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

"How about it?"

The moment he asked the question, the white-haired youth saw the anxious Lu Yingqiu and immediately knew the answer.

"It seems you haven't found an exit over there either."

Ning Xuchen said disappointedly, "So it's the Fourth Master too..."

“Yes.” Gu Xingzhu shook his head, his face still expressionless. “Unfortunately, I can’t find any place that looks like an exit. This place is too big. I’ve traveled a hundred miles using my spiritual energy and still haven’t seen an exit.”

Where is Master Ye?

"No."

Ye Yuchan shook her head, her face still showing a hint of fatigue: "And I also encountered the old rogue's resentful avatar on the road. That figure... no, that appearance was indeed very difficult to distinguish."

You were right about body shape, weren't you?

Gu Xingzhuo narrowed his eyes, as if he could see right through Ye Yuchan.

But at that moment, his attention was clearly elsewhere.

"Where is Junior Sister Ruoxue? Where did she go?"

"Ruoxue, she..." Ye Yuchan's face also turned ugly when this matter was mentioned.

She has always cared about Zhang Ruoxue, after all, her relationship with this girl... although she was unwilling to admit it, they were indeed very good best friends.

—Even though sometimes they act a bit plastic.

Ye Yuchan sighed deeply, her voice filled with worry, "Ruoxue ran off to somewhere by herself, and I couldn't stop her."

“How could this be…” Ning Xuchen, who looked like a scholar, froze and said anxiously, “A person in a place like this… is very likely to encounter danger.”

"Ah, I did encounter it."

The speaker was Zhang Ruoxue, who was walking slowly from not far away.

However, her expression was not full at the moment; instead, she looked somewhat weak.

Upon hearing Zhang Ruoxue's voice, Ye Yuchan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

What?! This girl... she truly lives up to her reputation as a saint!

The Lost Forest of Death really didn't have any effect on our silly Ruoxue!

"Ruoxue, you..."

With a face full of relief and joy, Ye Yuchan's expression froze the moment she turned her head.

It wasn't just her.

Lu Yingqiu, Ning Xuchen, and Gu Xingzhuo are all the same.

The smile on his face vanished in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Ruoxue herself was completely unaware of this.

With a wry, apologetic smile on her face, she approached the stunned Ye Yuchan and said, "I'm sorry, Yuchan... I must have worried you by running off without a word."

"But after seeing Xiaohan... I couldn't resist and chased after her."

"It seems... this Lost Forest of Death is indeed quite something, it actually managed to get Xiao Han and the others..."

Zhang Ruoxue's heart remained unsettled for a long time as she recalled everything she had heard in the Lost Forest.

She took a deep breath and forced a smile back.

"Speaking of which, I owe it all to my senior brother, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Ruoxue noticed—

Both Ye Yuchan and Lu Yingqiu had expressions of disbelief and horror on their faces.

It was like seeing a ghost.

Zhang Ruoxue blinked blankly, just as she was about to ask the reason.

Suddenly, Gu Xingzhuo's shadow appeared in her vision.

"Eh?"

doubt.

At this moment, her mind was also filled with questions.

"Why……"

She turned her head and looked at Gu Xingzhuo, who had a slightly surprised expression on his face.

And Gu Xingzhuo, who was standing there dumbfounded, opposite him.

I'm lost and confused.

"There will be two senior brothers?"

At this moment.

A cold wind brushed my face.

Two white-haired youths, two ancient figures, faced each other, speechless.

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[I was originally going to skip this, but then I remembered that today is New Year's Day, so... hehehe]

Happy New Year, everyone!

I'm sure everyone has received a lot of lucky money by now.

and so……

I will continue to love you all in the new year (crazy, random hints).

6. What about jumping back and forth?

Same appearance, same posture.

Gu Xingzhuo and Gu Xingzhuo.

If we only look at their appearances, there is no difference between the two Gu Xingzhuo.

Whether it's hair color, facial features, or body shape—they are completely identical, and even their expressions are exactly the same.

The lost forest of death, a manifestation of resentment.

Just like the two "Yunping" figures that Ye Yuchan had seen before, what was presented to everyone at this moment was such a bizarre fact.

……

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

The two ancient figures exchanged a glance with their opponent, their expressions simultaneously hardening, and then they both spoke sharply in unison:

"He's a fake!"

"He's a fake!"

The two men's words completely overlapped.

As expected.

Ye Yuchan stared blankly, helplessly rubbing her forehead, her face indescribably pale.

For her, if two completely identical Zhang Ruoxues appeared, perhaps she would still have a way to distinguish the real from the fake.

But the problem is—

Although Gu Xingzhuo was Ye Yuchan's fourth senior brother, unfortunately, she didn't know much about this mysterious ultimate embodiment.

Ye Yuchan couldn't discern the other person's habits, changes in tone of voice, or even the subtle facial expressions.

And if we were to ask who among those present knew Gu Xingzhuo best—

Ye Yuchan's gaze involuntarily fell on Zhang Ruoxue.

"Huh?! Two... two fourth senior brothers?"

"Huh? What's going on? What... what's going on? Fourth Senior Brother... created a clone?!"

But our Ruoxue was completely disoriented at the moment, looking around in confusion, her face clearly showing her bewilderment.

It would be strange if this girl could figure it out, given her way of thinking.

On the other hand, Lu Yingqiu and Ning Xuchen, the master and disciple, knew very little about Gu Xingzhuo. Unless a certain manifestation of resentment truly exposed a huge flaw, they could not determine whether it was real or fake.

But one thing is certain—

The current situation is quite dire.

But Gu Xingzhuo doesn't think so.

"There's no doubt, Ruoxue, the one standing next to you is definitely the embodiment of resentment."

The white-haired youth, Gu Xingzhuo, had a stern face and a particularly solemn expression.

He seemed convinced that he was the real one, and therefore harbored extremely strong hostility towards Gu Xingzhuo, who was standing next to Zhang Ruoxue.

That's only natural, and that's certainly true.

However, Gu Xingzhuo, whom [he] had identified, shook his head without changing his expression: "The Lost Forest of Death is filled with resentment, which constantly transforms into the appearance of people we are familiar with. You say I am an incarnation of resentment, but do you have any proof? Prove that you are not an incarnation of resentment?"

"Moreover, as the senior brother, you chose to act alone instead of following your two junior sisters. Junior Sister Ruoxue was almost bewitched by the Lost Forest of Death. If I hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid Ruoxue..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ruoxue immediately realized, "That's right, Fourth Senior Brother saved me just now. If he was a manifestation of resentment, there would have been no need for him to intervene."

For a moment, Zhang Ruoxue also turned her attention to Gu Xingzhuo, who had appeared from the very beginning.

Zhang Ruoxue knew that Gu Xingzhuo, who was beside her just now, had saved her life. She didn't believe that he was a manifestation of resentment.

So everyone turned their attention to Gu Xingzhuo, who was standing not far away, ready to hear how he would respond.

Gu Xingzhuo had a sullen face, seemingly aware of the suspicious gazes from those around him, but he did not feel displeased by it.

Under such circumstances, it is normal to be suspected, and he will not blame anyone for it.

He said slowly, "We also know very little about the Lost Forest of Death. Whether the manifestation of resentment is real, and whether it will directly affect people, we do not fully understand."