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

12. You are dead.

Extreme Celestial Domain.

Three days at the academy.

Before the enormous and imposing statue of Emperor Wen, the old man staggered back two steps, his body weak and feeble.

His arms hung limply at his sides, his abbot's robe was tattered and torn, and blood flowed uncontrollably from his thin, withered right arm, which resembled a dead tree branch. His face, etched with wrinkles by the passage of time, showed a look of helplessness and exhaustion.

He has done his best.

Under the siege of six Immortal Saints, even the renowned Saint Cao Qingluo had to be defeated.

The immortal techniques of the Immortal Capital inherently contain the power of the Heavenly Dao. Although he is a saint, he has never received the favor of the Heavenly Dao. Even a one-on-one fight is suspenseful, let alone a six-on-one fight.

As for Fan Muyong...

From the very beginning, his feet were bound by an inexplicable force. Even though he had already entered the path of sainthood, the source of this inexplicable force was clearly that of the immortal Ye Wentian!

Dark clouds gathered and hovered atop the Three Heavens Academy.

"Cough-cough-"

Cao Qingluo suddenly took two steps back, leaning against the mountain peak that was beginning to turn bluish-black, coughing up two mouthfuls of blood, his face as white as paper.

"Dean!"

Fan Muyong's fat face was filled with panic, but his desperate attempt to break free of the damned shackles only caused the blood and flesh in his feet to show signs of necrosis.

With a soft thud, Fan Muyong was forced to kneel down. Looking back, he saw a dark and evil aura emanating from the soles of his feet, wantonly tearing apart his flesh and blood, spreading from his feet to his calves, and gradually approaching his thighs.

No matter how he circulated his spiritual energy and cultivation techniques, he was powerless against this evil intent. In just a few seconds, the dignified vice dean of the Three Heavens Academy was reduced to such a helpless state!

Cao Qinglu coughed up a mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of his internal organs—his internal organs had been shattered by the combined efforts of the six holy immortals before him. If it weren't for his resilient saintly body, he would probably be dead by now.

"It seems the old dean's bones aren't as strong as I thought."

Ye Wentian stared at Cao Qingluo with a light smile. With just one glance, he could tell how serious Cao Qingluo's injuries were. He smiled and asked, "Considering that the old dean is highly respected and a senior, if you were to surrender to my Xiandu, it wouldn't be impossible to give you a sinecure so you could live a peaceful and comfortable life. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"hehe."

Cao Qingluo sneered repeatedly, a dark cloud already appearing in his eyes, which seemed to be about to fall into darkness at any moment. Even though he could no longer see where Ye Wentian was, he still said sarcastically, "You want me to go to your damned Immortal Capital? Immortal Ye is really dreaming. I am the Dean of the Three Heavens Academy. Your Immortal Capital... is not worthy to accommodate me."

"Not worthy?"

Ye Wentian's lips twitched, then he raised his hand and said, "I'd like to see who's unworthy!"

The words fell.

A holy immortal, treading on various mysterious steps, traversed dozens of meters and flashed to Cao Qingluo's front, his iron fist, as powerful as a mountain crashing down, slammed towards Cao Qingluo's abdomen.

Cao Qingluo instinctively tried to reach out to stop him, but his weak arms couldn't even hinder him, let alone block him. His already fragile hand bones were instantly shattered, and his abdomen was violently impacted. His eyes widened, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Feeling intense pain, Cao Qingluo bent over and was about to kneel down with a pained expression, but he suddenly stopped just as his knees were about to touch the ground.

A few drops of blood seeped from his nearly blind eyes, and he opened his mouth, which was full of sticky blood, and let out a furious roar.

As if trying to exhaust his physical strength, Cao Qingluo straightened his back with all his might, but his violently trembling legs still did not kneel down.

He will not kneel, at least not to the capital.

Ye Wentian stared expressionlessly at Cao Qingluo in front of him, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes: "You don't want to kneel, do you, old man? Is this your backbone?"

Cao Qingluo's lips curled up slightly as he lowered his head and stood up with difficulty: "I... am the... Dean of the Three-Day Academy."

"Apart from my mentor, no one in the world can force me to kneel."

"Dean..."

As Fan Muyong lay on the ground, he saw that Cao Qingluo's blood was burning as if it were boiling. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he slapped the ground with both hands, trying to get up.

However, the moment he began to circulate his spiritual energy, a terrifying burning sensation also ignited within Fan Muyong's body. He felt the dark energy climb up his abdomen and begin to invade his internal organs.

An indescribable pain swept over his entire body. Fan Muyong gritted his teeth, enduring the agony that felt like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart, and still desperately tried to get up.

Looking at the two who were still unwilling to compromise, Ye Wentian took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with murderous intent!

He waved his hand dismissively, then shouted sternly without a trace of mercy, "Send them on their way!"

"I'd like to see if your stubbornness will still make you kneel before me after you die!"

"Kill them all!!"

The words fell.

The six holy immortals arrived before Cao Qingluo at the same time, their gazes falling on the old dean who still refused to kneel down and was already in his twilight years.

Their spiritual energy had reached its peak, and they wanted to kill the dean of the Three Heavens Academy with the utmost respect and in their full glory!

Of course.

Before they could even raise their swords, the six holy immortals seemed to sense something and turned around in unison.

It's not just them!

Ye Wentian's eyes widened, and then, as if feeling particularly impatient and unwilling, he slowly turned around and looked back.

The thousands of cultivators behind him also turned around and looked back.

there.

It was pitch black.

Yes.

A dark figure was rushing towards them at breakneck speed across the vast plain.

Without exception, everyone wore black Taoist robes and black hoods to conceal their faces.

They even had uniform formations imprinted on their bodies to conceal their aura.

Who are they?

no one knows.

Even they themselves didn't know their own identities.

However, they can be certain of one thing—

The two figures at the very front were once the masters of the most powerful force in the Three Heavens Academy.

The silver-haired girl held a jet-black longbow.

The black-haired girl in a sailor uniform clenched her fists.

Ye Wentian's lips twitched incessantly; he recognized these two people!

These two were the disciples of the white-robed youth who had crippled him back then!

"Hey, you're still alive."

Ye Yuchan's gaze pierced through the crowd, reaching the distant, hideous-looking Ye Wentian.

Zhang Ruoxue glanced at Ye Wentian briefly and laughed, "He's probably just lucky to be alive after being beaten so badly by the teacher..."

"you……"

Ye Wentian gritted his teeth, and the flames of revenge burned fiercely in his heart the moment he saw Ye Yuchan and the other person.

For many years, he has never forgotten the day he fell from the throne of the Venerable Immortal.

The seed of revenge has long since grown into a towering tree over time.

The appearance of Ye Yuchan and the other person instantly ignited Ye Wentian's anger.

On the other side...

Cao Qingluo stared blankly at the large group of dark figures that had appeared before him.

He couldn't see clearly.

But you can feel it.

Hidden beneath those shadows... that familiar feeling.

Cao Qingluo opened her mouth in disbelief, involuntarily murmuring, "These people..."

"I'm so sorry, old dean~"

Ye Yuchan glanced at the old dean who was on his deathbed and said with a smile, "Let me make this clear first, these people weren't invited by me. They came on their own initiative. I originally planned to come with Ruoxue to help out, but we ran into these guys on the way."

Zhang Ruoxue turned around and glanced at the army of black figures, which numbered only a few hundred to a thousand, and couldn't help but sigh, "Because they were concerned that a direct attack would cause disharmony between their families or relatives and the Immortal Capital, they simply put on black clothes and hats to conceal their faces..."

Ye Yuchan chuckled: "So I'm really sorry, all that pile of withdrawal letters you wrote is probably useless now, we'll tear them up for you later."

"you……"

Cao Qingluo stared in disbelief at the large patch of black shadow in front of her.

That's right.

Beneath these shadowy figures are his disciples!

They are students of the Three-Day Academy!

These idiots, these morons!

He had clearly expelled them all, kicked them out of this damned place of trouble. This was a decision made for their future, for their prospects. How could these idiots… how could they…

He cursed the children in his heart, but tears inexplicably welled up in his eyes.

Ye Yuchan gazed at Cao Qingluo with deep emotion, and couldn't help but smile and say, "Thank you for your hard work, Dean."

"Leave the rest to us."

The words fell.

The shadowy figures behind him pulled out their magical artifacts, and an indescribable sense of oppression instantly swept over them.

Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue exchanged a glance, and their spiritual energy burst forth simultaneously.

"You guys?"

Ye Wentian glared coldly at Ye Yuchan and the other woman, then laughed loudly, "You think you can show off your strength in front of me with such meager abilities?"