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

"If the ruler commands the subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die."

Jiang Shaoguang let out a long sigh and turned his gaze to the narrow golden ravine, where the figures that had been kneeling had vanished into thin air.

Fan Luokui looked enlightened, and it took her a while to react. A helpless bitter smile appeared on her delicate face: "Although he should not want such unorthodox people as his subjects, given his status, this whole world has been under his control... The Demon Dynasty is no exception."

"That's a pretty direct approach."

Jiang Shaoguang couldn't help but sigh, glancing at the young man who seemed particularly displeased, transforming into a golden ray and disappearing back into the Emperor Sword. Then he raised his head and swept his gaze across the azure sky, as if his gaze were trying to pierce through the heavens and reach another great celestial realm.

As if thinking of what might happen in the far reaches of the Heavenly Realm, Jiang Shaoguang said calmly, "This kind of death is considered very merciful for them. After all, the Martial Emperor is an emperor with imperial authority. Compared to the other immortal, he at least won't personally take action."

"Given the other person's temperament..."

Fan Luokui seemed to have thought of something, and her face turned slightly ashen: "I estimate the scene will be quite bloody."

"Do not."

Jiang Shaoguang corrected Fan Luokui's statement and said with a wry smile:

"It's not a comparison, it's extremely bloody."

……

……

Extreme Celestial Domain.

The portrait floats in the air.

All eyes were fixed on the portrait!

Immortal Ye Wentian of the Immortal Capital stared intently at the portrait. He clearly saw on the simple scroll a figure in white robes with long, flowing black hair, handsome and refined. Just one glance was enough to describe him as gentle and elegant, as warm and jade-like as jade.

Although his face bore the mark of a gentleman, the corners of his mouth turned up arrogantly. He sat upright in the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, sipping his wine, and glanced upwards with a particularly amused expression.

And diagonally above it, there was nothing.

Indeed, no.

However, if we don't view the portrait as a single entity, but rather consider the world and the painting as a unified whole, then we can clearly see—

The person in the painting seems to have jumped out of the painting, and the direction of their gaze is clearly the sky outside the scroll!

This person's name is known to everyone in the world.

Emperor Wen, Xuan Lei.

The next instant, the figure in the painting seemed to slightly raise the corners of his mouth, and with a sudden flash of mysterious white light, the figure in the painting abruptly disappeared.

All that remains is the calm, mirror-like lake surface and a cup of warm wine on the stone table in the pavilion.

at the same time.

A crisp footstep echoed through the silence.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and what they saw was a white shirt and black hair.

Inside the valley.

Fan Muyong was incredulous, as if he had seen a ghost. His obese body trembled violently twice. Even as the vice dean of the Three-Day Academy, who had seen countless storms, he had never imagined that he would see such a scene one day.

The figure walked slowly, emerging from the statue of Emperor Wen like a ghost.

The statue of Emperor Wen at the Three-Day Academy!

Before he could react, the young man holding a white feather folding fan casually flicked his wrist. With a gentle breeze, the mysterious aura that had bound his body vanished, and everything seemed as if it had never happened.

He stared blankly at the back of the person walking slowly forward... a back that had appeared countless times in his dreams.

That was the founder of the Three Days Academy! He was also Cao Qingluo's teacher!

"Thanks for your hard work."

The young man stepped out of the valley, gently stroking his folding fan as he approached the side of Cao Qingluo, who was already on the verge of death.

The latter turned his head to the side, and vaguely seemed to have returned to that small house, to the time when he was taught to read and write by his own teacher.

A gentle breeze caressed Cao Qingluo's face, and in the blink of an eye, the injuries on his body were completely healed. The depleted spiritual energy within his body also became abundant with the breeze, and his complexion quickly improved. His dazed eyes were now able to clearly see the person's shadow.

Cao Qingluo was stunned the moment he saw the young man.

He murmured almost subconsciously, "Teacher..."

"You've done enough."

The young man smiled calmly, his brows revealing his satisfaction with his disciple.

He slowly turned to the side, his gaze falling on the silent crowd of people from the Immortal Capital not far away. He glanced at Ye Wentian with amusement and said with a calm smile, "The rest is up to your master."

After speaking, before Cao Qingluo could say anything more, the young man took two steps forward, gently stroked his folding fan, and smiled.

He simply stood there, like a gentle breeze or a lotus platform on still water.

A faint, enigmatic smile graced his face, while his eyes held a mixture of amusement and a touch of cold indifference.

"Xiandu, right?"

The young man put away his folding fan, then slowly shook his head, tapping his palm with the side of the fan, and said slowly, "Throughout history, countless people have claimed to be immortals. The Immortal Capital has indeed received the blessings of Heaven. If it develops properly, it will surely have the ability to be remembered for eternity. If it does not do anything despicable or immoral, it will probably remain unchanged for ten thousand years and still be able to stand at the top of this world, looking down on all people."

At this point, the young man looked puzzled again and asked, "If that's the case, then I'm a little confused. Why don't you follow the right path and instead target the Three Heavens Academy..."

"I really can't understand it."

Ye Wentian stared at the man and said in a deep voice, "Emperor Wen... Xuan Lei."

The young man smiled slightly, still gentle and polite: "That is indeed me."

"Humph."

Ye Wentian sneered and said, "If Emperor Wen were here, I would indeed be somewhat afraid of him. You are merely a wisp of his divine consciousness, hidden in this statue of Emperor Wen, and drawn out by that portrait. You have the ability to threaten my Immortal Capital?"

"That's not quite how it works..."

The young man shook his head and smiled bitterly, staring at Ye Wentian: "Whether I have ability or not is not for you to decide, even if I am just a wisp of divine consciousness..."

"Who can guarantee that I won't slaughter your entire Immortal Capital?"

"you--!"

Before Ye Wentian could speak, the young man's tone suddenly turned low.

A hint of ruthlessness surfaced in his dark eyes, which were as cold and lifeless as a deep pool, as he stared at Ye Wentian and said, "Besides, there's something I'm very unhappy about."

"Since ancient times, there have been many sages and semi-immortals, each with their own abilities and unique skills. Your Immortal Capital is quite interesting. Not only do you place the word 'immortal' above your sect, but you also call yourselves Venerable Immortals and Saint Immortals. The sect leader even considers himself an Emperor Immortal."

Snapped!

The young man suddenly opened his folding fan, his face showing disdain, and said arrogantly:

"Do you really deserve the title of immortal, you deformed freaks?"

16. And then?

"You deformed and ugly creatures, do you even deserve the title of immortal?"

The young man finished speaking.

The cultivators of the Immortal Capital immediately felt a gust of cold wind blowing in their faces.

The young man stood holding a fan, and with a single word, no one dared to refute him.

No.

All the cultivators in the Immortal Capital wanted to refute and rebuke, and Ye Wentian had a thousand words to say to the young man. However, just as the words were about to rise in his mind and reach his lips, they were silenced by the cold wind that seemed to contain something indescribable.

Even though he had a thousand curses he wanted to utter, his lips remained tightly closed, and he unconsciously clenched his teeth, only able to utter muffled sounds.

The young man's disdainful gaze swept across the crowd. He clearly saw that the cultivators from the Immortal Capital were dressed in magnificent robes, possessed profound cultivation, and were all remarkably handsome. He shook his head with a cold laugh and said:

"They act like humans but are actually treacherous, driven by profit, cowardly, and lack strong willpower."

"Though they have the name of immortals, they have no real immortality. What I see in the distance right now is not a group of cultivators worthy of the title of immortals, but a bunch of dogs who rely on their master's power and have only empty names."

"A saint?"

He glanced at the several Immortals of the Capital whose faces were so gloomy they seemed to be dripping with black water, and said calmly while fanning himself, "You have only temporarily touched the realm of Saints in terms of cultivation. You have advanced by relying on a little bit of good fortune bestowed upon you by the Heavenly Dao, and you think that you are superior to everyone else."

"They eat food offered with contempt, are used by the Way of Heaven, and are proud of it. They add the word 'immortal' to their title of 'saint,' thinking they have transcended the mortal world and the mundane world—I have never seen such a shameless person."

The holy immortals trembled, and they were instantly consumed by rage, wanting to kill the young man on the spot!

However, before they could make a move, Ye Wentian's expression turned cold, and he raised his head.

The shackles that had bound him shattered with a crash, and he regained the ability to speak, then slowly said:

"Emperor Wen's words are somewhat biased."

His handsome face showed no fear. Even with a wisp of Emperor Wen Xuan Lei's divine sense present, he remained unfazed and confident.

Ye Wentian stared at Xuan Lei and smiled, "We are disciples of the Immortal Capital. The Immortal Capital was established by the Emperor Immortal, who is a true immortal who controls this world. What's wrong with a true immortal opening an immortal gate? What's wrong with inscribing the word 'immortal' on the sect?"

"Since we are disciples of the Immortal Capital, and have been instructed by the Emperor Immortal, we are disciples of the Immortal Sect. Is there any problem with adding the word 'Immortal' to our Daoist titles?"

"Furthermore, not everyone goes against the will of Heaven like Emperor Wen. Following the will of Heaven is also a way. We receive the blessings of Heaven, so we should serve Heaven. Moreover, Heaven controls the universe, and all living beings bow down to Heaven. The laws governing the world are the laws of Heaven."

"If that's the case, then perhaps Emperor Wen's path was the wrong one?"

Ip Man Tin's words were truly powerful and resounding.

Upon hearing this, the thousands of disciples of the Immortal Capital behind him seemed no longer bound by the cold wind and immediately cheered.

In an instant, the morale of the cultivators in the Immortal Capital seemed to return to its original state, completely unaffected by Emperor Wen's divine sense.

Of course.

clap clap clap-

Applause.

The young man clapped his hands with a faint smile, a playful look on his face: "Well said."

"But that's pointless."

In an instant.

The young man suddenly opened the folding fan in his hand, and an endless chill flowed from his dark eyes, which were like a deep abyss.