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

It was at this time that...

Because Ye Yuchan was walking backwards while talking to Fan Luokui and the others, she did not notice what was behind her.

After hearing that soft moan in her ear, Ye Yuchan turned around.

The petite, snow-white-skinned little girl bumped into Ye Yuchan's bottom. Since it was the only part of Ye Yuchan's body with a protrusion, the little snow girl was unsurprisingly knocked back to the ground.

Little Snow Maiden covered her head, tears welling in her eyes, and fell to the ground, raising her head with a pitiful expression.

Her pitiful gaze met Ye Yuchan's gaze in mid-air.

For a moment, a brilliant light flashed in the silver-haired girl's eyes.

"Oh, aren't you that little girl who cries for a long time after getting punched once!"

“呜欸？！”

Little Snow Woman was startled, and the tears that had been welling up in her eyes finally spilled down her cheeks.

Ye Yuchan blinked. "No, I haven't even hit you yet, why are you crying?"

As he uttered these words.

A disheveled boy in a white shirt appeared behind Ye Yuchan without her noticing.

The boy, hailed as the forging saint, silently raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

Followed by.

thump.

A muffled thud resounded.

The silver-haired girl's half-body was slammed vertically into the ground.

30. The Dramatic Changes in Hanyin City

They are no match for us.

Ye Yuchan, with half her body embedded in the ground, looked incredibly aggrieved. But since the old rogue wasn't around, she thought for a few seconds and realized that being aggrieved was pointless, so she returned to her usual calm expression.

At this moment, the disheveled boy dressed in white with his chest exposed was staring at Ye Yuchan with lazy, dead fish eyes: "Looks like the lesson I gave you last time wasn't enough. You still dare to bully our little Snow Maiden?"

"I really didn't bully her this time, she bumped into my butt herself!"

Upon hearing this, Xiaoxue Nu immediately shook her head and gestured repeatedly to the forging saint beside her.

The general idea is—

The thing I bumped into was very hard; it probably wasn't my butt.

Ye Yuchan: "???"

While rubbing Xiaoxue Nu's head, Duan Sheng glanced at Ye Yuchan at this moment.

Then he suddenly nodded inexplicably, his eyes even showing a hint of sigh and pity.

Honestly, Ye Yuchan felt an urge to cry right now, and even wanted to crawl out of the ground and smash the head of that old rogue who was somewhere far away.

This damn flat-chested body has already caused her a lot of suffering.

"Let's just let this go, but be more careful next time." The Forging Saint gently comforted Xiao Xue Nu for a couple of minutes, then glared at Ye Yu Chan and the others with annoyance: "So, where did you all go just now? I came out after finishing my work and found that you had all stood me up."

Ye Yuchan blinked: "Didn't you say it would take some time...? We didn't expect it to be so quick, so we went out for a walk first."

The young forging master raised an eyebrow slightly, and asked in confusion, "Oh, did I say that?"

"Have you been diagnosed with early-stage Alzheimer's disease?"

thump.

A violent shaking followed.

Ye Yuchan went from being half-buried in the ground to having only her head sticking out.

A large bump appeared on her head. Although she was in excruciating pain, she was deprived of even the right to crouch down and cover her head. Her hands were buried in the ground and she couldn't move.

The young forging master coldly glanced at Ye Yuchan, clapped his hands, and then said to Fan Luokui and the other two as if nothing had happened: "Alright, the things I promised to forge for you have been finished."

With a wave of his hand, he summoned four jet-black, rhomboid scales from his storage ring.

The black scales in my palm had changed shape considerably compared to when I had seen them before, but their size seemed to have been condensed, now only about the size of a fingernail.

Everyone looked at the black scales in the young Forging Saint's palm with slightly surprised expressions.

Gu Xingzhuo went even further and asked directly, "What is this...?"

"The finished product." The Forging Saint picked at his ear with his left hand and yawned: "It was made from thirty-two scales, and these are the four pieces."

Everyone: "..."

Although Ye Yuchan couldn't see the four scales from below, she figured they couldn't be that big.

At this moment, she couldn't help but mutter, "Could it be that you ate it all by yourself?"

The young-looking Forging Saint silently raised his foot.

The shadow overhead grew larger, and the silver-haired girl's face paled in surprise. She quickly summoned her survival instincts: "No, no, no, I was just saying it casually, don't take it seriously!"

"Your title of Forging Saint is well-deserved, how could you possibly keep it for yourself... Hehehe, I was just kidding, I was just kidding."

The forging saint silently retracted the foot he had raised.

He rolled his eyes at Ye Yuchan, then pointed to the four black scales in his palm and said, "These four black water scales are not armor, but they have abilities that are almost the same as armor. The method of using them is very simple: just pour your spiritual energy into them and hold them in your hand."

After handing the three Blackwater Scales to Fan Luokui and the other two, the young Forging Saint squatted down again, took the last Blackwater Scale, and said to Ye Yuchan, who looked bewildered, "Open your mouth."

"what?"

The moment Ye Yuchan opened her lips, the Forging Saint stuffed the last piece of Black Water Scale into her mouth.

The latter instinctively closed his lips tightly and used his teeth to clamp the scale.

In an instant, a bone-chilling cold swept over her entire body, so frightening that Ye Yuchan almost swallowed the scale whole.

"So cold! So cold! So cold! So cold!!!"

Ye Yuchan made indistinct sounds, tears welling up in her eyes.

The Forging Saint, however, didn't bother with the girl at all. Instead, he clapped his hands, as if he had solved a major problem, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Alright, I've taken care of things. You guys can go do whatever you want now. I'm going back to sleep."

He took Xiaoxue Nu's hand, turned around without looking back, and headed towards his little hut in the bamboo forest.

Before leaving, he turned back and left a message.

"Oh, right—"

"If that bastard of a teacher comes back, remember to tell him to come see me. I have something to talk to him about."

After speaking.

His figure gradually disappeared into the crowd, and when the crowd dispersed, the image of the Forging Saint was nowhere to be seen.

Fan Luo Kui held the chilling black water scale in her hand and fell into deep thought.

This mysterious forging master came and went quickly. After handing over the Black Water Scale to everyone, he left without any further pleasantries, as if nothing concerned him.

"After all, he was a sage who pioneered the Great Dao, so he would have some of his own personality."

Gu Xingzhuo took it in stride; he knew plenty of people with eccentric personalities.

Fan Luokui nodded in agreement, and after putting the Black Water Scale into his storage ring, he said in a deep voice, "Now that we have obtained this Black Water Scale, we should go and meet the two Demon Lords of the Demon Dynasty."

"Go straight there?" Jiang Shaoguang was surprised.

Fan Luokui raised her head and glanced at the sky, which was beginning to darken. "We can go back to Hanyin City to rest for a day."

The three nodded in agreement; fighting under the cover of darkness was not their forte.

After reaching an agreement, the three headed towards the outer walls of Ashina Castle. If they remembered correctly, the carriages there could take them back to Ashina Castle.

They hadn't taken more than a few steps when they heard a girl's shouts from behind.

"No, don't forget about me! Hey!"

Oh, right, the silly guy is still buried underground.

……

……

Ten minutes later.

"That's too much... That Forging Saint has no sense of chivalry whatsoever."

Inside Ashina Castle, on a bustling street no more than a hundred meters from the castle gate.

Ye Yuchan covered her head, muttering about how bad the young forging master was, her expression one of great distress.

Jiang Shaoguang glanced at Ye Yuchan from the side and said helplessly, "If it weren't for your loose tongue, Junior Sister, that Forging Saint wouldn't have made a move."

"I was just muttering a few words, really... why hit so hard? What if I had hit Ruoxue instead?"

Jiang Shaoguang: "..."

Thank goodness Junior Sister Ruoxue isn't here, otherwise you would have been hit by the Saint twice.

It was during this time that everyone was listening to Ye Yuchan's complaints while preparing to leave Ashina Castle.

The commotion at the city gate, however, drew everyone's attention.

Fan Luokui stopped in her tracks, her gaze involuntarily falling on the city gate where the guards were gathered.

The guards, clad in silver armor and wielding halberds, formed a defensive line, keeping the noisy residents outside. Meanwhile, the large number of ordinary people dressed in plain clothes outside the city were desperately trying to squeeze into Ashina Castle.

"I've said it so many times, no outsiders are allowed to enter the city without a pass!"

Standing behind the defensive line, a tall and muscular young cultivator with a sword hanging at his waist coldly shouted. He looked ruthlessly at the mortals trying to enter the city, his expression utterly indifferent.

"Let us in! Let us in now!!"

"I don't want to stay outside! I'll die, I'll definitely die!"

"Let us in quickly!!"