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

Ye Xuanqiu glanced with satisfaction at the battlefield that had already been divided, then turned around, raised her head, and looked up at a familiar figure on the edge of the cliff.

The snow-white figure sat on the chair, legs crossed, looking down at Ye Xuanqiu with a faint, expectant smile on her lips.

"Now we're in full-blown war, aren't we?"

"Let me see just how many backup plans you've prepared, my husband."

54. Don't ask, the answer is simply that poverty has limited my abilities.

"Whoa whoa whoa—!!"

Inside the Pure Abyss.

The surrounding area was an untouched cave dwelling, gleaming with the luster of jade.

The silver-haired girl was blown away by the swift wind, rolling seven or eight times on the ground before finally coming to a stop.

With his long, snow-white hair flying in the wind, the boy wearing black-rimmed glasses lowered his center of gravity, pressed one hand to the ground, and braced himself against the fierce wind, finally stopping in front of Ye Yuchan.

Gu Xingzhuo's expression hardened slightly, and a ball of black ink suddenly appeared in his palm. He slammed it forward.

A black shield formed from condensed ink stood before him, blocking the turbid, fierce winds spewed from the black dragon's mouth.

The black scales peeled off.

The dragon, which should have been clad in armor, now had most of its body covered in corrosive, festering sores.

Its enormous body, like a mutilated corpse that had been dead for many years, emitted an especially foul odor, and its flesh hung down in strips, like a garment woven from flesh and blood.

Its pupils were devoid of any emotion; the eyes were sunken, with black blood flowing from within. The pupils were dull and lifeless, revealing no trace of madness.

It was like a corpse made of pure rotten flesh and blood.

As the storm subsided, Gu Xingzhuo calmed his breathing, twisted his right hand, and the black shield in front of him instantly transformed into an ink brush, which he held in his palm.

Ye Yuchan slowly got up from the ground, raised her head, glanced at the black dragon that occupied almost the entire area, and a look of disgust flashed in her eyes.

"Why is this dragon so ugly...?"

His entire body was covered in pustules oozing bluish pus, making him anything but beautiful.

Gu Xingzhu circulated his spiritual energy and analyzed in a deep voice, "It must be due to the influence of the Dragon Cough virus that he has become like this."

"To be honest, I feel a little nauseous." Ye Yuchan forced a smile, her face turning ashen.

The stench permeating the air was indeed unpleasant, and Gu Xingzhuo couldn't deny that. However, he was practically half-dead himself, so unlike Ye Yuchan, he wasn't completely unaffected by the smell of the dead.

and many more……

The smell of the dead?

Gu Xingzhuo frowned, sniffed the strange smell in the air, and then seemed quite puzzled.

He could indeed smell the scent of the dead. As a direct descendant of the unpredictable nature of life and death, he possessed an extremely sensitive ability to perceive death.

Corpses, skeletons, pools of blood... nothing related to life and death can escape his perception.

And now.

He was certain that the black dragon before him was dead.

And he's been dead for a very, very long time...

At this moment, it was almost entirely a walking corpse, letting that chaos and evil drive its body.

"It seems our assumptions were somewhat wrong."

Ye Yuchan was taken aback: "What mistake?"

"Our previous guess was that Ye Xuanqiu had formed an alliance with this mad dragon. The mad dragon's target was Junior Sister Luo Kui, while Ye Xuanqiu was using this as a pretext to lure out Yin Hanxuebing."

But now it seems—

Gu Xingzhuo's gaze fell on the black dragon before him, which lay lifeless like a corpse, and he said calmly, "This dragon has been dead for a long time... As for its current state..."

"Corpse puppet, that should be the proper name for it."

Another corpse puppet...

Ye Yuchan curled her lips, thinking to herself, "Does Ye Xuanqiu have no other interests besides playing with corpses?"

This isn't the first time; it seems like every time, they get involved with the corpse puppet.

Using corpses as puppets is such a convenient ability.

next moment.

Ye Yuchan and Gu Xingzhuo flashed away at the same time.

The enormous claws slammed down from above, landing with a thud where the two had been standing, kicking up a cloud of dust and gravel.

The two people soaring in the air straightened up. In their line of sight, the black dragon, whose attack had failed, raised its decaying and damaged head and opened its terrifying, blood-red maw.

【roar--!】

A roar that shatters eardrums.

While its power and prestige were indeed magnificent, what was truly terrifying was the nauseating, corrosive stench that emanated from the dragon's mouth.

The column of gas, like poison gas, rushed towards them, and Ye Yuchan and Gu Xingzhuo both felt a chill run down their spines.

Ye Yuchan quickly drew back the bowstring and shot an arrow straight upwards.

Just as the arrow left the bowstring and was still in front of Ye Yuchan, the silver-haired girl quickly crossed her hands and snapped her fingers with her left hand.

Hey.

The impact of the arrow exploding sent Ye Yuchan flying backward. Because she had her hands crossed in front of her, she was not injured and was instead thrown back to the ground at a very fast speed.

Gu Xingzhuo remained completely calm. He had already become a saint. With a single step, he could shrink the distance between the earth and the sky. In the instant the ink surged, he was already atop the black dragon's head.

With a stomp of his left foot, a majestic mountain appeared beneath his feet in an instant. As the landscape painting unfolded, the mountain fell from the vast expanse of clouds and mist.

However, the seemingly rotten flesh was much more solid than imagined. Even in his saintly state, Gu Xingzhuo could not shake the black dragon even when he summoned mountains.

The mountain shattered and exploded the moment it touched the black dragon's spine, and the sharp swords formed from the falling ink could not pierce its flesh.

Ding~

It was dazzling with golden light.

The silver-haired girl, kneeling on one knee, closed her right eye while her left eye was fixed on the gaping maw of the black dragon. The arrow was on the bowstring, drawn to its fullest extent.

The fingertips absorb the force the moment the gold coin falls to the tip of the arrow.

call out!

The golden arrow disappeared into the black dragon's mouth in the blink of an eye, and with a snap of the girl's fingers, a violent explosion occurred inside its foul-smelling mouth!

boom!

The black dragon's head paused for a moment, then, under Ye Yuchan's dumbfounded gaze—

I burped.

The foul breath exhaled had a hint of gold... His mouth was not only blown to pieces, but not even a piece of oral epithelium was torn off...

"Hey, hey, hey... what's going on...?"

Ye Yuchan put down the magic weapon Black Rain and stared at the black dragon as if she had seen a ghost: "Is there such a thing? It's so tough inside and out?"

Gu Xingzhuo, however, vaguely sensed something amiss. He adjusted his glasses and said, "The turbid aura emanating from it seems to be protecting it..."

"It has almost absorbed the Dragon Cough Virus and turned it into its own power."

"What do we do then?! It seems like we can't even break through their defenses."

Gu Xingzhuo took a step back, barely dodging the black dragon's sudden upward head movement.

He calmed down and looked at Ye Yuchan: "Junior Sister Yuchan, what was that move called again? Can we use it again?"

"That move?"

Ye Yuchan immediately realized what was happening.

What Gu Xingzhuo was referring to must have been the earth-shattering shot he had fired earlier that defeated Erhei.

indeed.

If the magical artifact Black Light had enough stored spiritual energy and gold coins, it would indeed be possible to blast apart the black dragon's turbid outer shell.

however--

Just as Ye Yuchan thought of this feasible method, she suddenly slapped her forehead, her face crestfallen, and said helplessly:

"It's possible, but there's a problem..."

"What's the problem?"

"I'm out of money..."

Gu Xingzhuo: "..."

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Silly question 1:

Centaurs nursing their young—

Should I use the breasts from my upper body or my lower body?

55. Don't underestimate the power of pigeons!

The clash of swords and the shadows of spears overlapped.

On the circular platform with dark green patterns, two figures darted past each other at lightning speed.

Both of them were surrounded by terrifying sword and saber intent. Their fighting was enough to slice through falling water droplets in an instant. If there was a downpour, their swords and sabers could even block the raindrops, forming a curtain that completely isolated them from the outside world in the torrential rain.

The same goes for air.

All that remained in his ears were the sounds of his own sword and saber striking, and the hissing sound of his opponent's magical weapon narrowly missing him as it scraped against the air.

Compared to last time, Jiang Shaoguang's sword was faster and more skillful.