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

Ding~~ Ding~

Two metallic clanging sounds rang out.

Fan Luokui was knocked back several meters, and her Cold Blade Frost Sunflower and Jiang Shaoguang's sword were both knocked away.

The woman in red grinned, seemingly mocking Jiang Shaoguang and his companion.

But when he saw a figure sweep past his head, grasping Frost Sunflower and Spirit Sword in each hand, his smile vanished instantly—

The Frosty Sunflower Blade, accompanied by a blur of black and white, faintly possessed the straightness and sharpness of a longsword.

It was as if, at that very moment, Jiang Shaoguang held two swords in his hand.

The swordsman in black robes finally took up his twin swords.

The sword intent rushed towards her at lightning speed. The woman in red instinctively tried to defend herself, but the speed of the sword was far beyond her imagination.

She was forced back to the edge of the snow mountain by Jiang Shaoguang's twin swords, but in the end, she still managed to turn the tide by relying on her own demonic aura and forcefully repelled Jiang Shaoguang with extremely terrifying saintly power.

She stared at Jiang Shaoguang, her breath ragged, her lips twitching, and then she charged at him, screaming.

Jiang Shaoguang grinned, and with the aid of his two swords, he managed to catch the terrifyingly powerful pounce. He then gripped the silver sword in his right hand and threw it at the woman in red as if throwing it.

call out!

The sword tore through space.

The woman in red realized that the sword strike was powerful enough to seriously injure her, and she had to dodge it!

She crouched down like a wild beast, letting the sharp sword fly past her back, then rose again, wanting to pounce on Jiang Shaoguang, who only had one sword.

however.

Just then, she sensed a murderous intent coming from behind her.

The silver rapier that had been thrown out was caught by the cherry-haired girl, and the red-clad demon lord once again stood between the two.

Although they realized it, it was too late.

The footsteps of death were already ringing in their ears. They were not just the footsteps of death, but also the footsteps of Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang.

now.

Fan Luokui held Jiang Shaoguang's sword in her hand.

Jiang Shaoguang held Fan Luokui's knife in his hand.

The two figures sped away again, and this time, the woman in red didn't have enough time to react.

Top of Snow Mountain.

The wind and waves swept across the area.

The moment Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang's figures intersected, the light of blades and the shadow of swords overlapped.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and even the scattering snowflakes couldn't bear to disturb this performance, which was like the closing act of a play, and stopped falling.

The two, with their backs to each other, threw each other's magical artifacts behind them without turning their heads.

Grasping her magical weapon once more, Fan Luokui wiped the scabbard off her longsword, while Jiang Shaoguang flipped his sword around, bringing the blade to the scabbard's opening.

"Husband..."

The woman in red knelt down with a thud, her eyes gazing sadly at the sky.

Suddenly, the corners of his mouth turned up, a smile that seemed like a sneer, a bitter smile, or a smile of relief.

"I've come to keep you company..."

He finished speaking.

The knife and sword were sheathed at the same time.

Countless sword and knife wounds suddenly burst open on the red-clad woman's body, turning this once invincible demonic saint into a bloody corpse in the blink of an eye.

The spreading blood blended with the conspicuous crimson of his body, drawing the only true curtain to this absurd and uninteresting drama.

The theater's owner ultimately became the lead actor in the closing act.

But before he died, his blood-stained fingers once again tugged at the demonic threads.

next second.

On either side of the dilapidated theater, the strings of the piano and the flute, which had been silent all along, suddenly began to play.

It was a mournful, chilling melody, yet also carrying a sense of relief, relief... and even a faint hint of beautiful memories.

This was also the final, poignant performance of the Red-Clad Demon Lord.

Hearing this beautiful music, she gradually lost her life, but the remaining demonic energy would continue to play the complete piece for her, bidding her farewell.

……

……

Fan Luokui hesitated for a few seconds, then turned around, walked up to Jiang Shaoguang, and extended her hand to him.

With music that was sometimes joyful and sometimes sorrowful echoing in his ears, Jiang Shaoguang stared at Fan Luokui in bewilderment, as if wondering why she had done such a thing.

Fan Luokui coldly replied, "Dance."

"what?"

"Dancing," Fan Luokui repeated, "You danced with Yue Jianghan."

Jiang Shaoguang was taken aback: "And then..."

Fan Luokui glared at Jiang Shaoguang and stammered, "I... want some too."

Jiang Shaoguang: "..."

What are you standing there for?

"Ah... oh..."

Jiang Shaoguang held Fan Luokui's soft, cold little hand in a daze. Surprisingly, the hand that he had expected to be covered in calluses was unexpectedly tender and smooth.

Accompanied by that final melody, atop the snow-capped mountain, the two danced with unexpected awkwardness.

Fan Luokui was even more foolish than imagined; she even needed Jiang Shaoguang to guide her before she could jump a little.

Even so, upon seeing Fan Luokui, who seemed somewhat shy, Jiang Shaoguang still hesitated to ask about dancing.

The music ended, the dance stopped.

Fan Luokui's face was already flushed. She felt that she was not very good at dancing, so she was reluctant to talk about dancing in detail. Instead, she couldn't help but murmur, "Now we're even."

"Even if we're even..."

"All right."

Fan Luokui did not let Jiang Shaoguang continue speaking.

She walked slowly to the edge of the snow-capped mountain, gazing at the familiar snowfield in the far east below. With her back to Jiang Shaoguang, she said softly, "Senior brother, thank you."

Jiang Shaoguang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud: "Enlightenment, of course... I can't let you down, can I?"

"It's not Wu Jian."

Fan Luo Kui shook her head, turned around, and then...

It was a smile as beautiful as a celestial being descended to earth, a beauty capable of melting ice and snow, and utterly captivating the world.

The first time Jiang Shaoguang saw Fan Luokui, it was a genuine smile that struck straight to the soul.

Yingrun's lips curved upwards at a rather alluring angle, her captivating eyes curved into crescent moons, and a gentle smile graced her willow-leaf eyebrows. Strands of hair falling from her temples added to her feminine softness and beauty.

"Thank you so much all these years..."

"In all aspects..."

So... I'm sorry.

Fan Luokui was still smiling.

However, Jiang Shaoguang's expression suddenly changed.

Before he could react, Fan Luokui's scabbard had already violently struck his temple. The violent impact caused his mind to go blank for a short time. He swayed twice and then fainted on the ground.

Looking at Jiang Shaoguang, whose face was contorted with bitterness and whose hand was outstretched as if he still wanted to grasp something, Fan Luokui pursed her lips and finally sighed helplessly.

"Please take care of him, Lord Zhen Sheng."

Fan Luokui handed Jiang Shaoguang over to the distant Zhen Sheng Tai Baiqiu.

Tai Baiqiu didn't say much, but gave Fan Luokui a strange look, hesitated for a few seconds, and then nodded.

Fan Luokui glanced gratefully at Tai Baiqiu, then walked to the other side of the snow mountain, turned her head, glanced at Jiang Shaoguang who was still unconscious, and couldn't help but whisper:

"Senior brother, let's meet at Jingliyuan."

The words fell.

The cherry-haired girl from Yuntian Academy leaped down and disappeared from the summit of the snow-capped mountain.

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.

The main text is 5000 words long, a long chapter, which makes up for yesterday's missed deadline.

There are still some things I want to say about this year...

I understand that some people don't like the apprentice storyline... but if I don't write it, I feel like something's missing...

Perhaps it's because my writing skills are lacking and my writing ability is weak, that I can't simultaneously develop the old rogue's pretentious slapping and the apprentice's story. It's a case of my heart being willing but my strength being insufficient...

I am deeply sorry that I cannot make amends to everyone.

Perhaps after the main story is finished, a spin-off about the old rogue will be released, focusing solely on Yunping's story. Readers who enjoyed watching the old rogue act shamelessly and flirtatiously might prefer the earlier version of the story.

Stay tuned!

49. I know you know...

"It's over up there too..."

At the bottom of the snow-capped mountain.