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

"They are indeed quite foolish."

Yunping sat on the Demon Cauldron, crossed his legs, and chuckled nonchalantly.

He took out the dish of peanuts that seemed to be inexhaustible from his storage ring, but instead of taking any wine, he held the dish in one hand and casually picked up some peanuts with the other and tossed them into his mouth.

"There's nothing I can do..." Yunping mumbled, chewing on peanuts. "After all, I taught them, so it must have something to do with me."

"I'm giving you one last chance!"

Ye Wentian took a step back, and in an instant, his sword was already pressed against the white-robed youth's vulnerable throat.

No one saw when Ye Wentian drew his sword. Given the cultivation levels of the cultivators present, they hadn't even seen the movement of Ye Wentian drawing his sword.

Furthermore, a golden dragon phantom coiled around the blade of that sharp sword. The dragon, composed of vast spiritual energy, opened its blood-red maw and let out a loud, threatening roar towards Yun Ping.

In an instant, a golden light cascaded down from the sky. Ye Wentian stared coldly at Yun Ping in front of him, and the dense golden spiritual energy around him, which seemed to be about to materialize, rose up like dust.

Everyone knows this is a threat.

If Yunping were to utter another word of dissent, he would be met with the wrath of the Celestial Venerable.

"Considering that you do have some talent and will be of great use to my Immortal Capital in the future, I can pretend I didn't hear what you just said."

"Your disciple is ultimately unable to make decisions for you. I am giving you one last chance—"

Ye Wentian stood with his sword in hand, his gaze sharp and piercing.

"Once you enter the Immortal Capital, you will naturally enjoy benefits you can't even imagine. Both you and your disciples will become world-renowned powerhouses who are highly regarded in the three heavenly domains."

"This will only bring you benefits, not harm."

No one makes the same mistake twice.

At least most people wouldn't.

Even a complete idiot would probably snap out of it upon seeing Ye Wentian's murderous gaze and instinctively give in.

However, this young man in white really was such a fool.

No matter how many times you say it, my answer will be the same.

Yunping cracked open some peanuts and smiled at Ye Wentian: "What kind of place is Xiandu? Is it any better than our little courtyard house?"

……

silence.

Endless silence.

Mo Wu Hai gasped. She truly thought that the young man in white in front of her was a madman!

This is a second chance, a second chance given to Yuntian Academy by Ye Zunxian Ye Wentian!

Even if the first time was just to save face and show off, and the second time Ye Wentian personally gave him a way out, Yunping still didn't appreciate it.

A madman, an absolute madman!

Now, the cultivators present no longer looked at Yun Ping as if he were a fool, but rather with a hint of mockery and helplessness.

Who would have thought that the talent Ye Zunxian of Xiandu had taken a liking to was a complete madman?

……

"Is that so?"

Unexpectedly, Ye Wentian remained calm.

He seemed to have anticipated this outcome, sighing as he turned around and lowered his sword-wielding hand.

"I should have realized long ago that someone like you, who possesses two great inheritances, must be an arrogant fool whose eyes are blinded by ignorance."

"Since you really think you have the right to refuse... then you'd better prepare."

"Prepare?"

Yunping glanced at Ye Wentian and asked with great interest.

"What preparations?"

"Preparations for burial."

With a wave of his hand, Ye Wentian suddenly summoned a strangely shaped black spire from his storage ring. A long, dark red line was wrapped around the spire and kept writhing.

As soon as this item appeared, the demonic energy within the entire Azure Sky Alliance seemed to be attracted and was sucked into the tower in the blink of an eye.

After absorbing a large amount of demonic energy, a dark-colored orb appeared at the top of its spire, emanating an ominous aura.

Everyone present turned their gaze toward it, each using their divine sense to investigate the object.

Under everyone's gaze, Ye Wentian calmly turned around and faced Yun Ping, his tone flat and devoid of emotion.

"Do you know this thing? This thing is called the Eternal Soul Refining Tower, a tower that contains the souls of the dead."

"Any soul that enters this tower will suffer the pain of being burned by the demonic flames within it, without ceasing, until the tower is destroyed."

"Furthermore, the Ancient Soul Refining Tower will not destroy the soul, but will keep it in a half-dead state to torment the souls taken into the tower."

Ye Wentian raised his head, holding the tower in one hand and the sword in the other.

boom!

With a deafening roar, several spatial rifts suddenly appeared in the void around Ye Wentian, and endless sword light burst forth from the dark rifts.

In the blink of an eye, a sky full of sword light covered Yun Ping's body. The dazzling light was as bright as the sun, making it difficult to look directly at him.

He did not draw his sword, but the sword intent arose naturally and, like a sea of ​​flowers blooming, covered everyone's heads at an extremely terrifying speed.

Through the gaps in the sword light, Ye Wentian looked at the white-robed youth sitting on the cauldron, still eating peanuts, and said coldly:

"As a half-immortal, if you were to die, you should have a suitable coffin. This Ancient Soul Refining Tower is quite suitable for you and your disciples."

"I see... They even prepared the urn, how thoughtful of them."

With a half-joking tone, Yunping put away the peanuts and then stretched.

He took a deep breath, then shouted in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear:

"Anyway, everyone here is interested in that non-existent treasure, right? In that case, I'm too lazy to bother with each one individually. Anyone who wants the treasure, step forward."

……

What does this mean?

Faced with Yun Ping's words, all the independent cultivators and the leaders of the major sects were stunned for a moment.

Seemingly seeing through everyone's doubts, Yunping explained unhurriedly, "Don't overthink it. I just find it troublesome. Since everyone has entered this tomb of the Demonic Immortal, it means that everyone is prepared to die for the treasure. Since that's the case, and we're going to make trouble anyway, it's more convenient for everyone to come together and solve the problem at the same time."

"You mean you're willing to hand over the secret treasure?"

Among the crowd, someone, perhaps the leader of a sect, asked a question with a puzzled expression.

Could it be that the dean of Yuntian Academy has suddenly backed down?

It's not impossible, after all, he seems to have really angered Ye Wentian. Anyone with a brain would back out at this point, which wouldn't be surprising.

However, Yunping shook his head and looked at the man as if he were an idiot.

"What are you thinking? Let's not even talk about whether there's any secret treasure. Even if there is, I won't give it to you for free. If you want it, you'll have to come and get it yourselves."

Mo Wuhai, the master of Bihai Tower, frowned and said coldly, "Are you trying to provoke us?"

Don't misunderstand.

Yunping spread his hands, his face full of sincerity, and said:

"I didn't mean to provoke you. I'm saying that none of you here are even qualified to be provoked by me."

……

These words shocked the entire audience.

Despise, absolute despise.

If it were the Lantian Empire, it would be one thing, but this small Yuntian Academy, with fewer than ten teachers, dares to provoke the powerful figures from the Desolate Heaven Domain present with such weak strength.

That's insane! Absolutely insane!

"Humph!"

An elderly man with a long beard, sitting upright in a sedan chair, shouted angrily, slapped the chair, and leaped into the air. His cultivation level, reaching the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, shocked all the cultivators present.

This old man is the master of Xuanlan Cave, a senior figure of great power and influence in the Desolate Heaven Domain.

"It's one thing for you to provoke us, but with your words you've included even the Venerable Immortals of the Immortal Capital! You've really got a death wish!"

"You know what, I've eaten bear heart and leopard gallbladder before, and to be honest, they don't taste that good."

"you--"

The old man was so angry that he couldn't speak for a moment. At the same time, several sect leaders leaped into the air and came to the front of the line.

"Lord Xuanlan Cave, do not heed the words of this arrogant man. Today, he will have to hand over that treasure whether he wants to or not."

Seeing the leaders of the major sects express their opinions, the rogue cultivators who came seeking good fortune immediately joined the campaign to punish Yun Ping.

shhhhh--

Countless magical artifacts leaped up, hovering in mid-air like a storm about to break, as if they were about to pierce the white-robed youth's body from all angles at any moment.

buzz-

As the powerful bell rang, all the elders and cultivators with profound cultivation levels activated their techniques, and in an instant, the entire space was filled with extremely rich spiritual energy.

In an instant, this arrogant young man became the target of all the cultivators present.

A greedy flame burned in everyone's eyes. They didn't care about Yun Ping's mockery; all they cared about was killing the person in front of them and taking his treasure. Nothing more.

Ye Wentian stared at Yun Ping, a disdainful smirk playing on his lips.

"Even when death is imminent, he still tries to be clever with words."

"I told you, I just find it troublesome." Yun Ping simply shrugged, not even glancing at Ye Wentian. "Since we'll have to come sooner or later anyway, we might as well all come at once."

"I don't need them. I alone am enough to deal with you."

"Don't think of yourself as so special."

Yunping's words left Ye Wentian stunned.