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

8. Remaining strong even in old age

Extreme Celestial Domain.

Three days at the academy.

Surrounded by green mountains and clear waters, the Three Heavens Academy is nestled between two towering peaks, and only by stepping through it can one glimpse the entrance.

Upon entering, the most eye-catching sight is the statue of Emperor Wen, Xuan Lei, the founder of the Three Heavens Academy and the second immortal in all time.

just.

At this moment, the Three-Day Academy was already deserted. Most of the students had been persuaded to withdraw by Cao Qingluo. Even though most of them were unwilling to sign the withdrawal agreement, under Dean Cao Qingluo's insistence, this academy, which should have been bustling and crowded, was now desolate and lonely.

A chilly wind swept across his face as the old man walked slowly and solemnly past the statue of Emperor Wen, his gaze fixed ahead—

Dark clouds loomed overhead.

It was not pure evil darkness, but a gloomy gray that seemed to be wrapped in a layer of overwhelming divine power.

It spreads slowly, little by little.

Half a sun still hung above Cao Qingluo's head, and the floor tiles beneath his feet trembled constantly due to the shaking of the ground. With each step he took, he could feel the indescribable pressure even more intensely.

Even Cao Qingluo, who has now become a saint, is no match for the master of this oppressive aura.

He vaguely sensed that the base of the Emperor Wen statue beside him was somewhat unstable, so he immediately stretched out his old and withered right hand to support the swaying statue, which seemed about to collapse.

His eyes were sunken into their sockets, and a chilling anger slowly emerged from his shrunken pupils.

Fan Muyong followed behind Cao Qingluo, looking ahead with him.

They were a dark mass, like a surging tide. They were clearly wearing pure white Taoist robes, but strange black energy was emanating from their bodies.

That does not mean that those 10,000 people were corrupted by evil; on the contrary, perhaps they actively corrupted evil.

Upon closer inspection, the figure walking slowly, with the dark clouds advancing with each step—directly in front of the Black Tide—was a young man with his hands behind his back, his expression and demeanor remaining calm and composed.

Behind him followed six people dressed in the same Taoist robes, whose cultivation levels were equally unfathomable.

But that young man was different.

He was dressed in a golden robe embroidered with dragons, his slender figure adorned with a magnificent gown, and white shoes. With a sway of his long robe, the ribbon at his waist danced in the strong wind. His long, slender black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. His fair face was radiant, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and he was full of spirit, like a scholar returning from passing the imperial examination with high spirits. He carried a white jade sword with a dragon-head carved scabbard, and the crimson sword tassel swayed incessantly.

Although this person wore a smile, the killing intent in his expression was far beyond what ordinary people could comprehend; if one were to compare it to someone, it would be the killing intent of an immortal.

When the emperor is angry, he can wash away blood from a hundred miles away; but when an immortal is angry, he may wash away blood from a thousand provinces.

Cao Qingluo recognized this person.

I saw it only once, but I will never forget it.

Fan Muyong naturally remembered this person. Upon seeing him for the first time, the fear and unease that surged from the depths of his heart filled his soul. His obese body trembled twice, and his face was filled with extreme shock and coldness.

"He is already a venerable immortal..."

Cao Qingluo took a deep breath and looked at the spirited young man. The other man's gaze fell on him the next moment, and he smiled faintly as he met Cao Qingluo's eyes.

With a frown forming on his forehead, Cao Qingluo looked ahead as if facing a formidable enemy: "Ye Wentian... he should have been one of the Saint Immortals, but I never expected that he would have broken through to the level of a Half Immortal and possess the power of a Venerable Immortal."

"Are the three immortals of the Immortal Capital about to become four immortals?"

"Ye Wentian was originally a Venerable Immortal, but he stepped down from his position for some reasons we don't know. There are also rumors that more than 20 years ago, Ye Wentian was injured by a mysterious master in a secret realm. The pain affected his soul and he almost died, which is why he has not appeared in the world for so long."

"But his current abilities have undoubtedly reached the level of a Venerable Immortal."

How did he repair his soul, and how did he gradually reach his current position?

The mystery behind it remains unknown to anyone.

Cao Qingluo and Fan Muyong only knew that their Three-Day Academy was truly valued by the Immortal Capital. The Venerable Immortal brought six Holy Immortals and tens of thousands of Immortal Capital cultivators here, which was truly giving them a lot of face.

Ye Wentian didn't even rush into the valley directly. Instead, he stood outside the valley and casually made a gesture to his back.

In an instant.

The movement of the Xiandu tide froze, and everyone stopped in their tracks.

An oppressive dark cloud hung over their heads, its immense divine power constantly tormenting the souls of Cao Qingluo and his companion.

At the top of the Three-Day Academy, a sliver of sunlight still stubbornly lingered, refusing to be swallowed by the dark clouds.

Cao Qingluo raised his head, glanced briefly at the darkness that seemed to hold the power of heaven, then lowered his eyelids, flicked his right hand, put his hands behind his back, and took a step forward.

Fan Muyong hesitated for a moment, then followed closely behind.

Inside the valley, outside the valley.

Dark clouds, sunlight.

Xiandu, Three-Day Academy.

The two sides, with vastly different strengths, converged here in this valley chosen by Emperor Wen of the past, Xuan Lei.

Ye Wentian did not move forward again, nor did he step into the area where the Three Heavens Academy was located.

Instead, he clasped his hands together, bowed his head, and adopted a respectful posture, his voice filled with humility: "The newly appointed Venerable Immortal of the Immortal Capital, Ye Wentian, greets Senior Cao Qingluo."

Inside the valley, Cao Qingluo stared intently at Ye Wentian in front of him, his gaze particularly unfriendly, and said in a low voice, "This old man of mine, being called 'senior' by a Venerable Immortal, is truly a bit of a shortened lifespan."

"You flatter me, senior."

Ye Wentian smiled and said, "Senior Cao Qingluo is a sage who has been famous for a long time, and also the renowned Dean of the Three Heavens Academy. It is not an exaggeration to call him senior."

"However, senior, you must already know that we from Xiandu are visiting. Have you made any preparations?"

"Prepare?"

Upon hearing this, Cao Qingluo chuckled and said, "If it's about preparing for the hospitality of guests, this old man can do it anytime."

Why ask a question you already know the answer to, senior?

Ye Wentian smiled elegantly and amiably: "Throughout my journey in Xiandu, I have encountered many people who put up pointless resistance. They followed the rules and regulations to uphold so-called ancient precepts or so-called relics, only to meet a tragic end. Senior, you are wise and understanding, and I believe you are not as foolish and ignorant as those common people."

"That's hard to say."

Cao Qinglu shook his head helplessly, turned to the side, and looked at the magnificent statue of Emperor Wen behind him, his eyes filled with determination:

"I'm old and useless. I have no skills, and I don't understand current affairs, current events, human nature, or the principles of things."

"I'm just a stubborn old man, nothing special."

He turned around.

The eerie, cold wind sliced ​​across his face, weathered by time, like a knife. Cao Qingluo narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Ye Wentian, whose expression was gradually darkening. Unfazed, he remained calm and composed, taking a few steps forward as if strolling leisurely.

As he walked, he said, “Xiandu urgently needs spiritual veins. I do not know why. They are invading various places, expanding their power, killing people and sucking blood, and sharpening their knives to offer sacrifices to the heavens. I do not wish to concern myself with that.”

"But I understand one thing in my heart..."

"As a person, you must not forget your roots."

"I still have the title of 'Dean' hanging above my head. Even if I want to be pragmatic, understand people's hearts, and submit to the Immortal Capital, this title is too hard and too heavy. I can't take it off or take it away. I can only keep it hanging."

"Hang until you die."

Cao Qingluo spoke each word deliberately and forcefully.

Unbeknownst to him, he had already left the valley and arrived in front of the vast Immortal Capital Tide.

Even with a Venerable Immortal, six Holy Immortals, and the Sage Cao Qingluo before him, he remained fearless, his lips neither raised nor lowered, his eyes as calm as still water.

Ye Wentian stared intently at Cao Qingluo and asked in a cold voice:

"Did the old man evacuate all the students and teachers so that he could come out and die?"

Cao Qingluo remained expressionless and replied calmly.

"I am the dean. If I don't die, who will?"

He stood there.

Standing in front of the valley.

His hunched body resembled a frail willow, and the biting wind seemed to threaten to shatter his broken form at any moment.

However, his feet pounded the ground heavily, his frail body like a small mountain, firmly guarding the valley.

Guards stand in front of his three-day academy.

"it is good!"

"As expected of the world-renowned Dean of the Three Heavens Academy, he is old but still strong!"

Ye Wentian sneered and then waved his hand.

The next instant, the six figures behind him vanished without a trace.

By the time Cao Qingluo reacted, the figures of the six holy immortals of Xiandu had already surrounded him.

Ye Wentian stared at Cao Qingluo with great interest.

"Then I'll see just how long this old man's bones can stay hard!"

9. All-out attack

Wild Heaven Realm.

Heaven is no more.

The solemn, vast, and majestic Lantian Empire seemed to be shrouded in an unnamed dark cloud at this moment.

Tens of thousands of armored warriors, armed with spears and swords, stood on the border of the empire, gazing at the barren and desolate plains ahead, their eyes fixed on the majestic mountain peaks rising in the distance.

Visible to the naked eye, atop those mountain peaks, there clearly floated a colossal array, covering an area of ​​approximately a hundred miles, the mysteries of which were beyond the comprehension of ordinary cultivators.

There was a pit in the center, and a large, round fruit emerged from the bottom, thumping like a heart.

now.

The generals and soldiers of the Lantian Empire, led by Fang Yan, were already fully prepared for battle.

As a general who protects the country, Fang Yan was dressed in black armor, his sword-like eyebrows radiating a fierce fighting spirit. Although the long sword at his waist was not drawn, it clearly exuded a particularly suppressed killing intent, which shocked all directions.

The Chu family members stood beside Fang Yan, also clad in armor, staring ahead as if facing a formidable enemy.

Not long ago, they learned that the Demon Dynasty had launched a large-scale invasion of the area surrounding the Lantian Empire, and had almost crushed the powerful sects near the Lantian Empire in the blink of an eye. All the spies they sent out were killed, and only their lives were used to send back the last message.