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

"You...you..."

Several elders of the Qin Sect pointed at Yun Ping'er, their faces flushed red: "You really don't know what's good for you... You're simply outrageous..."

"enough!"

A dignified shout came from above.

Upon hearing this, all the elders were startled—the source of the voice was none other than Grandma Nine Fingers, who was sitting upright on the ancient wooden bench.

The blood at the corner of her mouth had been wiped away by Ling Yuan, and a resolute and cold determination flashed across Grandma Nine Fingers' aged and pale face.

She narrowed her eyes as she looked at Yunping'er, who didn't treat her like an outsider at all, and Lin Yuan, who sat obediently beside her.

"This musician saved my life and the entire Qin school."

"But... Sect Master, her unnecessary action was really..."

"She's willing."

As soon as Grandma Nine Fingers finished speaking, the main hall of the Qin Sect fell silent.

As an elder, her words carried absolute authority.

“This musician saved the entire Qin Sect. This is a great favor that the Qin Sect can hardly repay. Besides, I don’t think the Qin Sect will be safe if we just let Zuo He go back.”

"Regardless of the circumstances, this musician is still our Qin Sect's benefactor. If our benefactor is willing, even if Zuo He is killed on the spot as our benefactor said, we should not have any complaints."

"Can……"

The elders of the Qin Sect seemed to want to say something more, but knowing they were in the wrong, they swallowed the words that were about to come out.

They also knew that they had no right to ask their savior to do anything.

They were already deeply grateful that someone had saved their lives, and as for their subsequent actions dragging the Qin Sect down with them... they just wanted to complain a little.

If only Zuo He hadn't been asked to cripple his legs and gouge out his eyes again.

Such thoughts would more or less affect every disciple of the Qin School present.

Yunping glanced meaningfully at Grandma Nine Fingers. This sect leader of the Qin Sect had stood up for her, firstly to uphold justice, and secondly...

I'm afraid they have ulterior motives.

"Compared to this—"

Grandma Nine Fingers stared intently at Yunping'er, her tone tinged with humility: "This old woman has something she'd like to ask our benefactor."

Yunping waved her hand and patted Xiaoyuan'er's head beside her: "Ask away."

“My benefactor…you said your name is Yunping’er…right?”

"Correct."

"Then you should know someone named Yunping, right?"

really.

Yunping raised her eyebrows slightly, a smile playing on her cherry-red lips: "Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"Decades ago, if I remember correctly, I believe I saw that official once at the grand banquet in the Imperial Palace."

Whenever she recalls those days, Grandma Nine Fingers involuntarily raises her head.

The gaze fell on the painting on the ceiling—Emperor Wen, Xuan Lei, dressed in white, was playing the zither on the edge of a cliff, using the power of a single piece of music to wipe out all the enemies who dared to pursue him.

The majesty of that time, the dominance of that time, the composure of that time.

Too similar.

Too similar.

In the battle at the Imperial Pavilion, the man named Yun Ping, who came from the Yun Tian Academy, had four great literary treasures surrounding him, and he could command the literary path at will. Even Gu Tianwang, the master of the Imperial Pavilion at the time, was beaten without any power to fight back. From beginning to end, he couldn't even grab the hem of Yun Ping's clothes.

"At that time, my wife was not yet the leader of the Qin Sect, but she also went to the Emperor's Pavilion with me and attended the grand banquet. There, I met that gentleman named Yunping."

That white robe, that indifferent indifference, is exactly the same as Emperor Wen Xuan Lei in my memory and in the paintings!

With the resonance of Emperor Wen's four treasures surrounding him, Yun Ping's identity... was almost obvious.

Everyone believed that he was the person they believed in and revered.

Although he never admitted it, he never came to study the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting again.

"Since our benefactor is named Yunping'er, then... she must have a deep relationship with that Lord Yunping, right?"

Grandma Nine Fingers narrowed her eyes, eagerly awaiting Yunping's answer.

Upon hearing this, Yunping took a sip of wine and smiled slightly.

"The relationship is indeed very deep."

"And you are...?"

“I am her daughter.”

puff--

Xiao Yuan'er, who was drinking water, suddenly spat out her tea.

Lin Yuan stared at Yun Ping'er's delicate profile as if she had seen a ghost, while the latter turned her head with a gentle expression and reached out to stroke Yuan'er's back.

The laughter was incredibly light and pleasant.

“Sister Yuan’er, you must sip tea slowly. If you are in a hurry, you will not be able to appreciate its charm.”

"Ah... um..." Lin Yuan blinked and nodded blankly, "Okay... okay, Sister Ping'er..."

Seeing Lin Yuan's strange reaction, Grandma Nine Fingers was also taken aback. Of course, she couldn't help but notice the oddity in it.

But right now, even if she sensed something was wrong, she didn't dare to say anything!

"Ahem." Grandma Nine Fingers could only cough twice before asking, "Then... where did your father, my benefactor, go?"

"As you probably know, he's a man who's rarely seen, his whereabouts are unpredictable, who knows where he's gone?"

"What? You need to see him for something?"

When faced with Yunping'er's question, Grandma Nine Fingers paused for a moment, then shook her head with a wry smile: "No, it's nothing serious."

In fact, ever since the battle at the Imperial Pavilion, the four sects of Qin, Qi, Shu, Hua have gone mad in their search for Yuntian Academy, wishing they could bring Yun Ping directly into their own sects and worship him as a god.

Now that the Qin Sect is in crisis, they naturally place their hopes on Yun Ping, hoping that the person they admire can stand up and protect them.

And that's why the old rogue suddenly started cross-dressing.

Perhaps once or twice, the old rogue might lend a hand, but he would never directly establish himself within the Qin Sect as their gatekeeper.

If he were to appear in his original form, the Qin Sect members might try to keep the old rogue around under some pretext.

He doesn't have that much time.

"Now that you've finished asking your questions—"

Yunping'er slowly stood up, put down her wine cup, patted her snow-white long robe, and said, "Then I should go too. There are still people waiting for me."

“Yuan’er”.

Xiao Yuan'er was still in a daze. At first, she didn't even realize that Yun Ping'er was calling her. After a few seconds of confusion, she came to her senses and asked, "Ah... what's wrong? Um... Sister Ping'er?"

Yunping smiled and patted Yuan'er's head: "There must be something else you haven't done, right?"

"Eh?"

What brings you here?

"what……"

Yuan'er then realized what was happening and gently patted her head.

She almost forgot about the important matter.

She first glanced at Yunping'er, seemingly feeling that it wasn't appropriate to ask her directly here, then turned back and looked at Grandma Nine Fingers on the old wooden bench.

"Um, Sect Master Grandmother, I've come to ask you something."

"Oh? You're asking about this old woman?"

Grandma Nine Fingers' gaze lingered between Yun Ping'er and Lin Yuan, and it was clear that the two were very close.

She smiled gently, her voice incredibly kind and gentle: "Yuan'er, ask away. As long as Grandma knows the answer, she will definitely answer you."

"Um……"

Yuan'er nodded and then revealed the purpose of her trip.

"Yuan'er wants to know, where is the Azure Secret Realm?"

"The Azure Secret Realm?"

It wasn't just Grandma Nine Fingers.

Even Yunping'er's brows furrowed slightly, but after a brief moment of solemnity, a look of understanding flashed in her eyes.

Grandma Nine Fingers remained silent for a long while before tentatively asking, "Yuan'er, can you tell Grandma why you want to go to that Azure Secret Realm?"

Faced with her question, Yuan'er's answer was extremely firm and without hesitation.

"To save lives."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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22. Departure

Azure Secret Realm.

Its essence is a small world independent of the three great heavens, and its nature is almost the same as that of a secret realm.

However, unlike the others, the Azure Secret Realm was not created by humans—if you had to say, it was a small region that arose spontaneously due to the two extremes of Azure Star Land and Paradise of Living Beings.