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

"You still have the mind to joke at a time like this?" Ye Yuchan stared at Yun Ping. "You old rogue, you wouldn't just abandon Ruoxue... right!"

She also began to believe that... the man in front of her was not a cold-blooded and heartless person.

In response, Yunping waved to Ye Yuchan.

The latter walked over with a puzzled look on her face, and then a not-so-broad hand was placed on the top of her head.

He reached out and patted Ye Yuchan's head, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, she's not that weak."

"……who?"

“Zhang Ruoxue.” Yun Ping turned to the side and looked at the figure through the dilapidated door. “She’s a very capable person. Although her strength isn’t that great, she’s definitely very strong when it comes to her mental state.”

……

Ye Yuchan turned her head in confusion, looking at Zhang Ruoxue's back.

It was a figure that was neither tall nor imposing, nor robust, and it lacked any of the awe-inspiring, oppressive presence that would make one's soul tremble.

It was just a very tall and firm back view.

Is it very strong?

can not tell.

But one thing is certain: there must be something hidden in that silhouette.

That is probably something called the soul—

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I swear by my soul!

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68. I owe no one anything.

The wind was whistling in my ears.

Standing atop the mountain, Zhang Ruoxue felt as if she were a free bird soaring in the sky, able to look down upon the crowds below at will.

It was a feeling of absolute freedom and wonderful joy.

She really enjoyed the feeling of being unrestrained, of being able to ignore everything in the outside world and simply be herself, simply remain herself—it was a wonderful feeling.

Today she was wearing the Taoist robe of the Lei Yu Sect. She had smoothed out the wrinkles and cleaned the dirt with her spiritual energy. Overall, it looked just like the Taoist robe she had received when she first entered the Lei Yu Sect.

She still vividly remembers the excitement she felt when she received the Lei Yuzong Daoist robe.

Her long black hair was meticulously styled. These past few days in the courtyard, she had been preparing for this moment every moment. She hoped to appear in her best form, so her hair was exceptionally smooth and flowed in the air, making it look particularly beautiful.

Zhang Ruoxue stood there with a sword at her waist, a magical artifact of the Lei Yu Sect. Yes, it was still a Lei Yu Sect artifact, and she still carried it with her.

If she weren't standing on the mountaintop instead of at the foot of the mountain, she would probably be mistaken for one of the disciples of the Thunder Feather Sect.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ruoxue's lips naturally curled up, revealing a charming smile.

"Junior Sister Zhang!"

At the foot of the mountain, a voice that Zhang Ruoxue knew all too well suddenly rang out.

She focused her spiritual energy into her eyes and used her exceptional eyesight to look towards the source of the sound.

He was a young man with countless white stripes wrapped around his right arm, who looked somewhat decadent despite his young age.

—Fei Yong, one of the three who chased her in the Gray Mist Forest, an elite disciple who was defeated in one blow during the battle with Ye Yuchan.

Zhang Ruoxue's expression remained unchanged, her tone indifferent, "I told you, don't call me junior sister anymore."

Fei Yong gave a wry smile. "Junior Sister Zhang, don't be stubborn anymore. Senior Brother Zhong came to see you today to take you back for your wedding. You will be my sister-in-law from now on. If I don't call you junior sister now, I won't have the chance to call you that later."

“I suggest you stop being so glib.” Zhang Ruoxue drew her sword from her waist and pointed it at Fei Yong. “Otherwise, I might not be able to resist cutting out your tongue.”

"Junior Sister Zhang!"

This time, the person who called her "junior sister" was someone who attracted a lot of attention in the crowd.

—Zhong Tianying.

He gently opened his folding fan, a gentle smile spreading across his face.

"Fei Yong is right. Don't be stubborn. Come back with me. Our wedding day is in a few days. You don't want things to end badly, do you?"

"Marry you?" Zhang Ruoxue sneered, spitting a mouthful of phlegm down the mountain. "Pah! You're dreaming! Someone like me, do you think a hypocritical piece of trash like you would marry me?"

Wow!

Upon hearing this, everyone in the audience was taken aback.

This happened in front of everyone! Zhong Tianying is a wise man all his life. Everyone knows how indulgent, proud, and concerned about his reputation. It's one thing to curse him in private, but to call him a hypocritical good-for-nothing in front of the elders and sect leader of Lei Yu Sect, as well as all the important figures in Jinglin City, is unacceptable.

That's absolutely outrageous!

However, just as everyone was imagining Zhong Tianying's furious appearance, Zhong Tianying smiled and said, "I knew that Junior Sister Zhang was fiery and straightforward. After meeting her today, I can confirm that her reputation is well-deserved."

"Heh, there's a lot you haven't seen. And don't you dare call me junior sister! Who the hell is your junior sister?"

"Not my junior sister?" Zhong Tianying sneered. "Then why are you wearing the Taoist robe of my Thunder Feather Sect, wielding my Thunder Feather Sect's magical artifacts, and practicing my Thunder Feather Sect's techniques?"

"Using things from my Thunder Feather Sect, yet claiming not to be a member of my Thunder Feather Sect? Junior Sister Zhang, you mustn't be so shameless."

"Me, shameless?"

Zhang Ruoxue smiled, a bright and cheerful smile.

"You shameless old bastard! When it comes to shamelessness, Zhong Tianying, you're notorious throughout the three great heavens. I wouldn't dare compare myself to you!"

"And you're not only shameless, do you think I don't want to marry you just because you're hypocritical, shameless, and despicable? No, you're wrong! I don't want to marry you because you're short, small, and only last three seconds. Playing with me is like poking a hole with a toothpick; you won't even feel a hair."

"Junior Sister Zhang... don't go too far!" Zhong Tianying's expression darkened after being insulted by Zhang Ruoxue, clearly on the verge of anger.

"I'm going too far? For trash like me, nothing I do is too far!"

Zhang Ruoxue glared at the crowd at the foot of the mountain with unwavering confidence.

She saw seven Nascent Soul stage cultivators and dozens of peak Transformation stage cultivators here. If any one of these people were to cast a spell, she could die hundreds of times over.

Zhang Ruoxue remained fearless, standing still with her legs steadfast, her fingertips not cold, and her expression unchanged.

The cold wind could only stir the hem of her clothes and the strands of her hair, but it couldn't move her or her back.

She raised her head, looked in the direction of the Lei Yu Sect members, sneered, and her spiritual energy surged rapidly within her body.

"You just asked me why I'm wearing Lei Yu Sect's clothes, right?"

The Lei Yu Sect members below the stage were all stunned, and then watched as Zhang Ruoxue slowly took off her Taoist robe.

This was the first time in the past few days that Zhang Ruoxue had taken off her Taoist robe.

But unlike every time she took off her Taoist robe, this time, she would not put it on again.

She neatly folded her Taoist robe, raised her eyelids, and looked at an old man at the foot of the mountain.

That was her master. At this moment, the old man's gaze was particularly complicated. Standing beside him was the sect leader of the Thunder Feather Sect.

"Now I'll tell you why!"

With a flick of her wrist, she threw Lei Yuzong's Taoist robe off the mountaintop.

The purple Taoist robe billowed in the air, swaying rapidly in the breeze.

Immediately, a surge of spiritual energy struck down from the mountaintop, attaching itself to the Daoist robe and propelling it towards the direction of the Thunder Feather Sect Master.

At the mountaintop, Zhang Ruoxue's voice was incredibly loud.

"When I first came to your Thunder Feather Sect, this was the first piece of clothing I was given. Now, I'm taking it off! I'm returning this garment to you, intact and without a single mark!"

Lei Yuzong's Taoist robe slowly drifted down.

The elder, who was the sect leader, looked at the Taoist robe in his hand, which looked brand new, and his expression was somewhat complicated.

When they looked up again, they saw Zhang Ruoxue wearing a black short-sleeved top and holding their Lei Yu Sect's magic weapon in her hand.

"I don't want to owe your Lei Yu Sect anything. I just want to tell you that I am who I am, and if I'm leaving, I'll leave cleanly."

"Our bodies and hair are given to us by our parents, so your Thunder Feather Sect can be considered half of my parents, therefore..."

Zhang Ruoxue sneered and raised the only weapon she had in her hand high.

Immediately afterwards, under the slightly fearful gazes of the crowd below, he slashed fiercely at his own left arm.

puff--

Blood splattered.

"I'll return an arm to you today, as repayment for your kindness in educating me!"

69. Dean of Yuntian Academy

Zhang Ruoxue's arm fell from the mountaintop and was smashed into pieces.

Her left arm was covered in blood; it was a bloody wound. Just thinking about it makes you realize that the pain of losing an arm must be absolutely unbearable.

But Zhang Ruoxue didn't seem to care. She remained standing there, her legs and body still, as if nothing had happened.

Quiet.

The world is quiet at this moment.

Everyone looked at Zhang Ruoxue with a strange expression.

Shock? Curiosity? Doubt? Sneer?

No, they couldn't quite explain their feelings for Zhang Ruoxue at that moment.

But one thing is certain.

No one dared to utter a single word.

At this moment, only at this moment, Zhang Ruoxue is the focus of the world, the center of the entire world and the entire universe—she is unique.

Holding Lei Yuzong's sword, Zhang Ruoxue gasped for breath. She could feel her life force draining away, but she didn't care; her task was not yet finished.