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

That cloud of black mist...

One of the twenty-one ultimate powers, its physical strength is comparable to the ultimate power of a saint or even a half-step immortal.

Revered by the world as the ultimate form of pure despair—the terror from the abyss.

Abyss of Fear and Ice—that's the name of that black mist.

Yunping took a sip of wine and let out a long sigh.

He did have a way to suppress the Abyss Frost's devouring progress, but that was only a last resort. It was impossible to completely pull the Abyss Frost out of Ye Yuchan's body; it was a method that only treated the symptoms, not the root cause.

Forcibly pulling or dragging would only tear Ye Yuchan's soul to shreds, and Yunping would not do that.

He was quite satisfied with his disciple Ye Yuchan, and she was also from his hometown on Earth.

He didn't want Ye Yuchan to die, and he didn't want her to be swallowed by the abyss's terrifying ice.

This can't go on. Although my presence can intimidate Abyss Frost, I don't know if that old cunning bastard will secretly make a move against Ye Yuchan without my knowledge.

—Looks like I still have to make a trip to the Celestial Realm…

Recalling his old friends from the Three Days Academy, Yunping shook his head with a wry smile.

I wonder if they're doing well...

While pondering, Yunping reached for the bowl of peanuts next to him, but unexpectedly touched something soft.

He turned to the side, looking at the beautiful woman in a cheongsam, her legs crossed, with a hint of purplish-black skin peeking out from the top of her thighs. His expression remained unchanged as he continued to pinch a peanut and stuff it into his mouth.

"You've lost everything?"

"Hmm." Jiang Yuetian nodded stiffly with a straight face.

"Not a single penny of the million left?" Yun Ping tilted his head and asked.

"I had twenty left, but I spent it on the way back."

"The philanthropic gambling king truly lives up to his reputation."

After saying this, Yunping fell silent.

Jiang Yuetian was speechless for a moment after being choked by Yun Ping's words. After a long and awkward silence, he turned his gaze to the house where Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue were, and quickly glanced at it.

"A guest has arrived?" He had clearly noticed Zhang Ruoxue's presence.

"Hmm, she might be your future seventh junior sister."

"Seventh Junior Sister? Teacher, you seem to be taking on more disciples quite quickly lately."

"I'm just relatively free. You know, I like to stir things up when I'm free."

After Yunping finished speaking, he gave Jiang Yue a wink, and the latter immediately understood and picked up the wine pot, filling the wine cup next to Yunping with the **wine**.

Yunping downed the wine in one gulp, exhaling a mouthful of alcohol with gusto, and pushed the glass back towards Jiang Yuetian. "Speaking of which, I happen to have something for you."

"what?"

"Here, take this. If you want to gamble in the future, just use this to play. I added some magic to these little gadgets, and they will automatically choose the appropriate scheme."

Jiang Yuetian took a small, exquisitely crafted box from Yun Ping. Judging from its size, it was only about the size of a palm.

Curious, he opened the box and found a neatly stacked pile of small rectangular pieces of paper inside. The words "Yuntian Academy" were engraved on the back of the paper, and there were complex and intertwined spells running on them.

Jiang Yuetian stared at the stack of small pieces of paper in his hand, completely baffled.

"Teacher, what is this...?"

"It's for you to play with. Look at the bottom of the box yourself; the rules are written there."

Jiang Yuetian blinked blankly, glanced at the bottom of the box, and sure enough, there were more than a dozen lines of small characters written inside.

At the very top of the smaller characters are several large, brightly colored characters that gleam in gold.

[Rules for playing Dou Dizhu]

54. Zhong Tianying felt a little wronged.

Lei Yuzong.

The palace, standing like a giant in Jinglin City, is as magnificent and majestic as an emperor. Its vast sect territory occupies about a quarter of the entire Jinglin City. Apart from the City Lord's Mansion, Lei Yu Sect is the largest building complex in Jinglin City.

The entire Lei Yu Sect is divided into three levels. Disciples at different levels cultivate in different areas, and the cultivation resources and teachers they enjoy are also different.

It is worth mentioning that although it is said to be divided into three levels, in reality, the vast majority of Lei Yu Sect disciples can only have the lowest level of resources to desperately cultivate at the bottom level. Less than a quarter of the disciples can advance to the second level and enjoy better resources and teachers. These disciples are usually called elite disciples.

But for elite disciples and beyond, the level is not something that can be reached through mere effort.

The Ten Seats of Lei Yu Sect

As the name suggests, these are the ten most outstanding disciples of the younger generation of the Thunder Feather Sect. Generally, the new generation is replaced every ten years.

As the second-ranked genius among the ten seats, Zhong Tianying naturally enjoys the best resources of Lei Yu Sect.

This is why he reached the peak of the Spirit Platform stage at the young age of twenty-five, and was just one step away from breaking through to the Transformation Peak stage.

He is a genius, but he could never have reached where he is today on his own.

Everything was thanks to his master.

"Disciple, is your Joyful Union Technique ready?"

It was an old man with a hunched back and white hair and beard, wearing a light purple Lei Yu Sect Taoist robe. His heavy, drooping eyelids slightly covered his dark eyes. He held a cane in his hand and stood in front of the door.

Zhong Tianying recognized his master's voice, so he slowly calmed the surging spiritual energy within his body, opened his eyes, and looked at the old man with a hint of excitement in them.

"Master, I'm all ready. Now all we have to do is wait for Junior Sister Zhang..."

Perhaps because he hadn't been with a woman in a while, Zhong Tianying's lips were bright red, and he looked somewhat excited.

Among all the female disciples of the Thunder Feather Sect, Junior Sister Zhang Ruoxue was considered exceptionally beautiful and had a special temperament. Moreover, her slightly fiery temper aroused a considerable desire in Zhong Tianying to conquer her.

In addition, there was the Hehuan Kung Fu – a special kung fu technique taught to him by his teacher. Although it was essentially a heretical and unorthodox method, it could help him break through to the peak of the Transformation stage, so he didn't care whether it was heretical or not.

Therefore, he was really looking forward to the wedding night—in a double sense.

"Regarding Zhang Ruoxue..." the old man sighed softly, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.

"What's wrong, Master?"

The old man pondered for a moment, seemingly considering whether to tell Zhong Tianying the truth.

Ultimately, considering Zhong Tianying's persistent and thorough nature, they decided to reveal the whole truth.

"Zhang Ruoxue doesn't seem particularly satisfied with this marriage. She ran away the night before. Are you aware of this?"

“I do know something about this matter.” Zhong Tianying nodded, but still didn’t understand why the old man looked so worried. “But Master, didn’t you already send three elite disciples to chase after Junior Sister Zhang? Junior Sister Zhang is only at the peak of the Xuanmen stage, she should be returning to the sect soon.”

“Indeed, if nothing unexpected happens, that’s exactly how it is—” The old man deliberately emphasized the words “if nothing unexpected happens.”

The old man's intention became very clear, and Zhong Tianying immediately realized, "Master means... something unexpected has happened?"

"It was more than just an accident. The three disciples I sent out said they encountered a man and a woman. Fei Yong even had one of his arms crippled by the female cultivator. The two seemed to be on Zhang Ruoxue's side."

"what?!"

Zhong Tianying jumped up from his chair, his emotions so intense that the teacup beside him shook violently twice, splashing pale blue tea onto the table.

Fei Yong was his most capable and promising elite disciple to succeed the next generation of ten seats. Although his current cultivation level was still at the Xuanmen stage, he was exceptionally talented and his spiritual root was extremely special. However, he had inexplicably lost one of his hands.

Anger surged within him, and Zhong Tianying narrowed his eyes, asking softly, "Master, who are those man and woman? Do you have any clues?"

"There are no clues at all. Tianbei Valley has been closed recently because of the Gong family's matter. All the disciples and elders who were training outside have returned to the valley. Logically speaking, they should not be people from Tianbei Valley."

"If it's not from Tianbei Valley, then who is it? In Jinglin City, there's no other sect that dares to oppose Lei Yu Sect besides Tianbei Valley."

"According to Fei Yong and the others, those two claimed to be from the Young Pioneers Club."

"...What department?" Zhong Tianying was encountering this term for the first time and didn't quite catch it.

"Young Pioneers Club." The old man repeated each word carefully, while inwardly complaining that the name was really strange and he had never heard of any sect having such a name.

Zhong Tianying silently repeated the name to himself several times, memorizing it, then looked up and asked, "Master, what are the physical characteristics of the man and woman in the Red Scarf Club?"

"It's the Young Pioneers Club, not red scarves," the old man corrected his apprentice, then recalled Fei Yong and the others' description, "The man looked like an ordinary person, with black hair and black eyes, but the woman was different; she wore strange black and white clothing and had long silver hair..."

"Wait!!" Zhong Tianying suddenly shouted, interrupting the old man.

Black and white...long silver hair...

The man with black hair and black eyes... looked very ordinary...

If he's not out of his mind, then that group who won a million playing Sword Fate at the Thunder Heaven Casino back then must have been...

"It's them again?!"

Zhong Tianying was so frightened that he almost tore apart the folding fan in his hand.

These two clowns are always around, gambling away millions of dollars a year, and stealing other people's fiancées or wives...

So you guys came here specifically to sabotage Zhong Tianying's business?

55. Three days

"Disciple, do you know these two people?"

Zhong Tianying did not rush to answer the old man's question.

He tried his best to calm his anger; he hadn't been that angry in a very long time.

At Lei Yu Sect, he could command the wind and rain and get whatever he wanted anytime, anywhere. Cultivation resources would be delivered to his door by the sect, and he could browse the library full of cultivation techniques and martial arts at will. He could also acquire a large amount of beauty and wealth with just a snap of his fingers.

The phrase "a chosen one of heaven" perfectly describes Zhong Tianying.

However, he has now been swindled twice by the same group. First, they swindled him out of one million gold coins, which was one-fifth of his annual income from Lei Tian Casino. Then, they took away Zhang Ruoxue, who was the sect's chosen fiancée.

The former isn't a big deal; it's just one-fifth of the income, which isn't impossible to earn back.

However, the latter concerns his reputation. His wedding with Zhang Ruoxue is scheduled for five days later, and the City Lord's Mansion will send people to attend, along with representatives from various sects, to participate in this lavish wedding.

Imagine, when everyone has given betrothal gifts and congratulatory gifts, only to find the groom standing alone and bald on the stage while the bride has already been taken away, where will Zhong Tianying's face and Lei Yuzong's face be?

Zhong Tianying could not bear such humiliation, nor could he bear the feeling of something being out of his control.

He took a deep breath, his gaze as cold as ice as he looked at the old man.