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

"It came out of the statue of Emperor Wen, so it must be him!"

"He's so handsome... though he looks kind of fierce."

"Is that what they call killing poetry?"

"Wait a minute... so what exactly are we here for?"

……

The discussion abruptly stopped when someone suddenly posed a question.

Everyone froze, touching their own hoods used to conceal their faces.

They had all prepared to part ways with their families and stay at the Three-Day Academy no matter what, but they were completely useless. Ye Yuchan simply opened the scroll and released Emperor Wen...

It's over.

Faced with the silence of the crowd, Ye Yuchan smiled and said, "It's not that simple. It still has some significance."

These words were spoken as soon as they were uttered.

far away.

The elderly man took a deep breath.

"Students of the Three-Day Academy, heed my command!!"

The resounding voice echoed throughout the hall, causing all those dressed in black robes to straighten their backs and subconsciously prepare to receive the dean's instruction.

Cao Qinglu stared solemnly at the group of black-robed youths and girls in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "As the Dean of the Three-Day Academy, I have ordered you all to withdraw from the school and leave. However, you have ignored this order and returned to the school on your own. This has violated Article 21 of the Three-Day Academy's rules - to disobey the Dean's instructions and defy the Dean's orders. Now I shall punish you."

A strange gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd.

However, Cao Qingluo's expression suddenly improved, tears welling in his eyes, but he still spoke sternly:

"Everyone, you're repeating a year. Don't give me any holidays. You're back to class tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, everyone under the black robes was taken aback, then breathed a sigh of relief.

They were all unwilling to leave the academy for three days, and that's why they risked their lives to come back.

If the dean shuts you out, that would truly be a loss.

Just then, someone in the crowd suddenly raised their hand and shouted, "Dean, can I come a few days later? I haven't had enough vacation time yet!"

"What?" Cao Qingluo glanced at the man and shouted irritably, "Chen Zhizhe, don't think I don't recognize you! Starting tomorrow, your classes will be doubled!!"

"What?!" Chen Zhizhe was so shocked that he immediately ripped off his hood. "No, you recognize him?!"

"What kind of eyesight do I have? You think you can fool me with your meager skills?"

"And you over there, Zhan Mo! Don't think you can sneak away just because I can't see you. Starting tomorrow, you'll both be coming to class!"

The dark figure, who was trying to slip away at the edge of the crowd, paused. Under the gaze of countless people, he turned around helplessly, took off his hood, and gave a wry smile: "Fine...fine, I'll definitely come, I'll definitely come."

Amidst laughter and cheerful chatter, Zhang Ruoxue and Ye Yuchan exchanged a glance.

Ye Yuchan yawned, looking at the rather familiar scene, and smiled faintly, "As expected of the academy established by that old rogue... it just feels good."

"I reckon the academy will be in a ruckus for three days, no better than our courtyard house," Zhang Ruoxue said with a faint smile.

"I wonder what that old rogue is doing all by himself right now."

Ye Yuchan gazed into the distance, recalling Yun Ping's strange behavior when she left, and began to feel puzzled.

Yes.

Just a second before Ye Yuchan left, he turned around and glanced at the old rogue.

He noticed that Yunping had moved two stools next to the stone table for some reason, and casually pulled out two tea sets from the empty space beside him.

It's like having guests coming.

But... who is it?

……

……

"So, you two, what do you think of the things I prepared?"

On the Seven Dreams Tree.

Inside the courtyard house.

Yunping sat with his legs crossed, a chessboard in front of him and two slightly cool cups of tea beside him.

Seated before him were two figures, one in black and one in white.

Others may not know the identities of these two, but if they were to be revealed, it would surely shock the three great heavenly domains!

These two figures were none other than...

He is the ruler of both the Demon Dynasty and the Immortal Capital, the master of this era of immortals and demons!

The Immortal Emperor and the Demon Emperor.

19. I will take your life in seven days.

Extreme Celestial Domain.

On the Seven Dreams Tree.

Inside the courtyard, the young man was still dressed in white, clean and neat. He had neither embellishments of gold to show off his wealth nor jade to display his extraordinary appearance. He wore only that snow-white long robe from beginning to end.

He sat upright at the stone table in the center of the courtyard, with a cup of hot tea in front of him. The tea was not particularly special, and even the tea leaves were randomly selected and not considered high-quality. The tea was just average.

Before the youth stood two beings in this world who were closest to the title of immortals, or rather, they had long since proclaimed themselves immortals, placing themselves above the universe and in a position of dominating all things.

The Immortal Emperor and the Demon Emperor.

The three sat around a stone table, in the center of which was a chessboard.

Only a few pieces were placed on the chessboard, as if the game had just been started. Strangely, the two cups of tea placed in front of the two immortals had already gone cold.

Yunping toyed with the smooth, round white chess pieces in the right-hand chess box, casually glanced at the black and white chess formation still in the process of being laid out on the brown wooden chessboard, and asked the two with a faint smile, "Well, gentlemen, are you satisfied with what I have prepared?"

Upon hearing this, how could the two not know that the young man in white was implying something?

The man, also dressed in white robes but with golden patterns surrounding his body, which concealed his face, pondered for a long time before replying, "As expected of someone who once ruled the world twice, you were able to kill a half-immortal with just a painting and a wisp of divine consciousness. Based on this alone, I am ashamed to admit my inferiority."

Another figure, shrouded in shadow and whose gaze was difficult to discern, lowered his head in silence and continued, "The Martial Emperor's Sword, it is said to have been one of the Emperor's most treasured artifacts, one of the eighteen weapons wielded by the Martial Emperor. Its vast imperial might made heaven and earth submit. In this light, the rumors are indeed true."

Both men spoke words of admiration, yet their tone was unusually calm, as if they were not surprised at all.

Emperor Immortal stretched out his right hand, picked up a chess piece from the black chess box, and as if he had found a way to break the deadlock, placed the black piece in a very threatening and aggressive position. Then he picked up the cold tea next to him.

A wave of energy, completely different from ordinary spiritual energy, swept in, and bubbles immediately appeared inside the herbal tea. In less than half a breath, scalding hot steam rose up.

He took a sip of tea, set it aside, and said, "Does Your Excellency know why we have come here today?"

Without hesitation, Yunping picked up the white chess piece and casually placed it, laughing, "You're just afraid that I'll ruin your great plan if I personally intervene."

"Anyway, it's unlikely they're coming directly to cause trouble for me. After all, those treasures you two have probably not been fully repaired yet, right?"

The young man's casual words startled the two people in front of him.

He actually knew about those two treasures?!

There's a mole within the organization?!

The moment the two True Immortals had this thought, Yunping smiled helplessly:

"Don't even think about it. In my life, from living to dying twice, I've basically never used the method of arranging traitors. Even if I were to go, it would definitely be me personally—you guys have been causing such a ruckus in the Extreme Heaven Domain and the Desolate Heaven Domain, I can tell what you're planning with just a glance. Do I need anyone else to tip me off?"

Emperor Immortal was silent for a moment, then said, "But you have never stepped out of here, and you have never used your divine sense... Even a true immortal cannot see through the heavens with just their eyesight."

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean I can't." Yun Ping stretched and said, "Little brother, you two are still green."

……

To utter such words in front of both the Immortal Emperor and the Demon Emperor, he is probably the only one in the entire world who has the audacity to do so.

In fact, Yunping had always been quite indifferent to these two self-proclaimed true immortals, never even showing any contempt, treating them as if he were chatting with an ordinary cultivator.

What does it mean?

In the eyes of the two immortal emperors, Yun Ping's attitude was very clear—

You two are no different from cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm.

True Immortals and Spirit Gathering Realm cultivators...

Are you kidding me?

The Demon Emperor stared intently at Yun Ping with his extremely cold eyes. He slowly reached out, picked up the black pieces, and continued his attack on the white pieces.

Yunping remained calm and continued playing chess, seemingly defending against the attack or waiting for an opportunity.

The Immortal Emperor and the Demon Emperor took turns placing their pieces. Both of them were incredibly skilled at chess, possessing profound knowledge of the art of chess. They were adept at both setting up traps and launching counterattacks.

now.

Yunping yawned as if he was feeling rather bored, and calmly dealt with the two men's attacks.

At the same time, Emperor Immortal said calmly, "Since you know about these two treasures, don't you have any fear at all?"

"Fear?" Yun Ping took a sip of tea, glanced at Di Xian with interest, and laughed, "Why should I be afraid? Don't forget how those two treasures you're holding were shattered into such a state."

“Of course I won’t forget.” The Demon Emperor smiled coldly and said, “But as far as I know, both the Immortal Slaughtering Formation and the Three Pure Ones Sword were capable of injuring Emperor Wen.”

"Back then, the Immortal Slaughtering Formation, along with three half-immortals, injured Emperor Wen, who had just become a true immortal, and he did not appear in the world for half a year."

"The Three Pure Ones Sword, together with the Hongmeng Ancestor, fought a bloody battle with Emperor Wen in the three heavenly domains. In the end, although the Hongmeng Ancestor was severely injured, Emperor Wen was also nearly killed. In the end, it was the Kunxuan Ancestor who stepped forward to kill him."

"Now that the two have merged into one and are attacking together, coupled with the suppression efforts of my Demon Dynasty and the Immortal Capital..."

The pitch-black chess pieces fell heavily to the ground.

The Demon Emperor's eyes flashed with an endless, surging killing intent. On the chessboard, the black pieces resembled a terrifying dragon, enveloping the white pieces, as if it would tear the white pieces apart and devour them completely in the next second.

A faint smile appeared on Di Xian's face, and he said with a slight upturn of his lips, "Your Excellency, are you truly confident?"

Yunping glanced briefly at the menacing black dragon on the chessboard and yawned.

Instead of responding immediately, he picked up the white piece and placed it down without hesitation.