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

He looked around and felt a sense of familiarity with the place. His gaze lingered on the village chief, Pu Gong, for a few moments before he asked with a hint of excitement, "Ahan, could this be the legendary Pu Family Village?"

"What?" Yun Ping glanced at the kid with disdain. "You've never been here before?"

“I had no chance, and I don’t know how I got here.” Tai Baiqiu shook his head, his eyes filled with sadness and regret. He sighed and said, “I only heard about Pujia Village, a place of mythical legends. I once wanted to come and find Pujia Village when I was alive, but at that time I was overwhelmed with worldly affairs. Before I even reached this far eastern snowfield, I was already entangled in these affairs and had no choice but to come.”

Upon hearing this, Yunping nodded in agreement: "That's true. Back then, your ability to stir up trouble was no less than mine."

Tai Baiqiu immediately shot a sharp glare at Yun Ping, but the latter continued to chuckle foolishly, relying on the fact that Tai Baiqiu was only a wisp of will at this moment, so he couldn't even lay a finger on Yun Ping, let alone teach him a lesson.

Ye Yuchan rolled her eyes helplessly, thinking to herself that it was unbelievable that the old rogue could make friends in the past. She immediately interrupted the "friendly" conversation between the two big shots: "Alright, alright, we have to go to the courtyard to perform, don't just stand there."

"Too."

Yun Ping turned to look at Pu Gong, who was still somewhat dazed standing by the Falling Sky Pool, and smiled gently, saying, "Village Chief Pu, now that the restriction has been broken, your Pu Family Village no longer needs to worry about its future survival."

"what……!"

Pu Gong finally recovered from the shock of the Thousand-Layer Dragon Pattern Tower being destroyed. Tears welled up in his old eyes, and his icy, snow-sculpted body trembled.

He knelt down before Yunping with a thud, threw his cane aside, and began kowtowing repeatedly.

"Thank you so much, my benefactor! Thank you so much, my benefactor! You are truly the savior of Pujia Village... I can never repay this kindness!"

Seeing this, Yunping shrugged helplessly.

He didn't care much about formalities, and he especially disliked others bowing and scraping in front of him.

He simply gave Ye Yuchan and the others a wink, then took a few steps forward and stepped into the crystal-clear Falling Sky Pool without looking back.

With a gentle splash of water and rippling waves, Yunping's figure vanished from Pujia Village.

Ye Yuchan and the others exchanged glances and followed suit, while the Array Saint Tai Baiqiu transformed into a wisp of white smoke and, together with Jiang Shaoguang who was holding the array diagram, entered the Falling Sky Pool.

On the trembling back of the mythical beast, deep within the village of Pujia, the village chief, Pu Gong, kept kowtowing, repeatedly praising his benefactor.

Only when his lips began to tremble from chanting did he slow down his kowtowing, and when he raised his head again—

Yunping and the others had already disappeared from sight.

……

……

Snow mountain.

After stepping into Luotian Pool, when everyone opened their eyes again, they found themselves on a towering snow-capped mountain.

The ground beneath my feet was soft white snow, and everything in sight was pure white.

Ye Yuchan blinked, feeling a chill emanating from her surroundings. She looked around blankly, but could see nothing but the white snow.

She tried channeling her spiritual energy into her eyes and gazing into the distance. She saw several small, cloud-like objects resting on the pure white ground. After staring at them intently for a while, she was astonished to discover—

That seems to be Hanyin City.

The surrounding wind was fierce, and the snowflakes danced rapidly, like sharp blades caught in a tornado. Ye Yuchan could even feel the snowflakes whipping her skin.

With her view somewhat obstructed, Ye Yuchan took a deep breath and asked Yun Ping, who had a calm expression beside her, "Old rogue, is this Luotian Mountain?"

The old rogue closed his eyes slightly, but opened them again after a few seconds: "It should be right."

“It doesn’t look much different from an ordinary snow mountain.” Gu Xingzhuo stood in the biting wind, his powerful spiritual energy protecting him from the blizzard. “It’s just that the wind and snow are a bit stronger.”

"Yes, they are indeed quite similar."

Tai Baiqiu chimed in, adding with a meaningful smile, "That is, assuming that Luotian Mountain is not suspended ten thousand meters in the air."

"Ten thousand meters in the air?!"

Ye Yuchan immediately closed her eyes and let her consciousness permeate down to her feet.

Within seconds, she opened her eyes in astonishment and exclaimed, "It's true... This Luotian Mountain is suspended in a corner of the Far Eastern Snowfield... above the clouds..."

Tai Baiqiu, standing on clouds and mist, chuckled upon hearing this and said calmly while stroking his fan, "It is said that there is a Heavenly Well in the Far East Snow Plains, which can be used to calculate human fate and foresee the future. This object is also connected to the mysterious things like the future and destiny, and it possesses some abilities that ordinary people cannot understand. It floats in the air to better absorb the spiritual energy of the heavens and to be in harmony with the Dao of Heaven."

"I see." Gu Xingzhuo adjusted his glasses and cut straight to the point: "Then where is this courtyard?"

"Don't rush."

Yun Ping gazed calmly ahead and smiled, "It seems some people are still not entirely at ease with the formations outside. They seem to have set up some strange things here as well."

"Something strange?"

Ye Yuchan immediately thought of some very ominous creatures.

In the next instant.

Suddenly, the snow beneath their feet began to shake violently, startling the three of them so much that they hurriedly circulated their internal energy to stabilize themselves.

Within the rapidly collapsing and crumbling snowfield, a colossal and terrifying figure slowly rose, its head resembling a palace. As it rose from the snowfield, the falling snow fell like a torrential downpour.

The enormous body, constructed from pure black bones, gradually unfolded. Clearly visible, its body was emanating waves of madness, unlike the chilling aura of demons, but rather pure chaos.

In the blink of an eye, the skeletons of several black dragons, each about fifty meters tall, appeared atop the Fallen Sky Mountain, encircling Yunping and the others.

The dark dragon bones were as tough as steel. Although they had no vocal cords, when the several dragons roared to the sky, the heavens and snow trembled violently. The power of their roars was as domineering as that of the rulers of all living beings!

This scene recurring confirmed Ye Yuchan's suspicions: "It's the Dragon Spirit again?!"

When she first came to this Far Eastern Snowfield, she passed through the Dragon Bone Wasteland and was tricked by the old rogue, forced to fight against those dragon spirits. The scene of being so frightened by the mighty dragons that her body went limp and her soul left her body is still vivid in her mind.

Unexpectedly, when we arrived at Luotian Mountain, we came here again!

"No, this time it's not the Dragon Spirit."

Yun Ping grinned and explained, "This time it's a real dragon. Although it's just a dragon corpse, it's still a dragon corpse that was frantically refined. As for its strength... it's probably around the Void Realm stage."

Void Realm... a dozen or so...

Ye Yuchan swallowed hard, then gave a wry laugh: "You old rogue, you'll make a move, won't you?"

Under Ye Yuchan's hopeful gaze, Yun Ping smiled gently.

With a wave of his right hand, he pulled an old man's rocking chair out of the void, lay down on it, and gave the three of them a hand gesture.

"Keep it up, I believe in you!"

Ye Yuchan: "...I knew it would be like this..."

Gu Xingzhuo: "I second that."

Jiang Shaoguang: "+1".

14. Ye Xuanqiu's Secret

The dragon roars through the nine heavens.

Although the Black Bone Dragon is dead, its bones, polluted by filth and chaos, possess even more savage power than when it was alive.

Claws like black swords slammed down from above, whipping up a curtain of white snow. A terrifying roar emanated from the trembling black bones. On the massive dragon head, two points of eerie light condensed into dark eyes, staring intently at Ye Yuchan and the others who had trespassed.

As the dragon bones that guard this place, they were given chaotic life by Ye Xuanqiu and Jue An. When Yun Ping and others arrived here, it was the moment they awakened.

Claws ripped through the sky, and several streaks of black light pressed down fiercely, tearing apart the snow-capped mountains with tremendous force.

Ye Yuchan drew her bow and nocked an arrow, her magical artifact, Black Rain, brimming with silver arrows. As black flames clung to it, the arrow pierced the air with a deafening roar.

call out!

The arrow pierced the dragon's bones, and the black flames attached to it immediately invaded the entire black dragon skeleton, but were absorbed by the black bones within a few seconds, and the wound was completely healed.

"It even comes with repair...tsk."

Ye Yuchan pursed her lips, then suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. Her feet shifted, and her figure immediately became a blur.

boom!

The dragon's claws slammed into the ground, but only stirred up rolling waves of snow; the silver-haired girl's figure vanished without a trace.

Amidst the swirling white snow, a streak of silver light flashed rapidly, passing by the feet and claws of the skeletal black dragon, and relentlessly unleashing a barrage of spirit arrows in all directions. Its speed was like a shuttle piercing through the snow, traversing the vast snowfield in just a few breaths.

Even though those chaotic black dragon skeletons had the cultivation of the Void Transformation stage, they couldn't catch that silver wisp no matter what. Even if they could see its trajectory, just as they were about to kill it, it would inexplicably slip away. It was like a live mudfish!

"That's interesting."

Suspended in the air, the Array Saint Tai Baiqiu narrowed his eyes with great interest and praised Ye Yuchan: "This girl's footwork is unpredictable and her archery skills are superb. She is a good prospect."

"Especially this footwork, it's unfathomable. Although it seems to lack any particular method, it manages to dodge every time with great difficulty, which adds a lot of mystery to it."

"This woman reminds me of the Heavenly Saint from back then; she has a similar appearance to the Archer Saint."

"Come on."

Faced with Tai Baiqiu's praise, the old rogue rolled his eyes to the sky and said, "What do you know? Her footwork is called mysterious?"

"What's wrong?" Tai Baiqiu frowned deeply. "Is something amiss?"

"Didn't you notice that she was actually avoiding me the whole time?"

Tai Baiqiu: "..."

Yunping glared at Ye Yuchan, who was busy dodging, and said, "This girl is just afraid of pain and death, so the so-called footwork she painstakingly developed is completely useless except for running away."

"Her sword steps are sharp and her bow steps are exquisite. Her footwork has always been comprehensive. Her footwork is useless except for running away. Where does this so-called exquisite and profound mean?"

At this point, the old rogue still felt that there must be something wrong with his teaching methods.

How come after all these years, Ye Yuchan is still playing the same old tricks—beating someone up if she can win, and running away if she can't?

Where did he learn this thug-like fighting style from?

The old rogue rubbed his chin and looked at the figure on the other side with Tai Baiqiu.

Gu Xingzhuo wielded his brush, the characters in his palm flying freely, rapidly writing chilling and deadly poems.

Whenever a dragon's roar came, he would use multiple methods, both offensive and defensive, to advance or retreat, and under the swirling ink rain, one killing poem after another would emerge.

Tai Baiqiu narrowed his eyes, still full of admiration: "This boy's literary talent is surging, he must have inherited your Dao, boy. His cultivation has reached the Void Realm, his mind is quick, and his potential to become a Saint is not low."

"It's still a long way off." The old rogue gave a helpless bitter laugh. "The fourth brother has a shallow emotional life. Don't be fooled by his unrestrained writing and his witty poems. In reality, he lacks emotion. To put it bluntly, his writing has no soul."

"Besides, this kid doesn't know how to express his feelings. He is like this in his personality and in his poetry. Even if he has a thousand emotions in his heart, he can't express them. It's not the right time for him to enter the world of literature."

Tai Baiqiu: "..."

He glared at Yunping with annoyance, then said, "Then let's see how your other apprentice is doing."