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

"Eh... Ah... Oh oh oh!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan realized that the title definitely belonged to that mysterious senior!

So, the general who had his name mocked didn't get angry at all. Instead, he chuckled foolishly and, under the incredulous gazes of his subordinates, moved closer to Yunping.

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I didn't break the chapter...

24. Necessary.

The old rogue called Fang Yan over for no other reason than to inquire about the boy's experiences over the years and, incidentally, the situation in Broken Wood City.

In a sense, Fang Yan is definitely a protagonist template; his experiences could be directly pulled out and written into another book, "X Breaking the Sky".

However, it is true that he and Yunping are destined to meet.

Fang Yan's current status is due not only to his incredible luck, which seems to be a gift from heaven, but also to another major reason: the Nine Emperors Sword Technique that Yun Ping gave him during the battle of the myriad sects.

After being defeated by Zhang Ruoxue, the supreme sword technique that Martial Emperor Gu Tianren had personally comprehended was passed on to Fang Yan by Yun Ping. In a sense, Fang Yan could be considered an unofficial disciple of the old rogue.

In the city of Broken Wood.

Inside the council chamber, Fang Yan sat tremblingly on a small stool, leaving his general's throne empty, and obediently placed his hands on his lap, sitting upright.

Meanwhile, the old rogue touched the soft carpet on the armrest of the general's throne, nodded slightly, and smiled at Fang Yan: "Why are you so nervous? It's not like we haven't seen this before. Your posture now is like that of a primary school student. If your soldiers saw this, they would probably mistake me for the founding emperor of your Lantian Empire."

Fang Yan gave a wry smile, still not daring to relax his posture: "Senior, although you are not our founding emperor, you seem to have sworn brotherhood with him... According to seniority, you are a founding prince..."

Indeed, the old rogue had actually become sworn brothers with Chu Lantian, the founding emperor of the Lantian Empire, and they even made a bet. So, Chu Lantian should really call the old rogue "Grandpa."

So even if he were to actually sit in that general's position, I reckon no one in the imperial royal family would object.

Upon hearing this, Yunping smiled wryly and did not refute it.

Upon seeing this, Fang Yan first looked around, then seemed to have thought of something.

"Speaking of which, why hasn't Miss Ruoxue returned yet? Didn't you send Miss Ye to look for her, Senior?"

"I asked her to bring her two grand-disciples along as well."

"Grand-disciple?"

Gu Xingzhuo, sitting next to Fang Yan, was taken aback. Of course, he knew the meaning of this word.

Although the white-haired boy's facial muscles did not show any shock, Yunping still caught a hint of confusion in the boy's delicate eyes.

He raised his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the doors of the council chamber.

"Look, here they are."

He had just finished speaking.

A fair hand pushed open the doors of the council chamber, and four figures walked in side by side.

Ye Yuchan was still the same Ye Yuchan, with her silver hair flowing. She seemed to have a slight dissatisfaction because she had been assigned a lot of hard labor.

Zhang Ruoxue was a bit different. This girl had a lot of injuries, but they seemed to have been treated before she came. Both her hands were wrapped in bandages, and her previously exposed snow-white abdomen was also wrapped up.

The remaining two were Ning Xuchen, who looked like a scholar, and Lu Yingqiu, who looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

Despite her youthful appearance, Lu Yingqiu took a very practiced step forward and knelt down in front of Gu Xingzhuo without saying a word.

"Disciple Lu Yingqiu greets Martial Uncle Gu!"

Upon hearing her words, Ning Xuchen, Lu Yingqiu's disciple, hurriedly moved to Lu Yingqiu's side, knelt down, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and called out:

"Disciple Ning Xuchen greets Martial Uncle Gu!"

……

Gu Xingzhuo was stunned.

He sprang up from the stool expressionlessly (or perhaps his facial muscles were too stiff to make an expression), then took a big step back expressionlessly, staring helplessly at the two people who had suddenly knelt down in front of him.

"This...this..."

Gu Xingzhuo was still in shock, staring blankly at Yun Ping, then glancing back at Lu Yingqiu and the other two.

He had no expression, but his bewildered eyes betrayed that Gu Xingzhuo was currently in a state of shock.

Watching Gu Xingzhuo's flustered reaction, Zhang Ruoxue couldn't help but mutter, "I feel like Fourth Senior Brother is pretty clueless too..."

Ye Yuchan rolled her eyes at Zhang Ruoxue: "You have no right to say that."

"We just met, are you already trying to start a fight with me again?"

Ye Yuchan chuckled, spread her hands, but didn't say anything. Instead, she gave Zhang Ruoxue a smug look that seemed to say, "Come on, you!"

That look in his eyes is exactly the same as that of the old rogue.

Zhang Ruoxue, with her fiery temper, almost punched Ye Yuchan on the head.

However, Ye Yuchan was not jealous. At present, the difference in their cultivation levels was not significant, and if they were to fight, neither of them could really win.

And so, inside the vast council hall—

Gu Xingzhuo was still bewildered by the two junior disciples who had suddenly appeared.

Zhang Ruoxue and Ye Yuchan were bickering—tickling each other.

The old rogue sat cross-legged on the general's throne, watching the show.

Fang Yan watched nervously from the side...

As expected of Yuntian Academy... anything related to this academy inexplicably becomes lively, and there's always some kind of trouble that happens.

Perhaps realizing that things might not progress at all if things continued this way, Fang Yan coughed lightly.

He asked cautiously, "Um... can we talk a little about Brokenwood City?"

"Ok?"

Ye Yuchan seemed to only now realize Fang Yan's presence. She blinked and stared at Fang Yan thoughtfully for a while.

"Who are you... who was it again?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan chuckled wryly and immediately began to speak, preparing to clearly state his name.

However, Ye Yuchan quickly reached out, one hand to her forehead, and closed her eyes in thought: "No, no, no... don't remind me, let me think about it..."

"You are that person, that..."

"Square Earth...Square Water? Square Metal? Or round Fire..."

Fang Yan: "..."

"Oh well, whatever, it doesn't matter. I'll just call you Number One from now on."

—Even the name has been omitted!

The guardian general of the Lantian Empire's territory twitched at the corner of his mouth and gasped.

Fortunately, he's gotten used to it, and names don't really matter to him anymore.

There's nothing to be afraid of anymore.

"Ah, speaking of which..."

Zhang Ruoxue's mind was still preoccupied with the events in Broken Wood City. She remembered what Fang Yan had told her earlier, and her expression darkened.

She looked at Fang Yan with some shame and self-reproach, and said bitterly, "About the Guardian Army..."

Zhang Ruoxue's tone was extremely strange, and Fang Yan couldn't possibly not sense it.

A sense of foreboding rose in his heart, and his heart, which had not fluttered for a long time, suddenly skipped a beat: "What's wrong? The Guardian Army..."

Zhang Ruoxue looked at Fang Yan, remained silent for a few seconds, and then spoke: "Deputy Commander Lü led his team to defect and has already surrendered to the Demon Dynasty."

Ye Yuchan, who was standing nearby, added, "Moreover, all the Guardian Army soldiers he took away are dead and have been turned into corpse puppets. Although Ruoxue killed quite a few, there should still be five or six hundred corpse puppets in the hands of that so-called Deputy Officer Lü."

"The corpse puppet... has defected..."

Fang Yan seemed to have lost his soul, his hands hanging limply at his sides, his expression blank.

In the battle of Broken Wood City, nearly a hundred of his remaining Guardian Army soldiers had died. In other words, his Guardian Army was... almost wiped out.

His most capable adjutant was no more, and the army he had painstakingly trained was now ravaged.

"We have a way to deal with corpse puppets."

After finally finishing her greetings, Lu Yingqiu stood up with Ning Xuchen and stared solemnly at Fang Yan.

“Handle…?” Zhang Ruoxue clenched her fists tightly. “If it’s just about destroying those corpse puppets, I can handle that.”

"That's not the kind of treatment."

Lu Yingqiu shook her head and pointed to the ground: "If it's just a simple physical annihilation, anyone can do it, but... it might trigger the Four Blood Purgatory below us."

"Therefore... purification is needed."

Purification.

Gu Xingzhu recalled the scene of those 20,000 demonic cultivators turning into golden paper and scattering, and looked at Yun Ping.

"Is it like a teacher?"

“I don’t think so…” Although she hadn’t witnessed that scene firsthand, Lu Yingqiu could still guess what Gu Xingzhuo meant by purification: “The purification I’m talking about is simply eliminating the demonic energy and runes on the corpse puppets… Although it’s impossible to bring them back to life, at least…”

Lu Yingqiu paused here.

She looked at Fang Yan, her heavy voice echoing in the council hall.

"Let them be left with a complete corpse... in human form."

……

For a moment, no one spoke.

Everyone looked at Fang Yan, at this hero of the Lantian Empire, and at the generals of the Lantian Army.

He took a deep breath, lowered his eyelids, and after a moment, let out a long sigh.

"If we can let them return to the Empire as Imperial soldiers, that would be a good ending."

Generals die in a hundred battles, and strong men return in ten years.