Her smile was so sweet that it was easy to fall in love at first sight.

But before the young man could even finish admiring the woman's face, the enormous blood spirit, ten meters long, standing behind her, roared furiously and swung its battering ram-like fist downwards with tremendous force.

"Be careful girl!"