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

The world stood still.

A deathly silence.

The air seemed to freeze, and everyone could hardly breathe. They could only stare helplessly and fearfully at Gong Xinchen, who was trembling and should have been arrogant and dignified.

She... is she a royal noblewoman?

Are you a teacher at the Three-Day Academy?

At this moment, it seemed as if Yunping was the king, as if he were the one from the Three Days Academy.

But he wasn't—

"Is cultivating immortality about defying the heavens and practicing individual heroism? As long as you can break through your cultivation level, you can disregard even a human life?"

He grabbed Gong Xinchen's head again and slammed it down hard.

boom!

"It's just a human life? Do you know that you yourself are nothing more than a human life!"

boom!

The ground was cracked, as if it had been torn apart.

"Killing for treasure? It's perfectly justified? Do you really think you're the protagonist of the world, that the so-called 'commoner is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime' justification for you to commit murder?"

boom!

The earth shook, and the mountain peaks on both sides of Tianbei Valley trembled.

"I'll tell you right now what the law of the jungle is, and I'll tell you what good and evil are!"

boom!

The next moment, Gong Xinchen's spiritual energy surged dramatically during the Transcendent Stage, and his body turned a bright crimson.

Her eyes flashed with boundless killing intent. She could no longer endure this humiliation. She would use all her strength to tear this ignorant brat to pieces!

The wind howled, the sky roared, and the layer of crimson blood made Gong Xinchen look like a demon god, his bloodthirsty fangs revealed with a terrifying smile.

"I kill you!!"

"Shut your mouth! Did I tell you to speak?!"

Faced with the enraged Gong Xinchen, Yun Ping suddenly exerted force with his right hand, shattering the spiritual energy within her body.

Her head slammed into the ground again, and in the blink of an eye, the world spun around her.

Gong Xinchen felt as if a hand, like the Grim Reaper, was pressing down on his head and never moved away.

……

Silence, endless silence.

No one spoke, including the old man from Tianbei Valley, Liang Shi, and a group of people who wanted to see a good show.

No—they dare not speak.

Looking at the man on the stage who remained calm and composed, neither angry nor sad, with eyes like still water, they dared not speak.

In those cold, black eyes, no matter their cultivation level or background, they didn't even have the courage to speak.

Yunping knelt beside Gong Xinchen, who was covered in blood, battered and bruised, and whose spiritual energy was depleted, practically on the verge of death.

"Do you know that in our area, someone like you would be sentenced to death?"

“But you are not from my place, so I will not kill you. However, I will accept your spiritual root on behalf of my Yu Chan.”

puff-

The sound of something entering flesh.

Yunping pulled out the spiritual root from Gong Xinchen's lower abdomen, and as expected, it was the same as Ye Yuchan's, a Xuan Yin spiritual root.

It seems that only those with the same spiritual root can be absorbed—Yun Ping took a brief look and found that the compatibility between this spiritual root and Ye Yuchan was not high.

This shows that Ye Yuchan's spiritual root has indeed been consumed by her.

After doing all this, Yunping placed his hand on Gong Xinchen's head, and his spiritual energy gathered into a sharp stream of air that pierced through the top of her head.

Unfortunately, no one could see what was happening inside Gong Xinchen's body; otherwise, they would have been terrified by Yun Ping's methods.

Because he severed all the meridians in Gong Xinchen's body.

In this way, even if she finds a suitable spiritual root again, she will absolutely be unable to cultivate again.

She's finished.

"You...how dare you..."

Realizing he had been crippled, Gong Xinchen raised his head slightly, his eyes blazing with boundless fury as he glared at the young man.

"I'm from...Three-Day Academy...Three-Day Academy...wouldn't—"

"You won't let me go, will you?"

"Since that's the case, I might as well tell you a fact—"

Yunping picked up where Gong Xinchen left off, leaned down, and whispered something in her ear.

After speaking, he stood up, gave a meaningful look to the stunned Elder Tianbei Valley and Liang Shi, and then slowly disappeared from everyone's sight.

Strangely, Gong Xinchen actually laughed after Yun Ping left.

It wasn't a genuine laugh, but a trembling laugh, or rather, a laugh born of disbelief and fear that overwhelmed the mind, leaving only the belief in a certain fact.

No one knows what Yunping said to Gong Xinchen in the end.

Perhaps only she knows, but she would never tell—

"The Three-Day Academy... is one I founded."

18. Gifts

Siheyuan.

A desolate, uninhabited mountain, completely isolated from Jinglin City, became the site of a courtyard house after some human development.

The so-called development was really just removing the weeds and adding some green belts to the barren wasteland.

So—as expected, the grandeur of this courtyard house is far inferior to that of Tianbei Valley.

How about we build the entire Sky City another day?

Moonlight spilled at his feet, and before he knew it, it was already late at night when Yunping returned to the courtyard.

The original plan to secretly infiltrate Tianbei Valley before taking action was disrupted, which also led to Yunping returning to the courtyard house ahead of schedule.

The courtyard was quiet, with no one moving around. It made sense, as Yunping had always told his disciples the truth that going to bed early and getting up early was good for their health. At this time of day, they were probably all asleep.

In order not to wake his sleeping disciples, Yunping deliberately concealed his footsteps and breath, and slowly walked towards the small wooden house where Ye Yuchan had previously hidden.

—I wonder if that girl has calmed down or fallen asleep.

Recalling the joke he had unintentionally made that morning, Yunping was suddenly troubled again and couldn't help but take out the spiritual root he had dug out from Gong Xinchen's body.

Looking at the crystal-clear spiritual root in front of him, which exuded a cold aura, Yun Ping scratched his head.

—Is it okay to use this as an apology?

You should know that he did this in public, even though no one should have recognized him.

But this was the first time in nearly ten years that he had truly taken action, all for Ye Yuchan. Hopefully, this girl would understand his intentions.

"call--"

Yunping turned the corner and let out a long sigh.

"Huh? Teacher?"

Just as I turned the corner, a vibrant and delicate red came into view.

Lin Yuan sat on the steps in front of the cabin, holding the sheet music Yun Ping had left her, kicking her toes and looking at him with surprise.

"Teacher, why are you back so soon?!"

"Yes, I went to take care of some matters, but I finished them quickly and have returned."

"Oh!" Lin Yuan looked at Yun Ping, who was slowly walking towards her, her eyes curving into crescent moons. She held the sheet music in her hand in front of Yun Ping. "Teacher, teacher, I've studied all the sheet music you gave me thoroughly. I can even play one of the pieces!"

"You can play it already? So fast?"

"Mmm! That piece of music is really nice, but it seems a bit difficult..."

"Oh? Which one? Green Porcelain or..."

"That song is called 'Original Aspiration'!"

……

Yunping's hand holding the sheet music trembled slightly. He blinked and quickly flipped through it.

Sure enough, they found a rather inconspicuous little sheet music among them.

Yunping wanted to slap himself on the forehead—why did he accidentally take out this sheet music!

Seeing Lin Yuan's bright, sparkling eyes, Yun Ping sighed, reached out, and patted the little one's head.

"Yuan'er is indeed Yuan'er; you've even learned Emperor Wen's original intentions..."

"Huh?" Lin Yuan's mouth gaped open, and she covered her mouth in surprise. "Teacher, this piece was written by Emperor Wen?"

"Yes, Emperor Wen used to enjoy composing music when he was playing with poetry. This piece was written by Emperor Wen when he returned to the Desolate Heaven Domain from the Extreme Heaven Domain."

"No wonder there's such a strong sense of longing inside... But how did you know all this, teacher? And how did you even have Emperor Wen's score..."

"I got it from an acquaintance at the Three-Day Academy."

Yun Ping smiled faintly, gently stroked Lin Yuan's head, and casually flicked her cute side ponytail.

Upon hearing about the Three-Day Academy, the little girl's expression became even more interesting.

"Three Days Academy! So the teacher knows people from Three Days Academy. No wonder he has Emperor Wen's score!"

"Ah, teacher, since you know people at the Three-Day Academy, you should be able to borrow Emperor Wen's poems and songs, right?"