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

Whether it's Duan Hongyue, him, or Emperor Wen of yesteryear... they all came from the Lightning Thunder Sect.

Unfortunately, the Lightning Sect is now just a remnant of history.

But the old man never expected that he would encounter the disciples of the Lightning Sect here again!

Yun Ping sneered, and for the first time, that smile became exceptionally ferocious.

"I think you should still remember, right? Back then, you used Senior Sister Duan Hongyue as a vessel, letting the former chief disciple of the Lightning Thunder Sect use the Harmony Grafting Technique to drain her life essence. Do you still remember that?!"

He naturally remembered this incident.

It was at that time that he learned of the immense benefits of the Hehuan Technique, and so he used it extensively to drain the life force of talented female disciples.

but……

"What exactly are you trying to say by bringing this up?!"

"What does that mean? Heh..."

"why are you laughing?"

"I laugh at you, you old bastard! You still haven't changed your ways! You gave your disciple Zhong Tianying that Hehuan Cultivation Manual so that he could use it to absorb Zhang Ruoxue's life force to help him break through to the peak of the Transformation stage, right?"

The old man squinted, watching Yun Ping warily. "Even if I did that, so what?"

"So what? Hahahaha..."

Yunping suddenly burst into laughter.

This sudden burst of laughter left the old man and the other cultivators present somewhat bewildered, unable to understand why he had suddenly started laughing.

The reason is simple: Yunping genuinely wanted to laugh.

Back then, he liked Duan Hongyue's straightforwardness, and Duan Hongyue had done things for him in bed many times. It could be said that Duan Hongyue and he had a romantic relationship.

However, Duan Hongyue died from the Hehuan Kung Fu, a devastating blow that nearly drove Yunping insane.

He caused a huge disturbance, killing the former chief disciple and nearly killing the sect leader of the Lightning Sect who tried to stop him. Of course, he also did not spare the despicable culprit.

Finally, it was his master, the master who had been so kind to him, who forced him to lay down the butcher's knife...

Even after all these years, he still remembers this incident, but because of his master, he has never been able to unleash his anger.

I never expected this, I really never expected this—

To my surprise, I encountered the mastermind from back then right here.

After laughing, Yunping looked at the old man calmly again, but the old man looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"Who exactly are you! Who were you with the Lightning Bolt Sect back then?!"

"Who am I? Heh... Since you're so eager to know, I'll tell you."

Yunping threw the wine jug into the sky, then turned and kicked it at the huge phantom of the Xuan Turtle behind the old man.

The phantom of the Xuan Turtle, comparable to the Nascent Soul stage, let out a sharp cry, its body surging with dark currents, and rushed towards the strangely shaped wine pot.

However, none of this worked. The wine jug pierced through the illusory tortoise without hesitation, just like a bullet entering a human body.

With a soft "poof" sound...

The old man's spiritual energy vanished into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

"This is impossible!!"

Yunping remained calm in the face of the old man's wailing and sobbing cries.

"Nothing is impossible, because five hundred years ago—"

"My surname is Xuan."

75. The End

My surname is Xuan.

Nobody knows what those three words mean.

Apart from that old man, the Ninth Elder who was mysterious, omnipotent, and possessed heaven-defying cultivation in the eyes of the Thunder Feather Sect Master, no one understood the meaning of those words.

His hunched body trembled violently, as if he had seen the most terrifying ghost in the world, and the cane in his hand creaked incessantly.

The bony fingers struggled to rise, pointing at the young man on the mountaintop, who shook his head repeatedly.

"Impossible, impossible, this can't be happening... You can't... You can't still be alive..."

"You're already dead, aren't you? Otherwise, there wouldn't be the Lingze Era. Yes, you're already dead... Impossible... Impossible..."

He kept repeating the word "impossible".

Because he really wanted to convince himself it was impossible—because that person surnamed Xuan was his lifelong nightmare.

He still remembers how Xuan Lei, who was not yet Emperor Wen, wreaked havoc on the Lightning Sect back then. That terrifying aura, that despair-inducing power, that domineering arrogance and ruthless madness... it was too frightening.

That young man, bathed in blood and clutching a severed limb... was his nightmare.

Even after all these years, he still remembers what that boy had said to him late at night.

—I will come back, and one day you will die by my hand.

The bloodthirsty demon god said this to him amidst the rain of blood.

The reason he was hunched over was because Xuan Lei had shattered his spiritual root and meridians back then... Yes, just like now, just like the sect leader of Lei Yu Sect and others.

However, he survived and, through the grafting technique of the Hehuan, slowly regained his strength, becoming even stronger than before, and was only one step away from the Nascent Soul stage.

So he didn't believe it, he would never believe it even if he died, he couldn't believe that the person in front of him had the surname Xuan five hundred years ago.

Emperor Wen is dead! Emperor Wen is absolutely dead! He couldn't possibly still be alive!

That person from my nightmares could never exist in reality.

Impossible, impossible!

"Aaaaaahh ...

A deafening roar erupted from the old man's mouth. He tried to activate the spiritual energy within his body, but no matter how hard he tried, this dormant spiritual energy seemed not to belong to him at all, completely disobeying his commands.

Yun Ping glared angrily, stomped his foot, and reached out with his five fingers to grab the old man through the air, pulling him over while simultaneously grabbing his neck.

“Before, I didn’t kill you because my master forced me to. I promised that I wouldn’t kill you.”

"So I spared your life, and I spared the life of the Lightning Sect. Otherwise, do you think any sect without Senior Sister Duan could have survived in my hands?"

"But even today, you remain unrepentant. Not only do you use the Hehuan grafting technique to harm others, but you also continue to pass this technique on to your disciples. Ha, Ninth Elder, you really are the Ninth Elder, you haven't changed at all!"

"I……"

The old man's face turned red as he continued to urge his spiritual energy, desperately trying to pry Yun Ping's wrist with his two thin hands. But without spiritual energy, he was no different from a useless person.

A cold light shot out from Yunping's eyes.

"Honestly, I really want to just let this go, because every time I think about it, it makes me feel really bad."

"However, since you're already here, stay and use your life to send my Senior Sister Duan off in her final moments."

“You…you can’t…” the old man cried out in struggle.

Yunping ignored him, grabbed him by the neck, and walked to the edge of the mountaintop.

He looked up at the gloomy sky.

"Five hundred years have passed, and I still haven't been able to give her a proper send-off."

"Let's consider today as repayment."

After speaking, he released his hand.

The old man's body, which was almost curled up into a ball, plummeted downwards due to gravity. Since Yun Ping had completely locked up his spiritual energy and he had not cultivated any physical techniques, he was powerless during the fall.

His eyes widened as he stared at Yunping in disbelief, his hands frantically reaching upwards, trying to grab onto something to save his life.

But there was nothing there...

"No, no!!"

He could only fall rapidly from the height.

--boom!

A cloud of dust billowed into the sky. Yunping glanced at the old man who had fallen and was now in pieces below the mountain, a hint of weariness flashing in his eyes.

ended.

The chaos that occurred more than 500 years ago has finally come to an end.

With the long-standing troubles finally settled, Yunping turned around and glanced at the two stunned sect leaders.

The Thunder Feather Sect Master, who had initially pinned his hopes on the Ninth Elder, had gone completely mad. In order to save his life, he was practically kowtowing, saying sorry as he did so.

Seeing this, the Valley Master of Tianbei Valley no longer dared to hesitate. He followed his old rival's example and quickly kowtowed, looking as if he wanted to break his head open, while repeatedly saying sorry.

So, amidst the resounding apologies of the two sect leaders, Yun Ping looked down at the foot of the mountain, at the almost desperate cultivators.

Some of these people were just there to join in the fun, while others just wanted to curry favor with the Gong family. In essence, they didn't do anything too outrageous.

"Alright, you can all go back now."

Yunping sighed, waved his hand, and removed the shackles from their bodies.

Before the cultivators below could even breathe a sigh of relief, Yun Ping spoke solemnly again.

"But remember this: if anything goes wrong in the future, don't unreasonably blame me and my disciples—"

"Don't blame me for being unreasonable!"

As soon as he finished speaking...

A terrifying sound wave swept across the entire area.

Everyone felt a sudden tremor in their hearts, and then some cultivators with unstable cultivation levels coughed up a mouthful of blood, with fragments of internal organs mixed in with the crimson blood.

When they hurriedly checked their spiritual roots and meridians, they were delighted to find that they had only suffered serious physical injuries, but their essence had not been damaged.

They understood that this was Yunping's advice to them.

A piece of advice that would prevent them from causing trouble again.