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

She could only stand there, clenching her fists, unsure of who to aim them at.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Qu Wuxin laughed loudly. He had no other thoughts about Zhang Ruoxue's reaction except that he wanted to laugh.

He waved his hand and said, "It seems you haven't fully grasped the situation yet. However, since I'm fortunate enough to see you here, I'll spare your life for the sake of our bloodline."

"After all, you're my own sister, right?"

Qu Wuxin turned his head, licked his lips at Ye Yuchan at his feet, his eyes filled with an unconcealable coldness: "However, this guy who barged in without permission may be a different story. I have no blood relation with her."

Zhang Ruoxue suddenly realized Qu Wuxin's intention and shouted, "You're not allowed to touch her!!"

"Whether I lay a hand on her or not is not up to you to decide."

Qu Wuxin waved his hand, and a thick wisp of black smoke emerged from his sleeve, quickly enveloping Ye Yuchan before condensing back into wisps of black smoke and drifting into the tomb in front of the five dark mountain peaks.

Before Zhang Ruoxue could react, everything went black. When her vision returned, the Demon Lord lying in a pool of blood behind her had vanished.

The ground beneath her feet suddenly trembled, and Zhang Ruoxue subconsciously sensed something was wrong. Just as she was about to leave, a terrifying pressure suddenly came from above.

As if the sky above had collapsed, a spell formed from cold and fierce demonic energy swirled above Zhang Ruoxue's head. At the same time, about a hundred meters away from Zhang Ruoxue, four gray-white barriers rose rapidly from the ground.

No—it wasn't something like a city wall.

It's a tombstone.

The nameless tombstone—magnified countless times—encompassed Zhang Ruoxue entirely.

Countless demonic forces, both above and below, combined with the four tombstones, formed a perfect cage!

Even more bizarrely, in the next instant, the four tombstones shrank rapidly, and in the process of shrinking, they all rushed towards Zhang Ruoxue in the center at an unprecedented speed, stopping abruptly at a distance of about two or three meters from Zhang Ruoxue, reducing her range of movement to only two or three body lengths.

Surrounded by endless demonic energy, Zhang Ruoxue felt as if her muscles were sealed off. Even though her body was still burning with azure flames, she could barely move and had great difficulty exerting any strength.

"I'm sorry—"

Outside the prison formed by the tombstones, Qu Wuxin's flippant words could be heard.

"To prevent you from causing trouble, I will keep you here for now. I will come back to find you after I have dealt with the trespasser and taught my useless companion a lesson."

"Then, my brother and I will have a good talk... about the past."

After speaking, he walked away slowly with an exaggerated laugh.

Zhang Ruoxue noticed that the other person's footsteps were getting further and further away, and immediately shouted angrily: "Wait! Don't go! If you dare to do anything to Yu Chan, I will never let you off!"

She angrily swung her iron fist and slammed it into the tombstone in front of her.

Of course.

Its power seemed to have been reduced countless times; with a single punch, not even the slightest ripple was made, let alone shake the tombstone in front of it that was entangled with demonic energy.

There are differences even among saints; not all cultivators who have reached the saint level are the same.

Clearly, although Zhang Ruoxue's target for revenge was a demonic saint, in terms of cultivation level and destiny, he was worlds apart from Qu Wuxin.

Even with the help of the "Silent Moon" technique, Zhang Ruoxue was still unable to shake the prison that Qu Wuxin had personally built!

"Get back here! Get back here right now!!"

One punch after another!

Zhang Ruoxue desperately blasted forward, trying to break free of this damned cage.

Thinking of what Qu Wuxin had said earlier... she knew that if she didn't get out of this damned place soon, Ye Yuchan's life might be in danger...

That sharp-tongued, arrogant, flat-chested woman might just—

"That bastard, I'm definitely going to kill him..."

Kill him.

For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to say those three words.

The iron fist that was swinging forward also hovered in mid-air, and the killing intent surging in his heart was directed at Qu Wuxin.

If what he said is true...

Then he must be his own younger brother, his blood-related...younger brother.

When she was still Qu Wenxue, she must have had a familial memory with Qu Wuxin, but she had forgotten it. However, it must have existed.

It is an unchangeable fact.

Thinking of this, the fist that should have been swung forward lost its target once again.

At that moment, she suddenly froze.

A strange thought amplified in her mind, and it unleashed all the pent-up anger she had accumulated over the past twenty years.

She only wants to figure out one thing right now.

She really is Zhang Ruoxue...

Or is it Qu Wenxue?

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Ahem, this month is, as always, a month of pigeons (a Chinese idiom for being lazy and unproductive).

However, I will definitely update more frequently next month.

And please rest assured, everyone, all of my disciples' stories end beautifully—even if someone truly dies, it might be a kind of liberation!

Lao Yu Nian has never written any angst-filled stories, so don't worry, everyone!

By the way, I'd like to recommend some books:

"It's definitely problematic for me to save the world by writing novels."

It's basically a novel that replaces grades—a silly story. Those interested can check it out.

36. So why?

Memories are resurfacing.

Those memories that should have belonged to her, but were accidentally forgotten due to a certain incident, are constantly returning to her consciousness.

On the desolate horizon, bewildered people stand frozen in place as a flood of past memories floods their minds.

Her surname is Qu, and she was born into a prestigious family. She possessed outstanding talent for cultivation from birth.

Her biological parents were the heads of a very prestigious family in the Extreme Heaven Domain. She remembered that her father was very strict with her, always with a solemn face. If she made a mistake in her cultivation, he would severely reprimand and scold her.

Her mother rarely spoke up in defense of her; they preferred her younger brother to her.

The second brother, Qu Wuxin, has the best relationship with the eldest sister, Qu Wenxue. Perhaps it is because Qu Wuxin is Qu Wenxue's first brother, and she watched him grow up. Blood is thicker than water, and with years of kinship, she naturally dotes on him.

She didn't feel too much resentment about her parents' favoritism towards her second brother, Qu Wuxin, and never complained—perhaps because her sensible and well-behaved second brother would often secretly give her cultivation resources and would also personally go to the city to buy some osmanthus cakes.

She remembers that her mother's cooking was very delicious.

Unfortunately, after she turned twenty, she no longer had the chance to eat her mother's cooking.

The Qu family was wiped out.

The one that destroyed the Qu family was an evil sect.

Of the entire family, she was the only one who miraculously survived that horrific storm.

She vaguely remembered that stern father lying on the ground covered in blood, holding her hand with his scarred right hand, and saying many things.

It was nothing more than what a father should say; in the end, he just told her to run away quickly so that the Qu family line wouldn't end.

She did as she was told. She was no match for those demonic cultivators, and staying would only bring her more suffering, so she had no choice but to run.

Even when she saw her second brother, Qu Wuxin, crawling out of the ruins covered in wounds, she still didn't turn back.

Qu Wenxue felt that she was a heartless person.

She had the chance to save the boy struggling desperately on the edge of death, she had the chance to save her own brother, but she didn't dare to take the gamble—

If you take even half a step back, you may face death from the sky.

Her father's dying words still echoed in her ears. She dared not gamble, not even on the side of her own younger brother. She could only harden her heart and run away like a coward.

Amidst the towering flames, besides the scorching sounds, there was also a mournful cry.

"Big sister, save me!!"

The desperate words of hope were ultimately swallowed up by the flames and received no response.

Sorry.

She's a cowardly good-for-nothing.

She ran a long, long way, wanting to get away from this place as soon as possible...

However, the evil sect members still caught up. In the Extreme Heaven Domain, the evil sect always handled things cleanly and efficiently, and they would never let Qu Wenxue go without eliminating any threat.

A handsome young man descended from the sky and shattered the evil sect's plan to exterminate them with a single sword strike. A cultivator named Liu Xunkong sensed an unusual demonic aura when he passed by and followed the aura, never expecting to witness Qu Wenxue being chased.

He rescued Qu Wenxue and brought her into the Azure Sky Alliance.

This was their first meeting, and also the beginning of a romance—Qu Wenxue fell in love quite easily with the male cultivator who stepped forward to save her at the critical moment of life and death.

...These are Qu Wenxue's memories from the past.

At this very moment, a continuous stream of information was pouring into her mind, like a river flowing into the sea.

The memories of two very different people are constantly intertwining.

……

……

Inside the tomb.

Thin yet strong silk threads bound the girl's delicate body and limbs, covered with a large amount of cold and dark demonic energy, connecting to the four corners of the deep tomb cave, suspending the silver-haired maid-dress girl in the air.

Her snow-white thighs were slightly parted, her jade hands were bound by demonic energy on silk threads, her wrists were tied together, and the silk threads around her waist forced Ye Yuchan to lean forward, forcing her to stick out her shapely buttocks in a rather shameful way.

The chill and cold wind inside the tomb made Ye Yuchan's delicate body tremble, but her chest... well, there was no rise and fall.

But at this moment she didn't feel much better, panting heavily, with a hint of unease in her eyes.