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

"After all, it's a sports meet." Jiang Yuetian, sitting next to Ye Yuchan, gave a wry smile. "Speaking of which, how's the 100,000-meter race going?"

Let me see—

Ye Yuchan rose slightly, and a trace of spiritual energy gradually appeared in her eyes.

Her gaze instantly shifted to directly above the Cloud Sky Academy. Looking down through the leaves of the Seven Dream Tree, she unsurprisingly spotted two rapidly running figures flashing past the edge of the Extreme Heaven One Swan.

If you look closely, you'll see that one person is standing on ink, while the other is wearing a black robe. With each step they take, a Tai Chi array appears beneath their feet.

—Gu Xingzhuo and Jiang Shaoguang.

"Currently, the third senior brother should be in the lead, but in terms of physical strength, the fourth senior brother has an absolute advantage."

"Why?" Jiang Yuetian couldn't help but ask.

"Because he wasn't running at all... he was skating the whole time..."

Jiang Yuetian: "..."

It was at this moment.

"Can we begin?"

On the other side, Zhang Ruoxue, who was preparing to face her next opponent, had already gotten into position and asked with a smile.

Ye Yuchan and Jiang Yuetian then realized what was happening and discovered that Fan Luokui, dressed as a shrine maiden, had also joined the arm-wrestling battle.

I don't know why they added arm wrestling to the sports meet, but since it's already included, we should at least finish it!

Fan Luokui got into position, pressed down with both feet, and stared intently at Zhang Ruoxue in front of her: "Come on, Senior Sister Zhang!"

"Wow, that's quite impressive!"

Zhang Ruoxue chuckled, then stretched out her seemingly ordinary, even somewhat thin, arm, a smile on her face that seemed oblivious to the meaning of failure.

That's right.

Just as the people of the Lantian Empire were anxiously awaiting the arrival of their savior—

Their savior is currently holding a sports meet at the academy.

7. The Immortal Capital is Here

Extreme Celestial Domain.

Three days at the academy.

"Have the students been evacuated?"

Inside the vast hall.

The old man wore a smooth, dull gray robe, his white, withered hair hanging slumped behind his head, his lifeless eyes seemingly sunken into their sockets, and his face, full of the wrinkles of time, was unusually calm.

He sat there, with a large number of bamboo slips and letters piled up in front of him. Most of them were notices of withdrawal from the academy, and a very few were filled with densely packed, deeply moving words.

The old man closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and swept his right hand in front of him, putting all the bamboo slips and letters into his ring.

There was no wind in the room, yet a chilling coldness permeated the air.

Standing in front of the old man, the obese man nodded, his specially made Taoist robe fluttering twice, his sweaty hands unsure of where to place.

"They've all left."

"It's good that he's gone, it's good that he's gone." The old man muttered repeatedly, a dim, eerie light flickering in his eyes, like a pool of clear water bathed in moonlight. "Where is the teacher?"

"Most of them have left, but there are still a few people packing up their things."

"it is good."

The old man nodded in satisfaction, then revealed a slight wry smile.

"Dean..."

Fan Muyong, the vice dean of the Three-Day Academy, swallowed hard, took a step forward, and got closer to the dejected old man in front of him. Then, he asked timidly, "Is this really okay?"

What do you mean?

Fan Muyong pondered for a long time. He could naturally tell that Cao Qingluo was asking a question he already knew the answer to. After hesitating for a moment, he still asked with a bit of unwillingness and obsession, "Dean, now that the Three Heavens Academy is also affected by the spiritual vein, I have already broken through to the Saint Realm, and the students are also making rapid progress..."

"Even if the capital city attacks, if our entire academy works together, we might be able to protect the Three Heavens Academy..."

"Is that so?"

Cao Qingluo raised her head, a ruthless glint flashing in her eyes.

His tone suddenly turned low, as if he were slowly exhaling the resentment that had been building up in his throat: "Xian Du's trip is not only to seize the spiritual veins, but also to expand their sphere of influence. For them, the Three Heavens Academy, which is holding onto this place, must be eliminated. They call themselves immortals, but they do things that are not human."

"Leaving aside how many holy immortals they have dispatched this time, even if a venerable immortal were to come here, with the combined strength of our entire academy, we probably wouldn't be able to harm a single hair on his head."

"Not necessarily!" Fan Muyong slammed his hands on the wooden table, excitedly saying, "The Three-Day Academy is easy to defend and difficult to attack, giving it an innate advantage. Moreover, the spiritual veins here are abundant. We can set up an array to meet the enemy. At worst, we can sacrifice the spiritual veins and use them as the array's core. The enemy's Venerable Immortal will surely be arrogant and disregard us. We can seize this opportunity to launch a surprise attack and catch them off guard."

"so what?"

Cao Qingluo asked coldly.

Fan Muyong was taken aback at first, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, but he still refused to compromise: "So... we might not lose this battle, we have a chance... we definitely have a chance to hold on!"

"You held on, so what?"

Cao Qingluo's short sentence left Fan Muyong speechless.

Helplessness and bitterness surfaced on his aged face, and a flash of resentment suddenly appeared in his eyes. He slowly got up, and a cold wind seemed to be blowing outside the window behind him.

Waaaaah—

The sound of the wind whistling.

Cao Qingluo gazed at Fan Muyong and asked calmly, "Even if we manage to hold out this time, what will become of the students?"

"Nowadays, most families in the Extreme Heaven Domain have submitted to the Immortal Capital. If you ask your students to risk their lives for our Three Heavens Academy, even if we manage to hold on, their parents and their families will still belong to the Immortal Capital."

"Can you guarantee that their families won't be implicated? And how can you guarantee that they won't be expelled from their own families?"

"But……"

Faced with Cao Qingluo's questioning, Fan Muyong looked flustered. Although he wanted to refute, he could not find the words.

Cao Qingluo took a deep breath and slammed his palm hard on the wooden table.

With a crack, the wooden table shattered, turning into splinters that collapsed down.

As the dust slowly settled, Cao Qingluo stared intently at Fan Muyong: "We are the dean and vice-dean of the Three-Day Academy, educators, their masters, their teachers!"

"Everything we do is for their future. How can we sacrifice their future for our own selfish desires?!"

"I know you're reluctant, reluctant to part with the three-day academy that your teacher worked so hard to build, but there's nothing we can do..."

"All good things must come to an end, and the Three-Day Academy will eventually come to a close."

"And I, Cao Qingluo, the dean of the Three-Day Academy, will also fulfill my duties as dean and stand guard in front of this academy."

"Until death."

There seemed to be a strange fire burning in Cao Qingluo's eyes.

Fan Muyong looked at Cao Qingluo's resolute attitude, his obese body trembling, sweat streaming down his forehead.

He understands. Of course he understands.

If we were to actually bring the students back, it would only ruin them.

But Fan Muyong couldn't bear to part with it, he really couldn't bear to.

He stayed at the academy for far too long during those three days, from being a student under Yunping's tutelage to now sitting in the position of vice dean, experiencing so much as he went from student to teacher.

Fan Muyong remembered almost every road in the Three Days Academy, every memorable event that happened along the way, the mischievous students in the academy, and the well-behaved children.

He also remembered what his teacher had said back then, telling them that the Three-Day Academy was their home.

nowadays.

After three days at the academy, only two people remained.

Two former students of the Three-Day Academy have remained steadfast in their commitment to this place, carrying on the spirit taught by their teachers.

"You should go too."

Cao Qingluo turned her back, unwilling to look at Fan Muyong any longer.

Fan Muyong was taken aback and subconsciously wanted to refute, but was interrupted by Cao Qingluo.

"Most of our generation has passed away. Our Three Days Academy should at least leave behind a legacy, don't you think?"

……

……

Cao Qingluo's back was very straight.

He stared silently at the increasingly gloomy sky outside the window and the howling wind.

Unconsciously, images of the past, from countless years ago, surfaced in my mind. A group of little kids were gathered in what was then a small courtyard, sitting cross-legged on the ground. A handsome young man in a white shirt held a book and spoke in incomprehensible sentences with a smile.

Cao Qinglu smiled faintly.

just.

Before his smile could freeze, the fat man behind him suddenly laughed.

The laughter came suddenly.

He smiled helplessly.

Fan Muyong stared at the trembling wood chips at his feet, as if they were trembling with fear, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It seems that even if I wanted to leave, I can't leave now."

Cao Qingluo's eyes widened, his gaze fixed on the sky through the window. A terrifying shadow suddenly swept in, and a chilling pressure roared like a raging wind.

He turned around abruptly and looked at the trembling wood chips on the ground.

A gloomy look appeared on Fan Muyong's face, and his gaze lingered on Cao Qingluo.

"Xiandu..."

"coming."