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

The young man couldn't help but shout out.

A woman surnamed Ye sighed softly, then suddenly turned around and delivered a beautiful spinning flying kick to the blood fist, which was several sizes larger than herself.

With a soft "plop," blood splattered instantly.

Blood Spirit's entire right arm was shattered by a kick, yet the splattered blood seemed to automatically avoid the silver-haired woman, remaining completely untouched throughout.

"What the heck... the thing that yelled at us so loudly just now, that's what it is..."

She pouted, as if she was quite annoyed.

After all, I just fell from a height of a thousand meters, did a few somersaults halfway down, and even found a foothold along the way, but the most important thing is...

She has a slight fear of heights.

So the chicken droppings and such really annoyed her.

The thought that the roaring, blood-spitting blood spirit in front of her was the culprit made Ye Yuchan furious. She immediately puffed out her non-existent chest and clenched her fists.

"Roar--!"

As a Blood Spirit in the Nascent Soul stage, it didn't care who this suddenly appeared silver-haired woman was; all it wanted to do now was devour the two living people in front of it.

It let out a long howl, producing a deafening explosion.

Then--

To everyone's surprise, because the blood spirit had its mouth wide open and facing the sky, therefore...

A snow-white figure fell into the Blood Spirit's mouth right before Ye Yuchan and the young man's eyes.

Suddenly, the Blood Spirit stopped moving.

Ye Yuchan suddenly stopped moving, only her lips twitched twice.

—You really just fell right into someone's mouth, huh...?

The young man stared blankly at Ye Yuchan: "Was someone there just now...?"

Before he could finish speaking...

The blood spirit before them suddenly burst open with countless cracks, and in the next second, it exploded with a bang.

The gushing blood abruptly stopped in mid-air, then, to the astonishment of the young man, turned into wisps of blood smoke and dissipated without a trace.

Inside the venue.

The ordinary-looking young man with black hair and black eyes patted his snow-white clothes as if nothing had happened, and glanced at the young man who had collapsed next to Ye Yuchan with a dazed expression.

Yunping frowned after just one glance.

"Plain robe... scholar's cap... scholar's face..."

"Cloth shoes...bamboo baskets...literature..."

This appearance, no matter how you look at it, seems to be...

Yun Ping looked at the young man with a complicated expression: "Young man, do you know a female ghost named Nie Xiaoqian?"

"A female...female ghost?"

The young man was still in a daze, lying on the ground, looking completely bewildered.

Seeing him like this, Yunping couldn't help but ask another question.

What's your name?

"I……"

The young man was startled, pointed to himself, hesitated for a few seconds, and then replied tremblingly.

"My name is Ning Xuchen..."

...This name sounds very familiar.

Upon hearing this, Ye Yuchan clapped her hands and exclaimed as if she had suddenly realized something: "Oh~ I understand!"

"What do you know?"

"He is a descendant of Xu Xian and Ning Caichen! Otherwise, why would he be named Ning Xuchen?"

Yun Ping and Ning Xuchen: "..."

2. Oh, it really is related...

"So you came to this godforsaken place just for this one Demon Silver Grass?"

Logically speaking...

Ning Xuchen was merely a cultivator who practiced the Dao of Literature, and whose cultivation level was still at the Transcendent God stage. In other places, he might be considered to have some strength, but in this dead land that had long been eroded by the Demon Dynasty, his cultivation level was at most that of a carp king that could wag its tail and jump around a bit.

Many times, you might not even have time to use the water splash, and your health bar will be reduced to zero.

To put it bluntly, Ning Xuchen's actions in coming here were essentially no different from suicide.

"Yes……"

But Ning Xuchen still came. Faced with Ye Yuchan's question, he focused his gaze on the jade bottle containing the Demon Silver Grass in his hand, his eyes filled with unwavering determination: "I must obtain this Demon Silver Grass; it is a life-saving herb..."

"Help?"

Ye Yuchan was not proficient in medicine, but she at least knew a little about it. This Demon Silver Grass was not a medicine, but a poisonous herb that could kill people. Ordinary people would avoid it like the plague, but Ning Xuchen held it tightly in his hand like a treasure.

Perhaps sensing the doubt that flashed across Ye Yuchan's brows, Ning Xuchen explained, "My master was poisoned by corpse poison... This poison is extremely potent, and the body will continue to rot over time... Ordinary medicines simply cannot cure it..."

"Only by using this Demon Silver Grass can we achieve the effect of fighting poison with poison."

Master...

Ye Yuchan glanced inadvertently at Yun Ping, who was walking towards the mountaintop not far away—the ruins of the courtyard house—before quickly averting her gaze.

She could understand Ning Xuchen's anxiety. His master was poisoned and on the verge of death... As a disciple, it was understandable that he would be extremely anxious and come here to find medicine.

at the same time--

Upon arriving at the ruins of the former courtyard house, Yunping first looked around.

There were still traces of dried blood on the soft ground underfoot, but the smell of blood in the air wasn't strong. Judging from the weathering marks on the broken walls in the distance, a considerable amount of time must have passed since the courtyard was attacked.

It will take at least five years, and at most ten years.

In other words, the courtyard house was destroyed a long time ago. If I'm not mistaken, Xiao Jiang and his group must have been engaged in a great battle with a group of people. The bloodstains in the soil have not yet been completely diluted by the demonic energy. Moreover, there is still a large patch of bloodstains on one side of the wall that is about to disappear over time. On the red-stained wall, faint traces of demonic energy are faintly visible.

"So it really is the Demon Dynasty after all..."

This blood clearly did not come from Yuan'er. If it were the blood of that little queen, the demonic energy within the bloodstains would not have thinned even after hundreds or thousands of years. The large bloodstains left on the wall should have been left by the demonic cultivators of the Demon Dynasty.

However, they really went too far. The courtyard house that they had painstakingly built in the past is now a pile of ruins.

Even the spirit field that Gu Wangjun painstakingly cultivated has completely rotted away. Not to mention the spirit plants, even the spirit field itself has lost its spiritual energy.

If the King were to witness this scene, he would probably be so furious that he would want to overthrow the Demon Dynasty...

With a sigh, Yunping finally focused his attention on the badly damaged magic weapon.

—Jiang Yuetian's spear.

It pierced through the dilapidated walls of the courtyard house, and after many years it still maintained its basic shape. The gun body was covered with countless knife and sword marks, and there were also a lot of bloodstains that exuded demonic energy.

Especially the spear tip; when Yunping pulled the spear tip out of the wall, the entire dilapidated wall collapsed into a pile of rubble, and at the same time, the crimson spear tip appeared before his eyes.

Yun Ping squinted and glanced around, immediately noticing that there seemed to be an unusual aura still lingering on the tip of the spear.

Rising from the excessively dark red bloodstains was a demonic energy completely different from the previous bloodstains, incredibly intense and emitting a foul stench.

Such demonic energy, in terms of cultivation level, should at least be attributed to a sage-level demonic cultivator who has entered the Dao.

Not only that, but there were even some traces of blood on the tip of the spear... which appeared to be Jiang Yuetian's own blood.

"Old rogue."

Ye Yuchan's voice came from behind.

The silver-haired beauty dressed in a maid outfit was followed by Ning Xuchen, who was panting heavily. She first glanced at the courtyard ruins around her, which were completely different from what she remembered, and then looked at the spear in Yun Ping's hand.

Ye Yuchan's eyes darkened, and she asked worriedly, "How are Second Senior Brother and the others...?"

"It's not clear yet, but there is one method worth trying."

Yunping's expression was more somber than usual. Although he trusted Xiao Jiang and Yuan'er, there was now enough evidence to prove that Yuntian Academy had likely been attacked by a demonic saint.

This was undoubtedly bad news for Yunping.

Although Xiao Jiang and Yuan'er are both exceptionally talented, their cultivation abilities are probably not as good as Ye Yuchan's. Even Yuchan hasn't entered the Dao yet, so Yuan'er and Xiao Jiang are probably only at the Void Transformation stage.

If the Demon Queen's seal were not broken, she would have a fighting chance against the Demon Saint—and might even be able to make him kneel down and kowtow to the Demon Queen, Yuan'er.

But to prevent the little queen from causing trouble, Yunping specifically placed a seal on her. If she were to encounter real danger, no one knows what might happen.

If something really happened to Xiao Jiang and Yuan'er—

Thinking of this, Yunping's eyes were unusually tinged with a terrifying killing intent, and an extremely cold frost crept up his cheeks as gusts of cold wind swept past his side.

But before that—

Yun Ping placed his hand on the tip of the spear, forcefully smeared the blood, now reduced to dust, onto his fingertips, and then, under the dumbfounded gazes of Ye Yuchan and Ning Xuchen…

He put his finger in his mouth.

……

Ye Yuchan blinked, her expression one of utter astonishment.

The old rogue smacked his lips, furrowed his brows, and closed his eyes, as if he were savoring wine, carefully tasting the slight blood powder.

After a moment, he raised his eyelids, and the cold and murderous expression finally dissipated, replaced by his usual lazy and indifferent look.

"Alright, I roughly know what's going on."

Ye Yuchan looked at her like she was looking at a monster: "You...you knew?"

"Hmm...more or less. I'm not quite sure yet, but Bajie is safe for now."

Yunping stretched out his hand, pointed in a distant direction, and then pointed overhead: "Based on my judgment, Xiao Jiang should have gone in that direction, but it's also possible that he went above us."

Ning Xuchen was taken aback: "The top of your head?"