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

Is this world real? Are we just a bunch of pre-programmed data? Or are we living in a story created by someone else?

"The more you think, the more fake it seems; the more you ponder, the more confused you become."

"You should be the one who is least good at thinking, but that's precisely why you've become the one who finds it hardest to break free from the cage of thinking."

……

She listened to the young man's words, and she clearly understood each word, but for some reason, when they were put together, she couldn't understand them.

She shook her head, pressed her hand against the wall the young man was leaning against, and murmured involuntarily:

So what... should I do?

"Am I your disciple... or the wife of the Azure Sky Alliance leader?"

"All."

A flicker of reminiscence crossed Yunping's eyes; it seemed he had looked just as lost before.

He had thought more than once that if his soul were transferred to someone else's body and coexisted with that person's memories and body, would he still be himself at that time?

The answer is yes.

He is who he is.

From the past countless years ago, to the endless, unknowable future, and the ever-changing present—

At all times, he is himself; when he exists, his consciousness symbolizes himself.

Yunping knew that this thing sounded very idealistic and very bullshit, but it was he himself who came up with this idealistic and bullshit idea, so he always firmly believed that this idealistic and bullshit thing was his own will.

"You are both Qu Wenxue and Zhang Ruoxue; both of these memories belong to you."

"If you insist on speaking, then you are now..."

"She should be called Zhang Wenxue!"

……

……

For a moment, the scene became quite quiet.

The awkward atmosphere intensified until someone broke the damn silence.

"Teacher, please be more serious."

—A serious rant from Gu Xingzhuo.

The old rogue waved his hand and chuckled, "Actually, I think this name is pretty good, isn't it?"

"Please take this seriously."

Yunping's lips twitched, and he sighed helplessly: "I know, I know, really... you don't understand the essence of what your teacher taught you at all."

In short—

The old rogue's eyes became unusually sharp.

"People who dwell on the past and give up on the future are mostly idiots with mental problems, while those who completely abandon the past and only focus on the future are complete morons."

"Whether it's Zhang Ruoxue or Qu Wenxue, to put it bluntly—"

He acted like a complete stranger, and his first words were extremely offensive.

"At this moment, you are still imprisoned by this pile of junk. You are a complete idiot. Neither Zhang Ruoxue nor Qu Wenxue are smart. So I actually agree with what Yu Chan said—you are a fool, an idiot."

"And idiots don't need to think."

"If you really want to figure out who you are... I advise you to just give up thinking. The more a fool thinks, the dumber he will become, because the answer he comes up with may be wrong, but human emotions do not lie."

"So... just do as you please, make judgments based on your own thoughts—this is Zhang Ruoxue's judgment, and also Qu Wenxue's judgment."

"Make a decision."

"Fool."

……

……

The person who was called an idiot still didn't reply.

She took a deep breath and remained silent for a while.

Then, in that uncertain tone, he asked:

What if I make the wrong decision?

"That was a decision you made following your own judgment."

……

call--

The young man clearly heard a long sigh of relief.

After that, there was the sound of fists being clenched so tightly that bones cracked and popped.

"Although they said so much, I didn't actually understand anything at all..."

"It basically means I can do whatever I want, right?"

"Idiot, moron, moron... mad dog... I feel like you all have a lot of opinions about me, giving me all these inexplicable nicknames."

"But to be honest..."

boom!

A wave of fists surged up.

The iron fist, burning with azure flames, collided violently with the tombstone that dared to block her rage.

She tilted her head back, completely giving up on thinking.

"It sounds quite pleasant."

boom!

Another punch.

Her fists pounded against the tombstone in front of her like a storm, even though it was erected by a saint, even though there was a gap between them that she could not overcome.

The pain of broken skin shot through her left fist, but by now, she was completely unresponsive to that level of pain.

Crackling sounds filled the air as the iron fists rained down on the enemy. Even the icy right arm began to crumble, cracking inside and showing signs of breaking apart.

Blood continued to splatter on the wall, but Zhang Ruoxue's punches did not diminish in the slightest.

Upon realizing this situation, Gu Xingzhuo instinctively summoned his magical artifact, wanting to lend her a helping hand.

But a hand blocked his way.

"Let her do it herself."

Yunping shook his head, stopping Gu Xingzhuo's idea.

Upon hearing this, the fourth disciple of Yuntian Academy showed a hint of doubt on his face, but then he seemed to understand something and took a few steps back with a slight sense of unease and worry.

Standing at a distance, my worried gaze lingered on the trembling tombstone wall.

bang bang bang-

All I could hear were continuous explosions, like the roar of ten thousand thunderbolts.

Her anger and hatred erupted completely from her confused self at this moment. With all her might, she unleashed a punch powerful enough to shake the seal of a Saint.

The inside of Hanbing's right arm trembled violently, and a small amount of ice fragments shot outwards.

But this punch truly shattered the layers of demonic energy that had gathered before them, sending the entire tombstone flying and landing perfectly in the tomb beneath Five Finger Mountain.

"No! No! Faith!"

The bright moonlight shone down, illuminating the girl's blood-stained face.

She walked out of the prison with heavy steps. At this moment, the bones in her left hand were shattered beyond repair, and the ancient ice that made up her right arm was on the verge of collapse.

Her black hair cascaded down her back, and her face was filled with boundless rage as she stared intently at the tomb.

"Get the hell out here!!"

With a loud shout, the sky and earth changed color, and the earth trembled.

After a few seconds of silence, a black whirlwind rushed out of the cave and instantly arrived at the empty graveyard.

Qu Wuxin, now exuding a chilling aura and imposing presence, landed slowly. His dark and murderous eyes reflected the disheveled figure of the black-haired woman.

He couldn't help but find it somewhat unbelievable.

"You actually managed to walk out—!"

The next moment, as if he had sensed something, he shifted his gaze to Yun Ping and Gu Xingzhuo beside him.

Qu Wuxin narrowed his eyes and gave a sarcastic sneer: "Hmph, so you've found some help."

The old rogue smiled helplessly, spread his hands, and didn't bother to explain Qu Wuxin's misunderstanding.

Upon seeing Qu Wuxin, Gu Xingzhuo was also taken aback. Liu Xunkong's memories flooded his mind—he had seen Qu Wenxue draw Qu Wuxin's appearance before, and thus had some impression of this younger brother whom he had never met.

—So he's not dead after all… No wonder Junior Sister Ruoxue was so shaken.

He vaguely remembered that Qu Wenxue had dreamed of that scene more than once in her dreams... In the sea of ​​fire, her best brother lay on the ground, screaming in anguish, begging Qu Wenxue to go back and save him.

But Qu Wenxue still ran away, abandoning the boy who had high hopes for his sister, and ran away without looking back.

For Qu Wenxue, it was a shadow that was hard to shake off.

Should we go help?

The thought flashed through Gu Xingzhuo's mind once again.

But this time he didn't rush forward; instead, he turned his gaze to Yunping.

"Just like you, she also has things she has to do."

Yunping shook his head and refused.

Gu Xingzhuo nodded; he had already anticipated his teacher's answer.