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

……

Ye Wentian suddenly fell silent, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

He pondered for a long time, seemingly swallowing back the angry words he was about to utter. He raised the corner of his mouth in a mysterious way, then turned around without looking back and left Zuo He's cave.

Zuo He, who was circulating his immortal energy on the Crimson Flame Bed, gritted his teeth, and Yun Ping'er's face involuntarily appeared in his mind. He clenched his iron fist, gathering all the anger in his heart into his fist.

boom!

A deafening roar echoed from within the cave, swirling above the Sacred Mausoleum Domain.

With that roar, Ye Wentian descended from the mountaintop, lightly stepping on the ground as if skimming water, before landing in front of a dark shadow.

"how?"

The sound emanating from the shadow seemed to come through a thick layer of sand and dust, and didn't even sound like a human voice.

Upon hearing this, Ye Wentian glanced back at the slightly trembling Zuo He Cave and a faint look of displeasure appeared on his face.

"Judging from his appearance, it seems he is planning to take revenge."

"He lost that eye, and his strength has decreased considerably."

"But he will still seek revenge—that's the kind of person Zuo He is."

The shadow remained silent for a few seconds, its tone sounding indifferent.

"That's stupid."

“He is indeed very stupid.” Ye Wentian’s face turned cold as he said in a deep voice, “Therefore he is not worthy to be the head of the Holy Immortals.”

"It's alright, you'll be one in a while."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wentian raised an eyebrow slightly.

Although what the shadow said was what he hoped for, the other party's confident tone made him a little suspicious.

He looked at the shadow, trying to pierce through the black veil to see the face of the person hiding behind it, and asked, "Are you so sure... Zuo He is no match for the people of the Qin Sect?"

"That person is not from the Qin Sect."

"how do you know?"

“What I saw.”

A look of realization flashed in Ye Wentian's eyes: "Were you there at the time?"

The shadow shook its head slightly: "Not here."

"But I can see it."

The mention of shadows sounds rather nonsensical.

But he didn't seem to be lying, nor did he seem to be playing tricks.

Moreover, Ye Wentian had absolute trust in the shadows.

They have always stood on the same side.

Seeing that Ye Wentian remained silent, the shadow slowly turned its head and looked at him.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "The person who completely destroyed your cultivation back then was named Yun Ping, right?"

"Correct."

Mentioning this matter filled Ye Wentian with uncontrollable panic, and he shivered all over. He wiped the cold sweat from his palms with his Taoist robe from Xiandu and took a deep breath.

Even now, the terror of that day still haunts him; he has never seen such a terrifying person in his life.

Ye Wentian harbored no resentment towards the man who had crippled him with a flick of his finger, or rather... he dared not harbor any resentment at all.

If Ye Wentian were to see that person again, his first thought would not be how to escape or how to take revenge, but how to get the other party to spare his life.

He knew he couldn't afford to mess with that man.

"That person might be... almost on par with the Demon Emperor and the Immortal Emperor."

When he said these words, Ye Wentian's expression and tone were not exaggerated at all.

He believed that everything he said was true.

"Someone who is close to a true immortal."

The shadow murmured a few times, then shook its head incoherently.

His figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, vanishing from sight as he left behind those strange words.

"Ye Shengxian, you don't need to worry about Zuo He's matter for now, but you must continue to maintain good relations with those three Venerable Immortals. I'm sure you understand why."

Ye Wentian's eyes darkened slightly. He knew he shouldn't ask, but he couldn't help but ask, "When can I go back?"

"I don't know." The shadow's answer was certain: "Your superiors want you to continue cultivating in the Immortal Capital, so you should continue cultivating in the Immortal Capital. Don't do anything meaningless, and don't do anything that won't benefit you."

"Perhaps one day you will play a role that you never imagined. Until then, climb as high as you can, and never fall halfway down."

Watching the shadow disappear, Ye Wentian took a deep breath.

Ask the question you most want to ask.

"How long until the day of the final battle..."

"..."

The shadows fell silent.

No one knew whether he was pondering or hesitating.

But after a few seconds of silence, he made his choice, his response—

"At the fastest, two years; at the slowest, five years."

"But ultimately, it depends on what choice that person makes."

As soon as the words were spoken, the shadow vanished.

Gazing at the spot where the shadows had disappeared, Ye Wentian remained silent for a long time.

In the end, he said nothing, but turned around and looked meaningfully at the cave where Zuo He was, before his figure flashed and completely disappeared into the darkness of the night.

25. Spiritual Veins and Spiritual Beasts

"I have an impolite question... are you male or female?"

Inside the carriage with its built-in spatial array.

The young man in the white shirt sat at the table, his left elbow resting on the table, his palm supporting his cheek. He looked listless, as if he had just woken up. With his right hand, he picked up a plate of glistening red grapes from the fruit bowl in front of him and popped it into his mouth.

Enjoying the sweet juice bursting in his mouth, the young man with dead fish eyes exchanged a glance with Huang Luo, who was sitting upright and looking extremely nervous.

Ever since this disciple of the Qin Sect boarded their carriage, he had been in a state of high tension, behaving very cautiously, for fear of doing something wrong and disturbing the great deity Yun Ping.

His eyes kept darting around, which made him look a bit sneaky, like the first suspect in a crime drama, but anyone could tell that he was just observing his surroundings.

In addition to expanding the narrow interior space of the carriage, the spatial array constructed inside the carriage also adds a series of additional functions such as shock absorption, anti-slip, and noise reduction. Therefore, even though the carriage itself is speeding away, there will be no shaking or noise inside the carriage, just like an ordinary house with a solid foundation.

To be honest, this was the first time in Huang Luo's life that he had ever seen such an intricate and multifunctional spatial array.

Spatial arrays are not uncommon in the Qin Sect; on the contrary, they are almost everywhere in the Qin Sect.

The main hall of the Qin Sect contained over a hundred intricate magic arrays capable of expanding space, increasing the original area of ​​only a few dozen square meters by more than tenfold. This effect was achieved only after recent improvements and refinements.

He had also personally witnessed the construction of the formation—that was a delicate task.

The array that the Qin Sect had spent years developing was nothing compared to the spatial array inside this carriage... it was like a drop in the ocean.

It's not just the difference in expansion factor; the stability is also on a completely different level.

This was the first time he had ever heard of a spatial array being applied to a rapidly moving building—it was a miracle that the array didn't break down...

Just as Huang Luo was inwardly marveling at the ingenuity and mystery of the formation inside the carriage, Yun Ping's words forced him to refocus his attention.

"What, interested in my gender?" The old rogue glanced at Huang Luo meaningfully, a sharp, cold light flashing from his eyes, as if piercing the other's mind.

With a half-joking tone, he smiled and squinted his eyes: "If I were a woman, would you have any special thoughts?"

"No, no!" Huang Luo shook his head so hard it was like a rattle drum, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. "I... how could I dare to think about such a thing?!"

Yun Ping stared at Huang Luo with interest, his eyes seemingly hiding something: "Even if you have that idea, it's useless. I'm a man. That posture is just to deal with some troublesome things."

"Troublesome matters?" Huang Luo asked, puzzled.

"Just assume that he'll be recognized as he is now." The silver-haired girl sat quietly next to Yunping, glancing almost imperceptibly at Yunping, who was chewing fruit with a slight smile. She then reached into the fruit bowl and grabbed a piece of fruit herself, saying casually, "He's just someone who hates trouble."

Ye Yuchan's explanation sounded somewhat ambiguous, but Huang Luo knew he wasn't in a position to ask too many questions. He nodded twice, seemingly understanding, and then said no more.

That being said.

The appearance of Huang Luo still poses a considerable problem for Ye Yuchan and the others.

"On another note—"

Ye Yuchan's suspicious gaze swept over Huang Luo as she scrutinized him, asking, "You said you were sent by the Qin Sect to help us enter the Azure Secret Realm?"

"Ah...right!" Huang Luo nodded. How could he not sense Ye Yuchan's suspicion? "It was Senior Sister Qin, Senior Sister Qin Shishi, who sent me here because I had some connections in Xiandu before I joined the Qin Sect."

"Relationship?" Ye Yuchan frowned.

"So, you're planning to use connections to get us into the Azure Secret Realm?"

The curtain was lifted.

The strong wind outside the carriage attacked like a sharp blade, and at the same time, the thin figure of the white-haired boy stepped into the carriage.

At this moment, Gu Xingzhuo's neat short hair was flying wildly, as if it had been blown into disarray by the wind, his clothes were also slightly disheveled, and his already pale face turned ashen.

"Fourth Senior Brother...?"

Looking at Gu Xingzhuo, who remained calm but looked quite disheveled, Ye Yuchan couldn't help but ask, "You... were you just violated?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Xingzhuo looked down at his ragged appearance—he really did look like a respectable woman who had just come out of a dark alley and had been violated several times.

But his usually placid face remained unmoved; instead, he chose to correct Ye Yuchan's statement.

"To be precise, it should be considered as the chickens wasting it."

Ye Yuchan's face turned pale with shock: "Senior brother...you have quite unique tastes."