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

Lin Yuan, a girl who was only fourteen years old, was wearing a red cheongsam-style close-fitting long dress at this moment, and her side ponytail was swaying back and forth like a little tail.

Her bright, intelligent eyes peered curiously at the master and disciple who seemed to be wrestling in the backyard square, somewhat unable to understand the current situation.

"Um, teacher... why is it that when you're sitting on Sixth Junior Sister, she looks like she's in a lot of pain?"

"What kind of misunderstanding is that? Didn't I tell you that children shouldn't peek at my erotic pictures?!"

Yun Ping, sitting on Ye Yuchan's back, turned his face and looked at Lin Yuan seriously.

"Erotic paintings? What are those? Are they some kind of magical paintings? Like the Mona Lisa that the teacher painted last time?"

"No, erotic pictures are demonic paintings that children absolutely must not see. If any underage child under the age of eighteen sees them, their eyes will be destroyed by a magical force. Not only will they go blind, but they will also suffer irreparable psychological trauma!"

"Is it...is it that scary?!" Lin Yuan covered her mouth in surprise. "Then why did you keep that demonic painting instead of burning it, Teacher?"

"Because the teacher is an adult—"

Just as Lin Yuan nodded thoughtfully, Ye Yuchan, who was being ridden by Yun Ping, lifted her flushed face and gasped for breath.

"Although I think... what you said makes sense... but could you please finish already? Or just let's just... I really can't take it anymore."

"Oh, sorry, sorry, I almost forgot."

After saying that, Yunping continued to insert his penis into the incredibly soft parts of Ye Yuchan's body.

—A supplementary correction.

To avoid any unnecessary misunderstanding, it was clear that Yunping had chosen not a part of his body, but an extremely thin, silver needle.

These silver needles are about three centimeters long, and if one were to use an adjective to describe Ye Yuchan's painting at this moment, then—hedgehog—would probably be the best choice.

Because her body was covered with silver needles, some of which even pierced through Ye Yuchan's limbs, anyone who saw it would feel the sharp pain as if they were experiencing it themselves.

If you were to count carefully, you would find that there are a total of ninety-seven silver needles inserted into Ye Yuchan's body at this moment, and the spacing between each needle is exactly the same. It is hard to imagine how Yunping could insert them into the corresponding positions so precisely.

Now, Yunping is slowly inserting the ninety-eighth silver needle into Ye Yuchan's body.

"Hey, how much longer? Seriously, I feel like all the meridians in my body are burning, like I'm about to melt..."

"Shh, don't talk yet, don't disturb my concentration. If I accidentally stick these needles in the wrong places, that would be a real problem."

"What...what will happen..."

Ye Yuchan, covered in sweat, gritted her teeth and endured the pain in her body as she asked.

Yunping paused slightly in his movements.

"It's probably just a matter of the body exploding, the soul scattering, blood flowing from every pore, and the internal organs getting tangled up. Don't worry, it's not that serious."

"This is seriously serious!!"

"Then why don't you shut up?"

Ye Yuchan immediately became well-behaved.

If conditions allowed, Yunping would not want Ye Yuchan to suffer so much, but this was a prerequisite for practicing the "Thousand Blades" technique.

It's similar to the concept in the "Sunflower Manual" where one must castrate oneself before practicing the divine skill.

Qianren's cultivation method requires using silver needles to unblock ninety-nine acupoints throughout the cultivator's body. Only in this way can Qianren's sharp spiritual energy be allowed to flow freely within the meridians.

If one were to practice the "Thousand Blades" technique without first clearing the blockages, the consequence would be that one's body would feel as if it were being pierced by countless needles every moment, with a pain level that would definitely be five stars.

No matter what, "Thousand Blades" is a third-tier Heaven-grade cultivation technique. If it weren't difficult, it wouldn't deserve the word "Heaven".

Fortunately, although Ye Yuchan's orifices are a bit tight, her natural talent is quite good. After absorbing the cold energy left by the Xuan Yin spiritual root, her Qingyu spiritual root has also taken on some characteristics of a mutated spiritual root. If this trend continues, there will probably be a big surprise when Ye Yuchan condenses her spiritual platform.

"Okay~ That's it! What do you think? Isn't it a perfect work of art?"

After inserting the final ninety-ninth silver needle into Ye Yuchan's heart, Yun Ping straightened up, clapped his hands, and looked at Ye Yuchan, whose body was covered with needles, with considerable satisfaction.

—She really does look a bit like a hedgehog now.

"It's not exactly beautiful, but it's alright, I guess!"

"You actually commented seriously, Yuan'er, your heart is too black..."

"Huh? No...didn't the teacher ask me how I did?"

"Then at least show some concern for your junior sister. Look at her face, oh my god, her features are almost all twisted together. Hey, Yuan'er, is that her nose or her mouth?"

"Teacher, please stop talking..." Lin Yuan tugged at Yun Ping's sleeve and pointed at Ye Yuchan: "Look at Junior Sister Yuchan's expression. She'll definitely come after you once she finishes her cultivation."

"It's nothing~" Yunping waved his hand, acting as if nothing had happened, and said, "It will take her a full three hours to finish her cultivation. We can use this time to show you something good."

"A performance? Is it a piece of music?" Lin Yuanxing's eyes flashed, and an expectant look appeared on her pretty face.

Before Yunping could even nod in agreement, the little girl pulled out a red sandalwood zither and placed it in front of her.

Yunping looked at the guqin. He had given it to the little girl Lin Yuan as a gift on her first day at the academy. Lin Yuan had been using it ever since, and judging from its appearance, she must have been taking good care of it every day.

"This silly girl..."

Yunping gave a wry smile, took the guqin from Lin Yuan, sat cross-legged on the ground, and pressed his fair and delicate fingers on the strings. His thoughts suddenly flashed through his mind.

—Those were two figures standing on the edge of the desert. The sky was gray, the wind was cold and fierce, and endless blackness rolled in like dark clouds pressing down. A murderous intent rushed in from afar.

The two of them stood on the city wall, their disdainful gazes fixed on the distance. An indescribable arrogance and haughtiness, like that of gods descending to earth, appeared on their youthful faces.

They stood there, welcoming the arrival of the army.

Later, people only knew that Emperor Wen and his close friend had killed hundreds of thousands of demons in the Great Wilderness Valley, but no one knew the true name and identity of that close friend.

But Yunping knew—

That was the creator of the "Thousand-Ren" technique, a powerful figure at the peak of the Void Transformation stage, a man only one step away from becoming a Saint.

He was one of the friends he met, but sadly, he died.

On that day, Emperor Wen played the tune "The North Wind Howls" in the desolate valley of the Great Wilderness to support his friend, and the instrument he used was the very same ancient zither that Yunping was holding.

It was plain and unremarkable, lacking any spiritual energy, and not a magical artifact; it was just an ordinary guqin.

Memories of the past lingered in Yun Ping's mind. He smiled faintly, gazing at Ye Yuchan, who was working on "Thousand Blades," and lightly strummed his fingers.

The piece he played was none other than "The North Wind's Howl," the very piece Emperor Wen had played for his close friend.

But things are different now. The last time, he played for his best friend.

This time, he played the zither for his close friend's successor.

"You'll have to thank me properly underground, you old fool."

34. You can show off just by playing a tune?

The music was melodious and the atmosphere was evocative.

A magnificent scene of galloping across the vast desert suddenly appeared before Ye Yuchan's eyes.

For her, who was currently practicing the "Thousand Blades" technique, everything outside should be isolated from her body. Neither her hearing nor her touch should be affected by anything from the outside world.

She could also feel that the more she circulated the "Thousand Blades" technique, the more the ninety-nine silver needles inserted into her body ached, accompanied by an indescribable burning sensation that heated her meridians.

When this burning sensation intensifies, as if it's about to burn your body to ashes, it's a sign that you're about to break through the first level of the "Thousand Blades" technique!

The moment of breakthrough in cultivation is the most crucial period for every cultivator. If even the slightest mistake is made, the consequences can range from severe injury to serious illness, such as demonic possession, the development of inner demons, death from depression, or even madness. There are countless examples of such cases.

But Yunping, that old bastard, was actually playing the piano next to her?

Excuse me?

Anyone with a modicum of common sense knows that cultivators cannot be disturbed in the slightest during the process of breaking through their cultivation techniques. Moreover, the music that Yun Ping was playing at this moment was so stirring and passionate that the layers of surging notes ignited Ye Yuchan's heart like flames.

This is no longer about the extent of the impact. Although Ye Yuchan greatly admired Yunping's ability to play a piece of music at such a high level, that's not the key issue now!

Do you want me to go berserk and die like this?!

Ye Yuchan really wanted to smash Yun Ping's third leg with a stick right now; this damn bastard simply didn't care about her life.

"Damn it... that old scoundrel..."

Ye Yuchan, her mind trembling slightly, immediately held her breath and began to try to focus all her attention on circulating the "Thousand Blades" technique.

however--

The image of two men facing off against an army of 100,000 on the desolate frontier still lingers in my mind.

She felt as if she were in that desperate situation, staring at the two tall figures behind her, speechless for a moment.

At this moment, she seemed to have slowly merged into the artistic conception of "The North Wind Howls," intoxicated by the magnificent and stirring sonata and the thunderous piano music.

What she didn't notice was that the "Thousand Blades" within her body, which should have stopped functioning, began to circulate through all the meridians of her body on its own, and the powerful spiritual energy was burning at an extremely rapid speed, almost frantically.

This speed is even faster than when she can control it on her own!

Yunping smiled and looked at Ye Yuchan. His hands showed no sign of stopping. The reason he was playing "The North Wind Howls" was not to influence Ye Yuchan.

There is no teacher in the world who would want their disciple to die.

—Except for those heartless scumbags from Tianbei Valley.

He played "The North Wind Howls" to better facilitate Ye Yuchan's circulation and absorption of the first level of the "Thousand Blades" technique. After all, "Thousand Blades" was the only legacy left by his dear friend and the only memento of his life with Emperor Wen.

That close friend once said that whenever he heard Emperor Wen's "The North Wind Howls," he would have a strange feeling. He incorporated this strange feeling into "Thousand Blades." Otherwise, "Thousand Blades" would only be a high-grade ninth-level work, instead of a heavenly grade third-level work.

Gradually, the music subsided, and blood flowed like a river on the desolate desert. The two men, one holding a sword and the other playing a zither, still stood on the city wall, looking down at the earth.

—The music ends.

Yunping smiled and placed his hands on the strings, watching Ye Yuchan gradually recover from her state of enlightenment, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He clearly saw that the Azure Jade Spiritual Root in Ye Yuchan's body had gained a touch of brilliant fiery red. This was a good sign, indicating that the Azure Jade Spiritual Root had undergone some changes. When Ye Yuchan condensed her Spiritual Platform, the changed Spiritual Platform would definitely appear.

Moreover, this breakthrough in cultivation technique also helped Ye Yuchan advance from the Nascent Soul stage after abandoning her cultivation technique to the Spirit Palace stage. Although there is still a large gap between her and the original Profound Gate stage, it seems that the gap is not that big now.

After all, a third-grade Heavenly Rank is many times stronger than a sixth-grade Upper Rank.

On the other side, after listening to Yunping finish playing a piece, Xiaolin Yuan also came back to her senses, and countless points of light immediately flashed in her starry eyes.

"Teacher, teacher! You are so amazing! This piece seems to be Emperor Wen's 'The North Wind Howls'! Yuan'er has also played this piece, but the string notes and spiritual pressure are really too difficult... I can't even finish playing it."

"That's because Emperor Wen's music was all inspired by his feelings. Sometimes he himself didn't even know what he was playing. He just played according to his feelings, so the combination of the strings was often quite messy."

"But the teacher plays so well! Teacher, teacher, tell Yuan'er, why can you play so well?"

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