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

Yun Ping gave a wink towards the outside of the North Ice Palace: "I've arranged for her to return to Cold Seal City. If I'm not mistaken, your two members of the Judgment Team also went to see her. She should still be unconscious."

"Liang Jue and Yu'er..."

As former subordinates of Fan Luokui in the trial team, these two were extremely loyal to Fan Luokui and naturally volunteered to take care of him.

Now that there was no need to worry about Fan Luokui, Fang Qingzhu felt a great weight lifted from her heart.

But before she could even catch her breath, she seemed to have thought of something else and couldn't help but ask Yunping, "Speaking of which, sister-in-law... why exactly did Ye Xuanqiu target Lord Yin Hanxuebing?"

"Who knows?"

Even the old rogue gets a headache just thinking about this issue.

His painstakingly developed reasoning was overturned on the spot by Ye Xuanqiu, and he could even feel the strong mockery in her voice—it was just as embarrassing as a detective who had spent a long time reasoning only to find that the answer was wrong.

He was so certain his answer was correct, his tone was incredibly confident—|

The old rogue hadn't experienced the feeling of being slapped in the face in a long time.

"but--"

The conversation turned.

Yunping's expression also became slightly more serious: "Her purpose should be coming to light soon. Although this attempt failed, she did give me a lot of information..."

"In the meantime, we should make sure that Yin Hanxuebing acts as discreetly as possible. It would be best if she could stay at home and become a shut-in. I can't guarantee that she won't suddenly turn around and come back."

"Yes." Fang Qingzhu nodded seriously, knowing that this matter could not be taken lightly.

In the coming years, the Northern Ice Palace will certainly strengthen its defenses. Although she knows that this is almost like an ant's struggle for Ye Xuanqiu, she still needs to convey enough information to Yunping before it is breached.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but ask another question.

This is also a question that Fang Qingzhu really wants to know.

A hint of reluctance flickered across her face, but it vanished in an instant. Her eyes, as she looked at Yunping, held a lingering sense of longing: "So—what are your plans for the future...? Do you... want to stay here a little longer?"

"Well."

Yun Ping lowered his head, then glanced at Gu Xingzhuo and the other two without making a sound.

He slowly replied, "Logically speaking, Boss and Xiao Jiu are currently in the Kuntian Domain. If there are no unforeseen circumstances, we should set off to find them next."

"Oh……"

Fang Qingzhu nodded knowingly, a subtle hint of disappointment flashing across her face.

She had originally planned to... chat with Yunping a little longer, something she hadn't done in a long time.

The old rogue seemed to have seen through Fang Qingzhu's little scheme. Even if she was the current Palace Master of the Northern Ice Palace, wasn't she once his little follower who followed him around every day, and his adopted sister who was not related to him by blood?

"However, it seems that the eldest brother and Xiao Jiu are doing well. Xiao Jiu seems to have broken through several realms recently and is very stable. It wouldn't hurt for them to stay here and rest for a while."

"Really?!" Fang Qingzhu exclaimed in surprise.

As soon as she spoke, she realized that her voice seemed a bit too loud. Realizing that she was the palace master and should not be too emotional, her pretty face flushed slightly. She quickly stopped speaking and coughed twice: "Ahem... It's good that you're staying. This time, the Northern Ice Palace was fortunate enough to be saved thanks to you. Staying and receiving some hospitality would be the best thing."

……

Seeing Fang Qingzhu's expression, Ye Yuchan raised her dead fish eyes and stared straight at the old rogue.

A flicker of displeasure crossed her eyes, and she coldly uttered, "You old scoundrel... you wouldn't happen to have a penchant for X-heavens, would you...?"

Yunping smirked: "What nonsense are you spouting now?"

"Humph~"

Ye Yuchan snorted coldly, then muttered under her breath, "A sister complex plus a lolicon, no wonder she sculpted a flat-chested girl for me..."

Yunping: "..."

It was at this time that...

Suddenly, a figure appeared outside the main hall of the Northern Ice Palace, breaking the peaceful atmosphere.

"Although it was somewhat uninvited, I'm very angry."

Wearing a loose white shirt that exposed his chest, with neat short black hair on his head and fluffy trousers, the boy's face was full of displeasure as he stepped into the main hall of the Northern Ice Palace.

His cold gaze fell on Yun Ping, then turned to Ye Yuchan: "I told you to bring him to me after you've dealt with the matter, right?"

"Eh……"

Upon seeing the young forging master outside the door, who seemed capable of knocking her into the ground at any moment, Ye Yuchan's forehead suddenly broke out in a sweat.

It seems... there was... such a thing...

As a result, she forgot because she had too many things to do.

"never mind."

The Forging Saint wasn't one to fuss over trivial matters. He rolled his eyes at Ye Yuchan, then looked at the old rogue.

"You old beast, it's been a long time."

They started with a very polite greeting.

"Spit it out, you little bastard."

Yunping's response was also very polite.

The Forging Saint curled his lip in disdain, then sighed helplessly and reluctantly took something out of his pocket.

"I'll show you something, and you'll understand it once you see it."

Yunping took the irregularly shaped, polygonal crystal, glanced at it, and his expression suddenly turned cold.

63. Have you heard of the saying "a girl changes drastically at eighteen"?

When this item was placed in Yunping's palm, everyone around felt a unique chill.

It is not the extreme cold of Silver Cold Snow Ice, which seems to freeze everything and time. If we had to describe it, the coldness emanating from this thing is more like the coldness that purifies everything and freezes evil thoughts, a pure and white coldness.

To be honest, both are pretty cold... but one might freeze you to death, and the other might freeze you into an ice sculpture. Not only are you fine, but you also get to take a shower.

Looking at the irregular ice crystals in his palm, Yun Ping's coldness intensified.

He turned his head, glanced at the equally serious-looking young Forging Saint, and asked, "When did you get this?"

"A long time ago..."

The young forging master casually pulled up a stool and sat down, not treating himself as an outsider at all. His listless, languid eyes fell on the ice crystal, and a glimmer of memories flashed in them.

"That was back when I was still hanging around in Jinglin City. One day, a bald man came to me with a little girl who liked to dress up as a boy. Then he showed me this. It's almost completely repaired now, but when he gave it to me, it was practically rotten."

"It took me a lot of effort to repair it to this extent, that's true, but it's still far from being completely repaired."

"You old beast, you should be able to tell what kind of suffering this thing went through to become like this..."

Yunping could naturally see it.

Now, this palm-sized, irregularly shaped polygonal ice crystal, though seemingly perfect, reveals its core to be riddled with cracks when observed with divine sense, as if it could burst open from the inside at any moment.

This is an extremely serious injury. If it were a human, it would be equivalent to all the internal organs being smashed to pieces. Even if they were pieced back together, their original functions would be severely damaged.

"I've thought this thing over and over, and it's not a problem to give it to anyone else." Duan Sheng crossed his legs, stared at Yun Ping, his tone was frivolous, but his eyes were full of trust: "I guess it can only be given to you, you old beast. This thing is too hot to handle."

"It's a hot potato." Yunping couldn't deny it: "Luckily, that woman was in a hurry to deal with things here and didn't notice you, otherwise you might have suffered too."

"I've hidden it well, don't worry, she probably won't realize it for a while." Duan Sheng chuckled, his face full of smugness, even carrying a hint of pride as if he had deceived the world.

Listening to the riddle-like conversation between the two, Ye Yuchan looked completely bewildered.

The silver-haired maid quietly approached, then came up behind the old rogue, gazing curiously at the ice crystal that emitted a holy, icy chill. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that this thing was truly magical and mysterious.

"So, what exactly is this thing?" Ye Yuchan asked.

"this?"

Yunping lifted the ice crystal in his palm and held it in front of Ye Yuchan so that she could see it clearly.

However, Ye Yuchan looked around but still couldn't figure out what this thing was.

It doesn't look like food... It can't possibly be an ice dragon egg, right?

She reached out, wanting to grab the object and get a better look at it.

However, before Ye Yuchan's fingers could even touch the ice crystals, Yun Ping immediately withdrew his hand.

You mustn't touch this.

"Why?" Ye Yuchan asked, puzzled.

Yunping rolled his eyes at the girl: "This thing isn't something anyone can touch. Who knows if she'll look down on you, you money-grubbing heretic? Maybe if she makes a scene, she'll turn you from a sand sculpture into an ice sculpture."

Ye Yuchan frowned. "Her?"

Yunping smiled as he looked at the ice crystal in his palm: "This thing has a soul."

"So what exactly is this?" Jiang Shaoguang was also quite interested in this and couldn't help but ask.

Faced with the curious gazes of his disciples, Yunping did not answer, but instead looked with a smile at Gu Xingzhuo, who had remained silent to the side.

The long-haired, white-haired boy was frowning at this moment. He didn't seem to understand this thing very well, but a feeling told him that he should recognize it.

"This feeling... is very similar to the ultimate."

"The ultimate?"

When Gu Xingzhuo said this, Ye Yuchan almost jumped up in fright.

She stared blankly at the small ice crystal in Yun Ping's palm, her face full of doubt: "No, this thing... is the ultimate?"

"That's it."

The Forging Saint pulled out a cigarette from somewhere, took a puff, and exhaled a smoke ring as he did so: "Blue Feather Heavenly Ice, one of the twenty-one ultimates. You know Blue Feather Heavenly Palace, right? That thing in the Kuntian Domain, that old beast's hand, is the manifestation of Blue Feather Heavenly Ice's divine soul."

“Divine soul…” Ye Yuchan stared blankly at the ice crystal that exuded a holy and icy chill, then instantly realized what it was and stared at the Forging Saint in disbelief: “Wait, what’s that in your mouth?”

"Smoke."

"Where did you get this thing???"

The moment Ye Yuchan asked the question, she already knew the answer in her heart.

The only person in the world who could concoct so many amazing gadgets is probably that old rogue.