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

"So that's how it is, a kid from Yuntian Academy."

When Gu Tianren spoke, his tone seemed to have changed completely, and his voice sounded as if his vocal cords had been torn apart.

He looked at Gu Wangjun with interest, then turned his gaze to Duan Xingchen.

Under the horrified gaze of Xingchen, Gu Tianren smiled with a hint of surprise: "It seems I'm still not used to eliminating the root of the problem. The little saintess of the Holy Feather Sect... is still alive in this world."

"You are..." Duan Xingchen's beautiful eyes widened, veins bulging on the back of her hand gripping the sword, and she shouted angrily, "How is Grandpa Sect Master?! What have you done to him?!"

"Sect Master? Ah, you mean him—"

Gu Tianren chuckled wickedly, patting his stomach, his eyes filled with mockery towards Duan Xingchen.

He licked his lips and smiled expectantly:

"Inside my belly—are you satisfied with this answer?"

41. I suspect you're a summoner, Star Girl.

Anger surged suddenly.

Duan Xingchen's right hand, which was gripping the sword, trembled slightly. In the instant her beautiful eyes widened, her spiritual energy burst forth as if she were risking her life.

She stared intently at the composed "Gu Tianren" before her, a silent rage surging within her.

Duan Xingchen's body shone with a holy white light, as if she were bathed in a curtain of holy light. She circulated the Purifying Demon Desolate Dust Record Technique within her body, and several white sword beams were continuously emitted from the sword's edge.

She lowered her body, adopting a posture that suggested she was ready to rush forward and fight her blood feud at any moment.

"Junior Sister—" Gu Wangjun stopped Gu Asan with one hand and raised the other hand to block Duan Xingchen, his face stern and calm: "Don't make any rash moves."

The aura emanating from the opponent belonged to one of the twenty-one purest ultimate realms in this world—not to mention Void Realm cultivators, even a Saint could not be a match for one of the twenty-one ultimate realms.

If Duan Xingchen were to be blinded by hatred and anger at this moment, and charge forward like a reckless warrior, the outcome would surely be tragic.

As the senior disciple of Yuntian Academy, Gu Wangjun could not stand by and watch Duan Xingchen go to his death.

However, faced with his senior brother's dissuasion, Duan Xingchen remained silent, neither refuting nor agreeing. He simply stared intently at "Gu Tianren" in front of him, as if trying to imprint the other's aura deep into his bones.

Seeing that Duan Xingchen did not reply, Gu Wangjun's ominous premonition grew stronger, so he hurriedly advised in a deep voice: "Let's retreat for now. Now is not the time to get entangled with the other party. There is also one of the twenty-one extremes, Blue Feather Heavenly Ice, in Blue Feather Heavenly Palace. Using an extreme to deal with an extreme is the best choice."

Although Gu Wangjun was not sure whether Lan Yutianbing's true form in the dream also possessed abilities like the Twenty-One Ultimate.

But one thing is certain: apart from making this decision, Gu Wangjun could not think of any other way to help himself and Duan Xingchen avoid the crisis.

Duan Xingchen's eyes, filled with hatred, fell on the darkness before her. She clenched her fists, her delicate body trembling slightly.

She couldn't help but recall all sorts of scenes from her time at the Holy Feather Sect. To her, it was the place where she was born and raised, a place she would never forget in her lifetime.

Now, the culprit who destroyed the Holy Feather Sect is right in front of him. This is a true blood feud, and it is impossible for Duan Xingchen to remain calm.

but--

Duan Xingchen is not Zhang Ruoxue. Although they are both students of Yuntian Academy and disciples of Yunping, there are decisive differences between each of them.

Zhang Ruoxue probably didn't think that much; driven by hatred and anger, she rushed forward to fight the other party to the death.

Duan Xingchen... held back.

All around, cries of agony were incessant. Countless powerless Blue Feather Heavenly Palace cultivators were being devoured by the darkness and sinking into the abyss of death. Although Duan Xingchen knew that this was most likely just an illusion, after all, she was only in a dream, it was still incredibly painful for her kind heart to watch these people die.

She was once the Holy Maiden of the Holy Feather Sect, a pure and immaculate saint. From childhood, she had always deeply admired her grandfather, the sect leader, who possessed a broad mind and loved all things.

She understood that her record of purifying the desolate world was a variable.

The existence of myself and King Gu is the only variable. If the variable disappears here, then what awaits the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace will be utter destruction!

"go!"

Without further hesitation, Duan Xingchen took a deep breath, then reversed the sword in his hand and planted it upside down in the ground.

Suddenly, a dazzling sun burst forth from the cracks, its radiance momentarily obscuring even Gu Tianren's vision. This was solely Duan Xingchen's sacred sword intent—a power capable of exposing all the evil and ugliness of the world to the sunlight.

However, for Gu Tianren, this was nothing more than a fleeting white light sword intent. Pure darkness does not feel aversion to the sun. He simply waved his right hand casually forward and dispersed the white curtain that would be fatal to ordinary demons.

But when the sword intent dissipated, Duan Xingchen and the others were no longer there. Instead, a burly figure carried two other people, leaving behind a trail of afterimages heading towards the main palace of the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace.

"run?"

Gu Tianren gave a mocking laugh: "Can you escape?"

His entire body transformed into a pool of black water, instantly merging with the surrounding tide of black liquid. Then, at a speed that could almost be described as traversing space, he moved towards the still uncollapsed main palace of the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace in the distance.

……

……

Inside the magnificent and luxurious palace, at this very moment, black water overflows.

Most of the cultivators in the main palace had quite high cultivation levels, but even so, the viscous black liquid still possessed the terrifying power to evaporate them instantly. In front of this black liquid, unless they were saints, even those at the peak of the Void Realm were no different from ants.

Run! As fast as you can!

Gu Wangjun carried Duan Xingchen and Gu Asan, moving through the main palace at top speed.

His mind raced as he considered his next move. Gu Wangjun was unfamiliar with the internal structure of the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace, let alone know the location of Blue Feather Heavenly Ice.

But thinking about it carefully, if the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace has suffered such a disaster, how could the Blue Feather Heavenly Ice, one of the twenty-one ultimate treasures of the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace, sit idly by?

But so far, no other extreme aura has appeared. Does this mean that Lan Yutianbing will not make a move?

Do not--

It's also possible that they can't make a move.

Not sure.

Everything was unknown to Gu Wangjun.

He had to find his way to the light in complete darkness and uncertainty.

It's too difficult.

But he had to succeed. If he failed, it wouldn't just be them who would be destroyed, but the entire Blue Feather Heavenly Palace, and even the entire dream or reality.

It was at this moment—

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Gu Wangjun. He subconsciously thought it was the Deathly Evil Spirit Ice chasing after him, so he adopted a defensive and vigilant posture.

But when he came to his senses, he found that the person standing in front of him was Lan Chun, who had gone to inform the Palace Master of Lanyu Heavenly Palace.

"This aura... are you alright?"

Lan Chun, who was blind, stared blankly ahead. He could sense the unusually high temperature emanating from Gu Wangjun's body, so he asked, "How is the situation outside?"

"It's terrible." Gu Wangjun's voice deepened, and he quickly asked, "How is the Palace Master?"

“Palace Master…” Lan Chun frowned upon hearing this and replied solemnly, “Palace Master also claims that he is no match for this demon. He has already begun to help evacuate the cultivators in the palace… We are afraid we will have to abandon the sect.”

Should they choose to abandon the floating island they've painstakingly built, and instead preserve all the elite cultivators of the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace...?

Knowing that he was no match for them, this choice was undoubtedly the clearest one. It seems that the current Palace Master of Blue Feather Heavenly Palace is not foolish or stubborn.

But King Gu had no time to admire this magnanimous palace master. Instead, he hurriedly asked, "Where is Lan Yu Tian Bing now? Why hasn't it made a move?"

"Lord Lan Yutianbing..." Lan Chun looked astonished. He hadn't expected that King Gu would know about Lan Yutianbing's existence. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he replied, "Lord Lan Yutianbing suddenly fell into a deep sleep for some reason. The Palace Master tried to wake it up, but no matter what he did, he couldn't rouse it."

Even Lan Yutianbing in my dreams is asleep?

Could it be that reality and illusion are gradually becoming connected, so the state of Lan Yutianbing in the dream is gradually becoming closer to that of Lan Yutianbing in reality?

If that's really the case, then their last hope is gone.

What should I do?

Gu Wangjun thought quickly. With his mind, he had displayed extraordinary wisdom in many desperate situations in the past. Even with almost zero chance of winning, he would not give up thinking.

As long as the mind does not slip, there are more solutions than difficulties.

Yunping had said this to him before, and he had always kept it in mind.

What should I do? What should I do?

A sense of responsibility as the senior disciple of Yuntian Academy urged Gu Wangjun to quickly devise a way to escape—

Of course.

next moment.

Sensing the approaching danger, Gu Wangjun did not hesitate at all. He immediately stomped his foot and sent Lan Chun flying like a kite with a broken string.

Under the violent impact, Lan Chun was thrown backward dozens of meters away, almost embedding himself in the wall.

But he didn't feel angry, only surprised and resentful.

Because Lan Chun's keen senses failed to detect the demonic aura emanating from behind the wall beside him, while Gu Wangjun did.

Just after Gu Wangjun knocked Lan Chun away, the spot where Lan Chun had been standing was pierced by countless black spikes, the walls on both sides shattered, and a wave of black water rushed in.

Just as Gu Wangjun was about to be submerged by the black tide, Duan Xingchen, who was being carried on Gu Wangjun's shoulder, ran his fingers along the blade of his sword and swung it forward with great force.

With the blessing of the Cleansing Demon Desolation Record, Duan Xingchen's every move possessed the holiness to annihilate demonic nature. His sword strike, though it failed to repel the black tide, gave King Gu enough time to adjust.

His robust physique played a crucial role at this moment. Gu Wangjun instantly kicked down, leaped into the air, twisted his body in mid-air, placed his feet on the ceiling, and then used the momentum to dodge diagonally forward.

But just as his feet touched the ground, two arms suddenly emerged from the shadows behind him—

"Senior Brother!"

Duan Xingchen, who was particularly sensitive to demonic energy, exclaimed in surprise.

Gu Wangjun's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he threw a punch backward with all his might at the fastest speed he had ever done.

boom!

The fist unleashed by a body comparable to that of a saint was an explosive punch capable of creating layers of air explosions. This sweeping punch destroyed almost half of the palace, crushing even the Black Tide that had intended to launch a sneak attack from behind.

Unfortunately, King Gu was not a saint after all.

In the next instant, "Gu Tianren" stepped on the black tide and stealthily approached Gu Wangjun from behind.

"Oops!"

Gu Wangjun inwardly cried out in alarm. When he turned around, he saw Gu Tianren's right arm, which had transformed into black thorns, raised high and falling toward his head.

Can he withstand the ultimate strike of the Twenty-One?