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

Jiang Yuetian stared coldly at Ye Xuanqiu. Just standing in front of this woman, he could hardly control his breathing: "We have nothing to give you."

"What are you talking about? Isn't it there?"

Ye Xuanqiu smiled and pointed her slender finger at the blue demon dog whose fur was standing on end and which was baring its teeth at her.

Looking in the direction Ye Xuanqiu pointed, Jiang Yuetian and Lin Yuan were both taken aback.

Little Lei?

Ye Xuanqiu licked her lips, seemingly quite eager: "My only goal is this dog... to be precise..."

"It's the Heavenly Thunder, one of the twenty-one ultimate techniques. Hehe, the ultimate technique. I never expected my husband to hide it here. How interesting."

63. Value Principles

Extreme Celestial Domain.

The Seven Lotus Exquisite Ball slowly descended, its indestructible outer lotus wall gradually expanding outwards. Inside, a silver-haired maid-dress girl stepped down from the lotus platform, her face displaying unprecedented shock.

She had seen the old rogue make his move many times, but she had never witnessed such a shocking scene.

Whether it was the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons or the Sixteen Peaks of Immortal Capital, they all vanished in the blink of an eye.

Everything returned to calm.

Ye Yuchan stared blankly at the white-robed youth sitting on the stone bench in the center of Yuntian Academy, his legs crossed and looking listless. The latter was squinting and drinking tea, as if nothing had happened.

To be honest, Ye Yuchan is still a bit dazed.

She was stunned for a moment before moving closer to Yunping and sitting down on the stone bench opposite him. After glancing at Yunping, who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, she couldn't help but ask, "You old rogue, are you... alright?"

She felt that the exaggerated scene just now might have some negative impact on the old rogue, which is why she asked the question with concern.

Upon hearing this, Yunping slowly opened his eyes.

A chilling aura emanated from those cold, dark eyes. Ye Yuchan glanced at them briefly and was so frightened that she nearly jumped up on the spot.

That old rogue...could he be in a killing spree?

This is true.

Yunping's lips twitched slightly, then he sighed helplessly and closed his eyes again: "It's nothing, it's just that I haven't been able to summon that Buddha of Slaughter for a long time, and I haven't recovered yet."

Allowing that Buddha of Slaughter to appear in the world for an extended period of time is not a good thing for Yunping. This thing will bring his memories back to the time when he fell into demonic possession. Immersing himself in the past will only cause his once calm heart to begin to stir up wave after wave of turmoil.

Fortunately, the old rogue's mind was exceptionally firm. If it were anyone else, they would probably have become a merciless slaughtering machine the moment they summoned the Buddha-Slaying Technique, and their souls would have been swayed.

For an old rogue like him, it's nothing more than a matter that can be resolved with a couple of days of rest.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled and looked at Ye Yuchan: "How was it?"

"What do you mean, how?" Ye Yuchan looked completely bewildered.

"Having seen this scene, have you gained any new insights into your path?"

"road……"

Ye Yuchan murmured a few words softly, then rested her chin on her snow-white palm, her eyes unconsciously tinged with a hint of complexity: "I'm not quite sure either. I used to think that nothing in the world could compare to money. This thing can even manipulate the warmth and coldness of human relationships, although most of the time it's quite fake."

"You old rogue, you're saying that the Ten Thousand Demon Palace... and these sixteen peaks are actually unique, right?"

Yunping nodded noncommittally: "I guess so, undeniably."

Ye Yuchan sighed: "I always feel a strange sense of loss after seeing something so unique disappear."

The old rogue laughed: "What, you don't mean you're planning to sell the ruins of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace and the Sixteen Peaks for money, do you?"

"You know what, I actually have a tiny bit of an idea." Ye Yuchan chuckled, bringing her index finger and thumb close together, leaving a small gap, to demonstrate her little idea. Then she looked at Yun Ping with utmost seriousness: "You old rogue..."

"What's wrong?"

Yunping smiled and took a sip of tea, teasingly saying, "If you want to serve me in bed, just say so. The heat in my body (referring to the aftereffects of killing the Buddha) will take several days to subside."

"Go away, go away~"

Ye Yuchan blushed, glared at the old rogue, and said irritably, "We're being serious."

"Alright~" Yunping chuckled, "Then tell me, what's up?"

"What do you think..."

Ye Yuchan's tone suddenly became serious, and even she herself didn't know why she was suddenly so serious.

Perhaps it was because they witnessed the fleeting changes between the rise and fall of the Immortal Capital and the Demon Dynasty that they developed an unprecedented doubt about so-called valuable things.

She asked:

"Am I also unique in terms of value?"

Yun Ping paused for a moment in response to Ye Yuchan's question.

He didn't reply directly, but put down his teacup, glanced at the serious-looking silver-haired girl, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

The sky was even bluer than before, and the beautiful, warm light wrapped around the Cloud Sky Academy like silk. Dappled light also filtered through the gaps in the green leaves of the Seven Dream Trees, falling precisely onto the stone table and onto the calm surface of the teacup.

"Although I would love to say something like, 'Everyone's value is unique'—that's not actually the case."

"Just as the value of an mediocre person is negligible, the value of a successful person is particularly significant. There are differences between people, or rather, there are differences between different kinds of things, even between living and inanimate objects. You can't just pull out an ordinary person and compare their value to that of an artifact left over from tens of thousands of years ago, can you?"

"In a way, you are the tool for Ye Xuanqiu's resurrection. If you really want to talk about it, perhaps that is your value."

Yunping's words pierced Ye Yuchan's heart like needles. Her face grew paler and paler, and she bit her lower lip, her expression incredibly complicated.

Seeing this, the old rogue remained calm and casually gestured to his side.

The next second, the old rogue held a rough-shaped stone in his hand.

He casually twirled the stone twice, shaping it into a completely new cube, and then said to Ye Yuchan, "I'm telling you now, this stone can fetch an astronomical price, enough to buy a third of the Lantian Empire's territory. Do you believe me?"

Ye Yuchan's eyelids twitched twice: "Because this thing is square?"

"No." Yunping rolled his eyes at the silly girl: "Because I made this stone."

Ye Yuchan: "...Are you showing off?"

Absolutely.

After fiddling around for so long, suddenly saying this—if you're not trying to show off, what are you doing?

The old rogue shrugged helplessly and laughed, "You can think of it that way too—just a few seconds ago this stone was just a piece of junk that you could find anywhere, but now it's different. This thing can ward off evil spirits if you carry it with you, and it can even save your life in a critical moment—judging from the state of this stone, it can definitely block a full-force attack from a Void Realm cultivator."

Ye Yuchan was shocked: "Is it really that mysterious?"

Yunping smiled: "Because I sculpted it."

……

He was just showing off, as expected.

Ye Yuchan muttered to herself, suppressing the urge to complain.

"Although you may be just a tool in essence, just like this stone."

Yunping looked at Ye Yuchan with a smile, his eyes suddenly becoming exceptionally deep, like the unfathomable depths of the sea.

"But don't forget, you were also created by me."

hum~

The strings of my heart trembled slightly.

She looked up in surprise at Yunping, who was looking extremely serious, and made sure he wasn't joking again.

Ye Yuchan suddenly felt exceptionally at ease.

Furthermore, there was a subtle feeling within him that he wanted to stir up the power of heaven and earth to prove his own greatness.

This feeling became more and more obvious and clearer... She even believed that she would soon be able to transcend to sainthood and trigger the heavenly tribulation.

Perhaps she had long known that the money path she cultivated was merely a manifestation of value, but she had been denying her own value until now, after Yunping said these words, she finally understood.

She wasn't just a tool; she was a tool manipulated by Yunping!

It may sound strange, but that's the truth.

Sky--

A faint thundercloud was spreading out.

Ye Yuchan's premonition grew stronger and stronger; she even thought that she was about to begin her ascension to sainthood in the next second.

however.

boom!

The door was suddenly pushed open.

"Huh...huh..."

The panting black-haired youth interrupted the accumulation of thunderclouds in the sky.

Fang Yan, covered in sweat, looked at Yun Ping and Ye Yuchan in the courtyard. A hint of relief flashed across his face, then he swallowed hard and hurriedly said:

"senior……"

"Something terrible has happened."

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Dear readers...

I have some news for you that I don't know if it's good or bad—

We're about to enter the final chapter.

So, did anyone actually guess Ye Xuanqiu's purpose...? Actually, it was quite pure.

64. The final moment that is about to arrive

Ye Yuchan was not upset that Fang Yan had interrupted her ascension to sainthood. At this moment, she was more concerned about Gu Xingzhuo's whereabouts.

Gu Xingzhuo's disappearance sounds more like a ghost story. The person who suddenly disappeared left behind a huge "run" character before leaving. If this were in any other context, it would definitely be regarded as an urban legend.

But Ye Yuchan knew this wasn't a ghost story.