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

2. When fellow villagers meet, their pants go completely bare.

Dim light shone through the window onto the edge of the bed. It was already morning, and a strange fragrance filled the air. It was this fragrance that made the girl dream of the flowers she had once planted.

As her beautiful dream faded, she slowly opened her eyes and stared at the unfamiliar gray ceiling. She paused for a moment, then quickly sat up in bed, staring blankly at the sun hidden behind the clouds outside the window, only half of it showing. Her disbelieving eyes slowly moved down, and she reached out to touch the soft, warm quilt, blinking her eyes.

"I...I'm not dead?"

If her memory is accurate and her mind is functioning properly, she should be standing in front of Meng Po right now, urging her not to add cilantro to the soup.

Instead of sleeping in this simple house and living peacefully in the world.

"Spiritual root, that's right, my spiritual root!"

Ye Yuchan reached out and grabbed a corner of the blanket, then suddenly pulled it off.

A pair of long, slender, white legs immediately came into view, their snow-white and smooth skin on full display. Long, white hair, seemingly washed by someone, cascaded down her shoulders, covering the key area where she wasn't wearing a bra.

She wasn't wearing any clothes, not even a single square centimeter of fabric.

"hiss--"

Ye Yuchan gasped. She reached out and touched her stomach. You see, every cultivator's spiritual root forms in their abdomen. The two fellow disciples had dug out her intestines and ripped open her stomach to find her spiritual root.

But now, her abdomen is smooth and tender, without any trace of injury, as if the terrible pain was just a nightmare.

For a moment, surprise and excitement filled her mind, prompting Ye Yuchan to quickly begin to explore her spiritual root.

Immediately afterwards, a bitter smile and a sense of sadness appeared in her pair of incredibly unique, dark eyes.

"It wasn't a dream after all; my spiritual root is gone..."

It makes sense, the terrible change was so real, and the pain it brought was so excruciating, that it could not possibly be explained by a mere nightmare.

Besides, it's already a miracle that she's alive. It's probably because God saw how miserable she was and couldn't help but take pity on her. Otherwise, with her injuries, it would have been almost impossible for her to survive.

She pursed her lips, let out a long breath as if to temporarily release the troubles in her heart, and then began to look around—in order to find her clothes.

The house wasn't particularly big, but it wasn't small either. The furniture was arranged quite neatly. The wooden table and chairs didn't look like they were made of expensive materials. The floor was made of ordinary gray-black tiles, and even the bed board under Ye Yuchan was made of wood, making a slight creaking sound with the slightest movement.

The only thing worth noting was a strange painting hanging on the wall directly opposite the bed.

The reason it is considered strange is not because it is painted haphazardly. On the contrary, the painting is of a very high standard, especially the lines used to depict the figures, which are so perfect that there is not a single flaw.

But that's not the point; the point is the content of the painting.

Even Ye Yuchan, who never studied paintings much, was shocked the moment she saw this painting. The shock in her eyes was enough to show that the painting had completely overturned her mind, and she subconsciously uttered a curse.

"Holy crap! Mona Lisa?!"

Ye Yuchan was completely bewildered.

She was a time traveler, and she admitted that her age combined in both worlds was roughly equivalent to that of a fifty-year-old. Even so, when she saw paintings that shouldn't have appeared in this world, her brain short-circuited.

What the hell is this?! Mona Lisa has become an immortal?!

crunch--

Before Ye Yuchan could react, the side door was pushed open, and the morning light streamed into the door frame.

"Come here, you little rascals, today your teacher will show you your new..."

A young man with a gentle smile, about twenty years old, dressed in a white shirt, and with a handsome and sunny appearance, was standing outside the door, looking at Ye Yuchan.

Oh, by the way, at this point, Ye Yuchan was so frightened by Mona Lisa that she forgot to cover herself with the blanket again, so she was completely naked.

"Sorry to bother you~"

His dark eyes shot out several glances at the door with lightning speed, then he slammed the door shut.

Less than half a second later, several numbers came from outside the door.

"82-56-83! That's a great figure!"

Ye Yuchan was stunned. From childhood to adulthood, even after experiencing two different worlds, she had never been seen naked by a man.

With a swift motion, she wrapped a blanket around herself, and ignoring her discomfort, she ran barefoot towards the door, flung it open, and was about to unleash a torrent of abuse at the bewildered young man who turned back.

shhhhhh!

Perhaps it was the sound of gazes piercing through the air, but Ye Yuchan discovered that besides the young man who had seen her naked, there were five other people—three men and two women—whose gazes were all directed at her.

For a moment, the atmosphere became slightly awkward.

Ye Yuchan blushed, her face turning red with embarrassment and anger. She glared at the young man and cursed.

"You pervert! You scoundrel! You lecher!"

boom!

After saying that, he grabbed the doorknob and slammed the door shut.

Damn it! Damn it! That scoundrel... he actually did that to her body... This has never happened before! Even when she was little, her mother always bathed her!

This was her precious first time, how could she give it to him!

...Huh? That doesn't sound quite right, but it doesn't seem wrong either.

As for the young man who was locked out, he just twitched the corner of his mouth and didn't say much. He simply coughed twice and said a few words under the meaningful gazes of the other five people, and chased these brats away.

Once everyone was alone, the young man politely knocked on the door twice.

"Hey, girl, don't be angry. I didn't mean to look at you. Besides, I did save you, so don't be so upset~"

"You saved me?"

Ye Yuchan was taken aback upon hearing this, and her anger subsided somewhat. She paused for a moment, then opened the door again and looked at the smiling young man.

He nodded, without denying it.

"Yes, when I met you in the Thousand Ghost Forest, you were almost dead and only had one breath left. I felt sorry for you, so I brought you back."

Thousand Ghost Forest?

So, it seems I did encounter someone when I was about to die, but that person said to do it while it's hot...

Ye Yuchan's scrutinizing gaze swept up and down the young man, who, unfazed by her gaze, accepted her scrutiny with a smile.

Judging from his appearance, the young man was definitely handsome and refined. His physique was neither burly nor thin, but rather a perfect middle-ground build. Coupled with his confident smile and gentle face, he certainly didn't look like a bad person.

It seems I remembered it wrong. I guess I was just hallucinating because my mind wasn't clear at the time.

Thinking of this, Ye Yuchan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the young man with more goodwill. After all, even if she could be saved, it would have come at a great cost. She and the young man were complete strangers, yet he was willing to take out his treasure for her. He must be a kind person.

"Oh, right! I have something to ask you!"

"Hmm? What is it?"

The young man looked at Ye Yuchan, who had suddenly screamed, and tilted his head.

Ye Yuchan pointed at the Mona Lisa painting on the wall, which was composed of gray and white colors, and cast a surprised and suspicious look at the young man.

"You painted this Mona Lisa?!"

"Mona Lisa?!"

Upon hearing this, the young man's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he stood there dumbfounded.

Seeing his appearance, Ye Yuchan realized how outrageous her words were. This painting was a famous painting from her original world, and people in the Xianxia world would never know its name.

No wonder the young man was so surprised...

But—the next second, the young man narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on Ye Yuchan with interest.

After a long pause, he suddenly blurted out a sentence.

"Young lady, did you get a visa when you came here?"

"what?"

Ye Yuchan raised an eyebrow. A visa? Isn't that something you only need to go abroad?

Just as she was filled with confusion, she noticed the strong teasing look on the young man's face—as if he was reminding her to pay attention to something.

What should I be aware of? Visa?

"Huh... oh... wait a minute, you just mentioned... visa?"

"Hmm~" The young man raised his eyebrows in a rather smug way. "What, you didn't get a visa? If you didn't get a visa, hurry up and pull out your passport!"

Ye Yuchan could no longer remain calm. She immediately reached out and grabbed the young man's shoulders, her complicated gaze fixed on his face.

"Fellow villager!"

"Fellow villager!"

For so many years, Ye Yuchan had never felt such excitement. Even the moment she broke through in her cultivation had not made her so emotional. In this cold and ruthless world, she had actually met someone like her who had traveled from another world!

What a coincidence, what a wonderful destiny!

And it was at her most helpless and closest to death that such a benefactor appeared. She was so excited that she almost cried.

The young man, too, never imagined he would one day encounter a fellow townsman—this was a true alternate world! A fellow townsman from another world!

Thump—the sound of something falling.

"what……"

Time seemed to stand still. The two, who had been excited, stopped as if a pause button had been pressed. Then, their gazes fell simultaneously to the quilt that had fallen to the ground.

The young man raised his head slightly, looked at Ye Yuchan, whose face was as red as a cherry, and her exquisite and perfect figure, and silently gave her a thumbs up.

"Excellent!"

"Get the hell out of here!!"

3. Once you sign this contract, you're mine.

The young man's surname is Yun, and his given name is Ping. He is the owner of this courtyard house.

In the words of the young man himself, this was built in imitation of the former residence of a great writer named Zhou Shuren, in order to create a simple and elegant scholarly atmosphere.

After all, he runs an academy; how could he call himself the dean if he didn't have some scholarly background?

At this moment, Ye Yuchan stood in the back garden courtyard, leaning against an old cypress tree, staring coldly at the young man in front of her.

Faced with that murderous gaze, Yunping chuckled and scratched his head.