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

This is a magical artifact, a magical artifact issued by the Thunder Feather Sect to its elite disciples!

Although it is just an ordinary item, an ordinary magic weapon is still a magic weapon. For someone with the cultivation level of the Xuanmen stage to want to shatter a magic weapon with one blow is simply a pipe dream.

That silver-haired girl did it.

An incredibly casual, nonchalant palm strike.

The sunlight gradually brightened.

The scorching sun slowly rose, reaching its zenith along with the fear in their hearts.

The silver-haired girl stood in the sunlight, her back to the blazing sun. The dazzling light shone from her body onto the ground, making her face appear particularly gloomy. Her dark eyes were as cold as a bloodthirsty monster in the night.

--who is she?

This is a question on everyone's mind, but no one dares to ask it aloud.

Ye Yuchan stood there, motionless, staring at her palm, a hint of astonishment and doubt showing between her brows.

In fact, not to mention the three members of Lei Yuzong, even Ye Yuchan herself could hardly believe what was happening before her eyes.

In Tianbei Valley, she was merely a disciple with relatively good spiritual roots. Although she received a lot of resources for cultivation, she lacked comprehension and could only look on in awe at most martial arts techniques. Ultimately, her status within the sect was at best that of a decorative vase.

She participated in the struggle between Tianbei Valley and Leiyu Sect, but as mentioned before, she was just a lazy disciple who was only responsible for cheering from the sidelines. She was not as good as Liang Shi or the other disciples, and could only watch silently from the sidelines.

She glanced sideways at the young man from Lei Yuzong's forearm, a blurry, crimson mess of blood and flesh. It was hard to believe that she was the one who had created such a scene.

Thinking about it this way, everything seems unreal.

Lesser Heavenly Thunder Body, Black Flame Arrow, Bow-shaped Magic Weapon, Dark Heart, Thousand Blades...

Without realizing it, I seem to have acquired some things I never imagined.

A sudden, intense unease appeared on her face, and her delicate body froze in place, as if possessed.

—Are these things your own?

—Are these powers, these magical artifacts, these cultivation techniques truly yours?

No, that's not the problem...

To possess these enviable things, to possess these things that inspire jealousy, to possess these things that easily attract misfortune...

Will I be targeted again, plotted against, murdered, or poisoned?

She had already suffered once before, possessing the Xuan Yin spiritual root but being murdered by her fellow disciple and best friend in the desolate and deserted Thousand Ghost Forest.

She didn't want to endure that kind of pain a second time, so she preferred to give up these things altogether.

Yes—it's good to be a mortal; that way, you won't be afraid anymore.

—Black gas slowly rose from Ye Yuchan's skin.

An aura of despair once again enveloped the silver-haired girl's fair face. She suddenly turned deathly pale, her hands and feet became icy cold, and the focus in the center of her eyes gradually blurred, as if she had become a mindless walking corpse.

The invisible black mist burst forth from Ye Yuchan's skin, swirled around for a few minutes, and then began to hover and rotate around Ye Yuchan's heart, seemingly gathering power to rush into her heart.

until this moment-

"I advise you not to do that if you want to live."

The young man patted Ye Yuchan's head.

Dressed in white, with an icy expression.

His words were like a command, and the chill in his tone made people unconsciously feel that disobeying would mean death.

As soon as he spoke, the black mist slowed down its rotation, as if it was hesitating. But a few seconds later, it gave up its attack on Ye Yuchan's heart and slowly dissipated into the air.

Ye Yuchan's dejected posture gradually disappeared as the black aura vanished, replaced by a look of surprise, as if waking from a dream.

She glanced at Yun Ping, then at the disheveled young man from Lei Yu Sect, and blinked curiously.

"What, what happened?"

"It's nothing. I saw you were almost asleep, so I came to wake you up."

"Asleep?" Ye Yuchan immediately slapped her hand off her forehead and glared at Yun Ping, annoyed. "Why don't you just say I was sleepwalking?"

"You know what, you almost sleepwalked just now."

"What?"

Yunping waved his hand, choosing not to explain to Ye Yuchan.

Explaining this matter would be too troublesome, and it wouldn't be a good thing for Ye Yuchan to know that there was something extraordinary living inside her body. If possible, Yunping hoped to resolve this trouble without anyone noticing.

He then coughed twice, turned to the three Lei Yuzong members who were standing there dumbfounded, a faint smile on his gentle and handsome face, and spoke in a rather polite tone.

"Hey everyone from the Thunder Feather Sect, now you should know our leader's attitude, right?"

"You...!" The young man, clutching his wound and gritting his teeth, stood up from the ground. Ignoring the mud covering his body, he pointed at Ye Yuchan and Yun Ping, his face full of resentment. "Who exactly are you people?! Are you from Tianbei Valley?"

"No, no, no, a trashy place like Tianbei Valley couldn't produce someone as brave and dashing as my eldest sister. As for who we really are..."

Yunping thought for a moment, then grinned.

"We're from the Young Pioneers Club, and my eldest sister is our captain, the four-stripe captain. You know what I mean?"

Ye Yuchan stumbled and almost fell flat on her face.

You call yourself a Young Pioneers Club? Why don't you just say you're a Lei Feng club that does good deeds anonymously and only writes diaries?

The disciples of Lei Yu Sect were also puzzled, racking their brains but finding no sect that was related to this word.

"I've never heard of any Young Pioneers Club... Are you perhaps a sect from Maple Leaf City?!"

"Tsk, you wouldn't understand even if I told you." Yun Ping glanced at him impatiently. "Anyway, our Young Pioneers Club will handle this matter. If you, Lei Yuzong, have any objections, feel free to come to our captain."

"Oh, right."

As if he had thought of a key issue, Yunping added with a smile.

“If she’s not here, Lei Yuzong, if you want to get an explanation, you can go to the three-stripe girl. She’s our brigade secretary, surnamed Jiang, and she’s a great beauty.”

51. Zhang Ruoxue

Shortly after, Lei Yuzong and his two companions, dragging their disheveled bodies, left the gray mist forest and disappeared from the sight of Yun Ping and the others.

Of course, harsh words were inevitable. After all, the Thunder Feather Sect had never been afraid of any other sect except for the Heavenly North Valley. They were used to walking sideways, so they naturally couldn't stand encountering a few troublemakers.

So he left behind a bunch of harsh words like "Just you wait!" and "You dare to anger my Lei Yu Sect? You're asking for death!" and then slunk away.

If he weren't in a world of cultivation, Yunping would have thought this was a brawl between gangsters, and that he'd have to call his XX gang leader back to settle scores later.

Seeing that the troublesome person had finally left, the silver-haired girl, whose heart had been pounding with tension, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

If I hadn't reacted in time with that final strike, triggering and detonating my own Thousand Blade Spiritual Yuan Power within that Lei Yu Sect disciple, the outcome of that battle would have been uncertain.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but glare reproachfully at the nonchalant, smiling young man.

Why are you looking at me like that? Have you fallen in love with me?

"Love you my ass!"

Ye Yuchan swung her fist at Yun Ping's head, but the latter easily dodged it. He put his hands on his hips and said righteously, "Do you know how dangerous that was? If it weren't for my quick thinking, I would be helping the King of Hell count his ghost money right now!"

Upon hearing this, Yunping quickly waved his hand, "Don't worry, that's not true. The King of Hell has his own money-counting machine, you don't need to count it."

"Who told you to worry about such trivial matters! You should be more worried about the safety of your adorable little disciple!"

"Safety? You mean when I was teaching you about the Dark Heart earlier?" Yun Ping tilted his head and pointed to Ye Yuchan's right hand. "You're perfectly fine, aren't you? Where was the danger?"

"Who told you I was alright? I just caught a blade bare-handed! Do you think a girl's delicate hand would be completely unharmed when it collided with a sharp magical weapon, especially against a peak Xuanmen cultivator..."

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't finish them because of the shocking truth.

Ye Yuchan stared in astonishment at the unharmed, fair hand. The palm lines were clearly visible, and the girl's delicate, pink hand was only a pale, peach-blossom-like color, without any bloodstains or wounds.

No—it shouldn't be like this.

At that moment, when Ye Yuchan's palm collided with the sword's edge, she clearly felt a sharp pain in her palm and the space between her thumb and forefinger. It was a pain as if her blood vessels were being torn apart. Even now, Ye Yuchan still feels lingering fear of that pain.

However, the reality before us is that she was completely unharmed.

Not to mention her palms, even the delicate web of her thumb and forefinger showed no signs of being cracked; her hands remained brand new and perfectly intact.

Seeing Ye Yuchan's slightly open mouth and stunned expression, Yun Ping gave a mysterious, faint smile.

Just as Ye Yuchan said, Yunping wouldn't be willing to let her really take such a big risk. If Ye Yuchan hadn't reacted in time to that sword strike, or if she had been a step too late, she would probably have been cut in two by the sword. At that time, even a god couldn't save her.

Therefore, Yunping used some special means to temporarily protect Ye Yuchan's body from harm, but as for pain, in order to let the little girl experience real combat, he did not choose to isolate Ye Yuchan's pain perception.

He needs to help Ye Yuchan grow, not let her slowly become a useless ornament under his protection.

"Alright, stop staring at your palms—" Yunping clapped his hands, bringing Ye Yuchan back to her senses from her thoughts. He then pointed to Zhang Ruoxue, whom he had previously placed under a withered old tree, and said, "So, what do you think we should do with this girl? Eat her raw or braise her?"

"I'd rather steam her!" Ye Yuchan rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the top of her head. She crossed her arms, puffed out her cheeks, and turned her head away with a dissatisfied expression, muttering under her breath, "I don't care, you brought this girl here yourself, you deal with her yourself."

"Me? My words..."

Yunping stared at the motionless Zhang Ruoxue, a lewd smile slowly creeping onto his face. He reached up and touched his chin.

"I still prefer barbecue, and it would be even better with cumin."

"...Can you be serious for once?"

"Alright, let's be serious then, but I have to let her go first."

As Yunping spoke, he walked to Zhang Ruoxue's side, who was unable to move. Because he had previously given Zhang Ruoxue the instruction to stay put, even though he was right next to her, she remained motionless.

He casually cast a spell, which entered Zhang Ruoxue's body. The fierce female disciple from the Thunder Feather Sect suddenly trembled, and her puppet-like stiffness vanished, replaced by a sudden surge of anger on her pretty face.

boom!

An angry iron fist slammed directly into Yun Ping's face. The impact of the Xuanmen stage cultivator's full-force attack sent Yun Ping flying, crashing through two trees before finally coming to a stop.

"Holy crap..."

Ye Yuchan stared blankly at Yun Ping, who was sprawled on the ground, a strange feeling rising in her heart.

—That old bastard finally got his comeuppance!

However, she didn't care about Yunping's safety. He could withstand a slap from Jiang Yuetian, who was at the peak of the Transformation Realm, without any serious injury. This punch from a mere Profound Gate Realm cultivator would probably be lighter than a tickle.

She cared about Zhang Ruoxue, the female disciple from the Lei Yu Sect. (Qianxun Novel Free Transfer Group 255595300)