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

Perhaps it was out of anger.

The young man had no intention of using his literary skills to kill Ye Wentian. Instead, he reached out and grabbed Ye Wentian's head.

The latter subconsciously tried to circulate the True Immortal's Breath to resist, but the True Immortal's Breath bestowed upon him by the Emperor Immortal was casually drawn out of his body by Emperor Wen.

Emperor Wen held the faint white light in his hand, snorted coldly, and crushed it into pieces!

Ye Wentian's eyes flashed, and then his radiance suddenly dimmed, making him look as if he had aged more than ten years.

Before he could react, Emperor Wen grabbed his head again and shoved it hard into the ground.

boom!

With the sound of bones cracking and blood flowing, Ye Wentian's body trembled violently.

"This is special treatment for you, Ye Zunxian."

Emperor Wen's face was filled with a cold, murderous intent.

He rarely showed such murderous intent to others; he only became so angry when some reckless individuals crossed his bottom line.

Unfortunately.

The three-day academy was one of his bottom lines.

Although this rough behavior was somewhat unbecoming of Emperor Wen's status—

But he didn't care, not at all.

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Regarding the extra chapters...

Recently, Lao Yu is facing final exams. If I fail, my head will explode.

So... I'm sorry, I'll update more during the summer vacation!

18. Four kowtows and two guests

The thought of killing has already taken hold.

When the young man resolved to kill, the entire world trembled with fear.

The killing poems on the ground exuded an extremely intense killing intent in every word and phrase, like a blood-red light reaching the sky, or a blood shadow haunting the place!

The primal fear drove the cultivators of the Immortal Capital to attempt to escape, desperately trying to flee this realm that symbolized death.

But they couldn't escape.

Those five holy immortals cannot escape, and Venerable Immortal Ye Wentian is even less likely to escape!

Countless blood shadows crawled onto the bodies of the Immortal Capital people, as if countless dead souls were unwillingly emerging from the ground. With their hands stained with the blood of their own internal organs and their nails growing out of hatred, they clung tightly to the ankles and thighs of the Immortal Capital cultivators, as if trying to tear off flesh and crush bones.

Blood splattered.

Fear manifested as a ferocious divine light on their faces. When they arrived, the people of Xiandu were dressed in white robes and were clear-headed, but now they were covered in blood, collapsed on the ground, and their bodies were convulsing uncontrollably.

The killing intent released by the killing poem burst forth from the ground, gripping the necks of the Immortal Capital cultivators, breaking their hand bones, twisting their spines, and severing their meridians.

In an instant, cries of agony filled the air.

Blood was flowing, gradually forming a river of blood.

The young man did not do it himself.

He had seen countless such boundless hellish scenes before, and even though they were created by him, he remained expressionless and unmoved at this moment.

These immortal cultivators are all doomed.

To them, this way of dying was a form of mercy.

But Ip Man Tin is different.

"Although the Three-Day Academy has declined, it is not something that you crooks and scoundrels can bully!"

The young man grabbed Ye Wentian's head, turned him around, and slammed him towards the Three-Day Academy where Cao Qingluo and Fan Muyong were.

boom!

Intense pain struck, and Ye Wentian's consciousness became somewhat blurred, but his spiritual energy was still trying its best to protect him.

"The first kowtow is for those who have offended my academy for three days!"

Emperor Wen's words were the command of Heaven, hovering above the highest heavens.

Although blood splattered, it did not stain the young man red.

Such filthy blood could not possibly have had any contact with Emperor Wen from the very beginning.

"you……"

Ye Wentian seemed to still have the strength to breathe. Even though his face was covered in blood, he was still struggling to say something.

However, the young man had no intention of listening to his nonsense and slammed his head hard into the ground again.

boom!

The circular pit expanded outwards again, and within a radius of tens of meters, cracks emanated from Ye Wentian's center.

"This second kowtow is for my beloved disciples Cao Qingluo and Fan Muyong!"

Ye Wentian's consciousness completely left his body, and for some unknown reason, all the meridians in his body had been broken in the impact just now!

His spiritual root exploded with a bang, bursting open several cracks in his abdomen. The blood seeping from the cracks was mixed with a few strands of inexplicable darkness.

The young man glanced indifferently at the few drops of dark blood, snorted coldly, and immediately pulled Ye Wentian's head high again.

It slammed down!

boom!

As Ye Wentian's bones shattered and terrifying pain surged forth, his consciousness, which had just fallen into darkness, was awakened once more, and he was plunged into the most horrific agony he had ever experienced in his life.

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

He roared like a madman, as if trying to squeeze out every last bit of strength: "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!!"

Despite his roar, the young man remained unfazed and said calmly, "This third kowtow is for the sins you committed in the past by seizing the souls of living beings in your pursuit of immortality."

"Your actions in the Immortal Capital are even more despicable and vile than those of the Demon Dynasty. At least they know they are on the demonic path, but you use the banner of upholding justice to seize mountains and lands, and in private you are even more ruthlessly absorbing spiritual veins, almost draining the Azure Secret Realm dry. You kill and steal spiritual energy, and your evil ways are extreme."

"Does such behavior deserve the title of 'immortal'?"

"Don't insult me!"

He then lifted Ye Wentian's head and slammed it down!

"No--!!"

This time.

Ye Wentian's head exploded immediately. At the same time, the young man raised his foot and stomped through Ye Wentian's heart, causing his soul to fly out.

The young man grabbed the dark soul in his hand and squeezed it hard with a cold expression.

With a creaking sound—

The dark blood flowed from his palm, and the young man disdainfully tossed it away, causing the object in his hand to turn into gray ash and disappear without a trace.

The killing poem gradually subsided.

The bodies and souls of the five holy immortals were devoured by the blood spirit. In the instant that endless killing intent surged up, they were already the main targets of the attack. Endless killing intent immediately entered their minds, and in just a moment, they were dead.

When the physical body dies, so does the soul.

The deaths of countless cultivators in the Immortal Capital were horrifying; they all perished within this enormous killing poem. Their bodies slowly turned into blood, which seeped into the ground as the killing poem disappeared.

In just a few breaths, everything vanished.

On the plain, apart from the figure of the white-robed youth and the corpse of Ye Wentian, which had also turned to ashes and vanished, there was nothing else that could prove that Xiandu had ever been there.

The young man coldly unfolded his folding fan, revealing a single, jet-black character clearly printed on the snow-white feather fan.

【die】

"This fourth kowtow is for insulting the word 'immortal'."

After speaking.

The youth's figure gradually dissipated, eventually splitting into two halves, one of which entered the statue of Emperor Wen in the Three Heavens Academy.

The other half quickly darted back to the painting that was floating in the air in the distance.

Inside the pavilion, beside the warm wine, the figure of the young man in white still sat there, as if he had never moved.

All sounds are silent.

As if knowing it had completed its task, the scroll slowly floated down and landed back in Ye Yuchan's hands.

now.

The silver-haired girl stared at the scroll in her hand for a long time before she came out of her daze and couldn't help but sigh, "Emperor Wen... Xuan Lei... so this is what kind of person he is."

Zhang Ruoxue squinted, hugged her chest, and trembled slightly: "I feel a chill run down my spine."

"Yes, a little."

Ye Yuchan nodded in agreement: "I feel that Emperor Wen is even more violent than that old rogue..."

"He has a lot of hostility and is very arrogant."

Ye Yuchan nodded: "They have the right to be arrogant. They've been arrogant their whole lives, and they've even reached the level of a True Immortal."

"It really gives you that feeling of 'If you don't submit, I'll beat you until you do, and if you keep being stubborn, I'll shove your head on the ground and beat you until you submit'... It's incredibly domineering."

Zhang Ruoxue blinked and muttered to herself, "I thought Emperor Wen was the type who could wipe out enemy ships with a few words."

"He's probably really angry... After all, that fool who was courting death messed with the academy for three days."

"That's true. When you're angry, you want to stare at the other person's head and hit them. I totally understand that!"

The two talked back and forth for a while before the group of people in black robes behind them finally realized what was happening.

Countless murmurs immediately arose from the crowd.

"Was that really Emperor Wen...?"