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

After a strange buzzing sound, everyone present, those who had been running away frantically, stopped. Their steps halted in mid-air, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy dissipated also stopped.

No one can move, no one can run.

At the mountaintop, the young man, holding a wine jug, took a sip of wine.

"Did I give you permission to leave?"

"Is my academy a place where you can come and go as you please?"

Yun Ping sneered, his gaze locking onto the figure in the crowd who was also taking steps to flee the scene.

It was an incredibly familiar figure—a handsome man dressed in finery, holding a folding fan, whose elegant demeanor captivated and drove countless young girls wild.

Zhong Tianying.

At this moment, Zhong Tianying felt only fear and unease. He could never have imagined why this man was so terrifying. His strength could not possibly be limited to the Opening Yuan stage, nor could it be limited to the Nascent Soul stage...

Who exactly is he?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, the scene before him suddenly shifted—Yunping, carrying a wine jug, was standing right in front of him.

To be precise, he was standing in front of Yunping.

Zhong Tianying instinctively tried to struggle, but he found that the spiritual energy in his body was completely immobile, even his spiritual root had stopped functioning, and he could not release any spells.

The current state of affairs can only be described as bizarre.

“Zhong Tianying, one of the ten seats of Lei Yu Sect, hehe, your Lei Yu Sect really has some good disciples.”

"Weren't you having a good time just now? Let me say it again: you accuse me of aiding and abetting evil, of disregarding the law, of practicing evil and heresy—"

Say?

At this moment, even if Yun Ping gave him a million times the courage, Zhong Tianying wouldn't dare to say a single word.

She could only tremble her lips and utter a pitiful, pleading sound.

"no no……"

"What do you mean?" Yun Ping asked coldly.

"No...no...don't..."

Zhong Tianying's eyes, filled with panic, slowly closed. At this moment, he abandoned his dignity.

"Please...don't kill me."

He was afraid.

He was really scared.

The man before him could turn him to dust with a casual wave of his hand. He had never seen such a terrifying person in his life... He was truly, truly terrified.

So he didn't want dignity anymore; he just wanted to beg, he just wanted to survive, he just wanted to do everything he could to get Yunping to let him go. As long as he lived, as long as he survived...

He was afraid.

But Yunping didn't care whether he was afraid or not—

"You're not very capable, but you're quite good at slandering people. Get the hell out of my way!"

A resounding slap snapped Zhong Tianying's neck.

The intense pain made this once-proud young man lose consciousness, and he collapsed to the ground before he could even utter a cry of pain.

It's ruined, another one ruined...

This is not finished!

Yunping's gaze then focused on another youth. He reached out and grabbed Wang Buming, forcefully crossing the void and pulling him directly in front of him.

"And you, you like to slander my little Jiang?!"

He slapped Wang Buming on the shoulder, forcefully burying Wang Buming in the ground.

His knees shattered instantly under the force, leaving him covered in dust and hanging his head, his internal meridians also severed in two.

Yunping kicked Wang Buming in the back, sending him flying to the front of the courtyard gate, where a pale-faced young man in a cheongsam stood.

"Apologize to me."

Yunping, with his back to Wang Buming, gave the order.

Wang Bumin raised his head shakily, glanced at the scabbard at his waist, and showed no signs of trembling.

He tilted his head, gave a wry smile, and then looked at Jiang Yuetian, his lips slightly parted.

"sorry……"

"Speak louder!"

"sorry!"

"Louder!"

"sorry!!"

This time, even those at the foot of the mountain could hear Wang Buming's voice.

Yun Ping glanced coldly at Wang Buming, then casually tossed him to Zhong Tianying's side.

"This is none of your business. Get out of my sight."

"You two old geezers are next!"

He reached out and tore through the void, pulling the sect leader of Lei Yu Sect and the valley master of Tianbei Valley in front of him.

For the first time in many years, these two longtime rivals shared the same feeling.

That was fear, endless fear that made the soul tremble.

He stared at the two of them, downed the rest of his wine, and wiped his wet lips.

“You two, one of you is the sect leader, yet you disregard the life of your own disciple, sell him out for personal gain, and even help those two brats slander me.”

"Another one is someone who treats matters of love and sex as a game, and even condones his subordinates' elders to hunt down and kill his female disciples. He is a failure to discipline them!"

"I think you should stop clinging to the position of sect leader from now on!"

The words had barely left his lips.

Both men had their knees shattered by Yun Ping's palm strike, their meridians severed, each meridian cut into small pieces, as if they had been cut into a thousand pieces.

Yunping swung his palm again, pushing the two of them in front of Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue, and said the same thing again.

"Apologize to me."

74. Emperor Wen's surname was Xuan, and his given name was Lei.

The sect leader of Lei Yu Sect and the valley master of Tianbei Valley knelt before Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue, both with their heads bowed, their kneecaps covered in blood and marrow, looking utterly wretched.

Ye Yuchan had never seen the two leaders of major sects in such a state before. She stood there stunned, unable to utter a single word.

Neither of them apologized, even at this point, as they were still concerned about saving face.

They are the leaders of their respective sects. If they were to back down now, their Thunder Feather Sect and Heavenly North Valley would be essentially finished. A sect that has lost all its prestige would absolutely not be able to continue controlling the entire Jinglin City.

But... is it okay not to do it?

They dared not turn around, dared not look at the young man's expression. They could only shiver and kneel before Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue, hesitating without uttering a word.

They were already ruined. They all knew that the spiritual roots in their lower abdomens had died, and the meridians in their bodies were rotten beyond repair.

Not apologizing means death; apologizing at least means survival.

The two old rivals exchanged a glance, both seeing deep fear and helplessness in each other's eyes.

Just as he was about to speak, a dazzling beam of colorful light shot into the sky.

The spiritual energy of the Kaiyuan stage erupted from the crowd. An old man with a hunched back looked angrily at the young man on the mountaintop and suddenly roared.

"You scoundrel, how dare you harm the sect leader of my Thunder Feather Sect?!"

The Kaiyuan stage! This is the power of the Kaiyuan stage!

The sect leader of Lei Yu Sect was suddenly stunned, then overjoyed.

Only now did he remember that he had an exceptionally mysterious Ninth Elder. This Ninth Elder's strength was unfathomable; even he himself couldn't last three moves against him. He was completely like a reclusive master.

Moreover, judging from that spiritual light, he seemed to have broken free from Yunping's strange shackles!

There's hope! There's hope! They're saved!

Not only them, but also the sect elders who were tightly locked up by Yun Ping felt a surge of warmth in their hearts. It was as if someone had suddenly given you a Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill when you were on the verge of death!

The old man tapped his cane on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, a giant beast with a dark tortoise shell appeared behind him, its oppressive power almost reaching that of a Nascent Soul stage expert!

"Boy! I don't know who you are, but you must die here today!"

"Death?" Yun Ping chuckled, then glanced at the old man, a flash of hatred and anger in his eyes. "You don't know who I am? Then you must know who Duan Hongyue is, right?!"

"Duan Hongyue?!"

Upon hearing the name, the old man's surging spiritual energy involuntarily paused for a moment.

Because this name represents a piece of history from over 500 years ago, a nightmare he never wants to recall in his life, a memory that repeats countless times every night.

Because this part of history is about Emperor Wen of Xuanlei.

Yunping stared at the old man. He really didn't want to get angry. If he could, he just wanted to resolve these matters, explain the situation, and then take his disciples back to rest. That would be the end of it.

But to his surprise, this person eventually began to appear.

This was the person who had once filled him with immense anger.

"Who are you! How do you know the name Duan Hongyue?!" The old man's voice trembled slightly as he questioned Yun Ping.

"Because Duan Hongyue used to be my senior sister! Do you still remember that you used my senior sister as a cultivation vessel?"

"You are... a disciple of the Lightning Flash Sect?!"

The old man exclaimed in surprise.

Yes, the Lightning Strike Sect.

This was a huge sect that was located here five hundred years ago, but due to some special reasons, it declined three hundred years ago. In the end, most of the disciples and elders of the Lightning Sect left, leaving only him.