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

thump.

"Waaaaah—!"

Yunping delivered a swift chop to Ye Yuchan's head.

"If you keep acting silly, your fourth senior brother will beat you up."

Ye Yuchan innocently covered her head, turned around, and stared at Yun Ping with teary eyes. Her expression was quite aggrieved, like that of an abandoned young wife: "Fourth Senior Brother won't beat me up. Do you think everyone is as insensitive to chivalry as you are?"

Yunping glanced at Gu Xingzhuo and said slowly, "Actually, your fourth senior brother doesn't know how to cherish women either..."

—After all, he had just recently buried his first love.

But Gu Xingzhuo heard these words that reopened old wounds, but he didn't say anything. He just smiled bitterly and then his expression returned to its original indifferent state.

Yun Ping glanced at Gu Xingzhuo's reaction, and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

He then yawned again, completely changing the subject: "Hey, Fourth Brother...where are my two precious grand-disciples? Weren't they just outside a moment ago?"

“Ah, well—” Gu Xingzhuo smiled and scratched his face, saying, “...Junior Nephew Lu seems to be quite interested in your dawdling chicken.”

……

……

"Speeding at 70 miles per hour, feeling carefree!"

Singing a song that Lin Yuan had once taught her (actually, it was the old rogue who taught Lin Yuan), the petite girl sat in soft feathers, facing the somewhat sharp wind in front of her, holding one end of the reins in her hand, and seemed to be showing a rather cheerful smile.

Lu Yingqiu.

At this moment, he is riding on a six-winged tractor that is more than three meters tall, with his arms outstretched, his legs wrapped around the tractor's neck, and laughing loudly.

As Lu Yingqiu's disciple, Ning Xuchen, who looked like a frail scholar, was clutching the feathers of a tractor with a face full of despair. His heart was pounding, and his expression was as if he had kidney deficiency, pale and covered in cold sweat.

He still can't understand why his master would like riding such a thing!

The speed was so fast that he felt like he was about to die, but Lu Yingqiu thoroughly enjoyed this exciting thing.

If it weren't for the fact that his master hadn't smiled since the Demon Emperor's decree of slaying spread throughout the three great heavens, but was now easing his mood because of this chicken—otherwise, Ning Xuchen would have already slipped back to the carriage!

But now...

Ning Xuchen glanced at Lu Yingqiu, who was in an excellent mood, and sighed helplessly.

I can only keep it to myself for now.

……

……

"Alright, let's ignore them for now."

With just a glance at the curtain, Yunping saw the horrific scene outside the carriage.

Since the destruction of Yuntian Academy, Lu Yingqiu has almost always had a sullen face, and her expression has never softened. It is truly remarkable that she can still look this good now, which also allows her to relax a bit.

Therefore, Yunping had no intention of calling her back. As for Ning Xuchen...

As an apprentice, you have to be prepared to be taken advantage of by your master—and he's done it quite often.

Our attention returned to Huang Luo.

"Let's talk about your business. Do you have connections in Xiandu?"

"Yes, it is."

With the number of living people in the carriage now reduced to three—Ye Yuchan, Gu Xingzhuo, and Yun Ping (Ruoxue and Lin Yuan were sleeping together), Huang Luo's nerves, which had just begun to relax, tensed up again.

"Don't be nervous." Gu Xingzhu patted his shoulder, his voice softening slightly. "Can you guarantee that we can enter the Azure Secret Realm without causing any trouble?"

"It should be possible."

His tongue trembled as if it were tied in knots: "My seventh great-uncle used to work in the spiritual vein. As long as he can get us a pass, we should be able to enter the Azure Secret Realm easily."

Upon hearing this, Ye Yuchan seemed to sense something was amiss: "Work? What do you mean?"

"Well... actually, I only know a little bit about it myself."

As Huang Luo spoke, he seemed to feel a little thirsty. His eyes drifted to the fruit plate in front of him, and after thinking for a few seconds, he didn't dare to make a move.

But the white-haired boy noticed this and immediately took out two fruits, giving one to Huang Luo and keeping the other for himself.

Instead of simply handing it to Huang Luo, they presented the fruit to him in a way that suggested, "I just happened to be eating some, so I'll get you one too."

"Thank you so much."

Huang Luo took the fruit, took a bite, and felt the juice burst in his mouth. He looked at Gu Xingzhuo with gratitude.

Gu Xingzhuo nodded slightly, signaling him to continue.

Huang Luo swallowed the fruit and felt his throat clear up a bit, so he continued, "In fact, not everyone in the Immortal Capital can get the corresponding resources. Although my seventh maternal uncle, Huang Xiaoliu, is not the lowest level cultivator in the Immortal Capital, he is not much higher either."

"He has always been engaged in mining spiritual veins and dealing with spiritual beasts. The more work he does, the more resources he receives when the resources are distributed."

“There should be quite a few Immortal Capital cultivators in the spiritual vein doing the same work as Grandpa.”

After hearing Huang Luo's words, Ye Yuchan and Gu Xingzhuo exchanged a glance.

The two were far more intelligent than Ruoxue, so they immediately noticed something strange.

"Dealing with spirit beasts?"

"Yes……"

Huang Luo swallowed hard, just about to say something.

Suddenly, the carriage swayed slightly.

Although it was only a very slight tremor, it still made everyone present realize what was happening.

Even Zhang Ruoxue, who was lying in bed, sat up with a bewildered look on her face, her eyes still blurry, and said, "Wh...what happened? An earthquake? Where...where's my wine?"

—It seems this girl is drinking even in her dreams.

Looking at the slightly surprised and doubtful faces of the crowd, Yun Ping narrowed his eyes.

"The car has stopped."

"It seems there's something blocking the way."

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I promised myself I'd be staying home today, but...

I've updated this to the maximum!

As long as it's not midnight yet, it counts as today!

So, I won't be skipping any more pigeons this year! (Praise me!)

26. Eyes are a wonderful thing.

Upon realizing that something was blocking the road ahead, Yunping led everyone, including Zhang Ruoxue, out of the car.

But as soon as he lifted the curtain, he saw Lu Yingqiu, who had been riding on the tractor, standing by the roadside with a look of surprise and doubt on her face, while Ning Xuchen was hiding behind that small figure, his face still pale.

Yunping frowned slightly and then stepped off the carriage.

Upon seeing Yun Ping and the others emerge from the carriage, Scarface Chicken (genetically enhanced version) immediately turned its head to the side and hurriedly protested, "Let me make this clear first, I didn't do this, it has nothing to do with me."

Yunping glanced at Scarface Chicken, ignoring its attempt to distance itself beforehand. Instead, he slowly walked around to the side of the road and came to Lu Yingqiu and her companion's side, following the gaze of his two grand-disciples.

Lying in the middle of the road was a falcon.

If we were to classify it more precisely, its wings are pointed and narrow, its back is bluish-black, its tail is white with extremely long tail feathers, its belly is brownish-yellow like sand, its beak is hooked, and its toes have hooked claws, making it look somewhat similar to a goshawk.

However, its size is much more exaggerated than the eagle in our impression. When it lies on the ground, its wingspan is almost enough to cover the four-meter-wide road. Its hooked claws are like silver scimitars. If they were to pierce a person's abdomen, a gentle pull would be enough to disembowel them.

Unlike magical beasts, this giant eagle did not emit any demonic aura, even though it was already lifeless. You should know that even after a magical beast dies, it is surrounded by extremely dense demonic aura, which will not dissipate until its body decays.

And there's something quite strange about this giant eagle—

"That is……"

With her keen observation skills, Ye Yuchan focused her gaze on the wound on the giant eagle's back.

Visibly, there was no blood oozing from the wound that had completely pierced the giant eagle (it appeared to be a single sword strike).

Ye Yuchan stood on tiptoe, placed her hands on Yun Ping's shoulders, and jumped lightly.

Looking from above, the hole that was clearly pierced through seemed to contain no internal organs.

Moreover, the wound seemed to be spreading outwards... or rather, the entire giant eagle was slowly disappearing over time.

A faint blue light rose from the giant eagle's wound, so faint and small that it was almost imperceptible if one did not pay attention.

"You old scoundrel..."

Ye Yuchan patted Yunping's shoulder and stood behind him. Yunping could even feel the girl's warm breath: "Can you tell anything? This doesn't seem to be an ordinary eagle."

“I’ve never seen an ordinary eagle grow this big.” Yun Ping turned around and glared at Ye Yuchan, saying, “Not every animal is qualified to eat the Six-Flavor Rehmannia Divine Elixir that I developed.”

"So, you really didn't do this, Scarface?"

Yun Ping slightly raised his head and glanced at the scarred chicken that had stopped in front of the giant eagle.

"This wound looks like a sword wound, but a peck from your beak could probably do the same, right? What, trying to play chicken catching eaglet?"

Scarface Chicken's face darkened, and the three chickens nearly went berserk on their wings: "I already said, it wasn't me! Why would I peck at an eagle for no reason? I'm a chicken, I'm a chicken, okay?! This thing is my natural enemy. If it weren't already dead, I'd be scared into flying right now, believe it or not?"

"Besides, I'm not an old hen. I'm only a few hundred years old this year! I'm in the prime of my youth!"

Seeing Scarface Chicken's furious reaction, Yunping nodded helplessly: "Alright, alright, I was just having a little suspicion, don't get so worked up."

"cut……"

Scarface Chicken curled its lip, then glanced at the dead giant eagle on the ground, and slowly said, "In my keen eye, this eagle must be a spirit beast."

Yunping rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the top of his head: "Thanks for your analysis, I almost didn't see it."

Seeing Yunping like that, Scarface Chicken wanted nothing more than to slap the old rogue twice with its own claws—but considering its Mahjong Chicken Plan, it held back.

It has to be admitted that Yunping is really... not only do people want to hit him, but even chickens are no exception.

"So this is a spirit beast...?"