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

Yun Ping glanced at Jiang Shaoguang, his tone slightly uncertain: "Although it's just a guess, I have a very bold idea—"

"Using the remnant soul that was separated from itself, at the moment when the other half of the remnant soul died, with the help of the power of the Twenty-One Extremes... it merged with the other half of the soul."

"And the Twenty-One Extremes itself is very likely a part of the divine soul of the Kunxuan Origin Ancestor."

Jiang Shaoguang looked utterly horrified, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Ye Yuchan was also quite frightened; she suddenly felt as if she had come into contact with the truth of the world.

Everyone knows that the Twenty-One Extremes were created by the Kunxuan Origin Ancestor to control the heavens and earth and supervise all living beings, but no one has ever thought that the Twenty-One Extremes are actually a part of the Kunxuan Origin Ancestor's divine soul.

So that in the future, one might have the opportunity to reincarnate using the power of the Twenty-One Ultimate.

But the method of rebirth—

Ye Yuchan's face was ashen, and the silver-haired maid's pretty face was filled with gloom and frost. She couldn't help but say in a deep voice, "Isn't this just like being possessed and reborn?!"

"That's right, it's possession, and the one being possessed is oneself."

The methods Yunping used before were very similar to this one.

However, he possessed the essence of the twenty-one ultimate beings that he had hidden somewhere in the world beforehand, so it was essentially different from directly possessing himself.

Perhaps because the old rogue never died completely, he never really needed to use the Twenty-One Ultimate.

The Primordial Ancestor was an ancient being who created the world, so the price of reincarnation would naturally be heavier.

As for Ye Xuanqiu, whose soul had been shattered by him in the airspace, Yun Ping believed that it was just a wisp of Ye Xuanqiu's remnant soul clone, used specifically to test the abilities of a remnant soul.

In a short time.

Fan Luokui, Jiang Shaoguang, and Gu Xingzhuo all involuntarily focused their gazes on Ye Yuchan.

Her appearance was exactly the same as Ye Xuanqiu's.

Her voice was exactly the same as Ye Xuanqiu's.

Aside from their different temperaments and personalities, the two are completely identical!

They were all certain that Ye Xuanqiu and Ye Yuchan had an inseparable relationship.

What they are now facing is a terrible truth.

Ye Yuchan understood this fact.

A chill and fear flickered in her clear eyes. Her face turned deathly pale, her hands gripped her skirt tightly, her teeth clenched, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

She remained silent for a long time before asking in a trembling voice:

"so……"

"Am I... Ye Xuanqiu's... half-remnant soul?"

Yunping's eyes dimmed as he looked at the girl with a gloomy expression.

He didn't speak.

……

……

night.

The moonlight is silent.

Since there was nowhere else to stay in Luojiang Prefecture, everyone moved to the City Lord's Mansion.

Yuan Dong was very welcoming to everyone's arrival and deliberately lent out the most luxurious room in the city lord's mansion for Fan Luokui and the others to rest.

Due to certain special reasons, Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang decided to sleep in the same room for the time being, while Gu Xingzhuo said that he did not need to sleep, so he decided to wander around the city.

Old Hu, who was injured and needed to rest, was sent to the physician in the city lord's mansion.

And Ye Yuchan.

On the roof of the house with blue bricks and blue tiles.

Silver strands of hair were ruffled by the cold wind. Unable to fall asleep, he sat on the cold roof tiles, gazing at the distant ruins. The dilapidated state of Hanyin City came into view.

For the first time in many years, she began to doubt the meaning of her existence.

That kind of thing happens quite often, doesn't it?

At night, lying in bed, I ponder the meaning of life and begin to imagine myself bringing glory to my ancestors and reaching the pinnacle of life. But then I think... what's the point?

If you can't take anything with you after you die, then what is the meaning of life?

Ye Yuchan used to think that one should just be a good person, not overthink things, enjoy the pleasures of being human, and then be buried peacefully, turning to ashes and that would be the end of it.

Maybe future generations will even praise them and use them to brag about their achievements.

For example—my grandma used to be a powerful cultivator at the Void Refinement stage; she could have crippled your dad with a single slap.

Or perhaps—my master's archery skills are so amazing that he could shoot down the sun with a single arrow.

Even though I'd be completely dead by then, just thinking about it makes me feel pretty good.

But now it's different.

After realizing that her existence was merely a vessel for possession and rebirth from the very beginning, she suddenly felt somewhat aggrieved.

Damn it, why?

Why me of all people?

The slender, jade-like hand that was holding the blue tile had veins bulging on the back of its hand, and with a bit of force, it actually managed to crack the tile.

Ye Yuchan felt a surge of irritation. She took a deep breath of the cool night air and tried to calm herself down.

She always had the feeling that she shouldn't even be alive in this world.

Although Ye Yuchan understood that this idea was too negative and pessimistic, she had to admit that once she learned that her existence was just an "object" used by Ye Xuanqiu for reincarnation, she felt that everything was fine no matter what.

It doesn't matter anymore.

This is roughly what is meant by utter despair.

It was at this time that...

"I'm not saying this to be mean, but what's with this habit of you people running to the rooftop when you're in a bad mood?"

The young man's voice rang out.

Ye Yuchan's eyes suddenly lit up, but then the light in her eyes abruptly dimmed, filled with a deep despair.

In the past, she would definitely have turned around and made a few sarcastic remarks at this point.

I'm not in the mood right now.

The young man in white, holding a wine pot, drank his wine while quietly moving closer to Ye Yuchan.

He sat down, looked at Ye Yuchan who refused to look at him and instead stared intently at the distant full moon, and suddenly chuckled.

"What do you mean? You're not even willing to look at your own teacher anymore?"

Ye Yuchan didn't reply, but sighed and said weakly, "There's nothing to say to you."

Wow, that reaction almost startled the old rogue.

Yunping raised an eyebrow, then picked up his wine glass and poured some wine into it.

The bright moonlight fell on the calm wine, reflecting the girl's fair face and her eyes that seemed to hold hidden gloom. However, the reflected moonlight and the girl's eyes overlapped on the wine, as if trying to dispel the mist within them.

"Want some drinks?"

"Don't drink."

"Really not drinking any at all?"

"No! Drink!"

Ye Yuchan spoke slowly and deliberately, her tone firm yet awkward.

Yunping awkwardly put down his wine glass and muttered under his breath, "She looks like a girl throwing a tantrum at her boyfriend."

Ye Yuchan's pretty face flushed slightly, and she glared at Yun Ping with annoyance: "I! Didn't!"

"Okay, okay, if you don't, you don't. Speaking one word at a time is kind of scary."

"you--!"

Ye Yuchan was so angry that she wanted to punch the smirking old rogue on the spot, but as soon as she raised her fist, she saw Yun Ping's smiling face and realized that the two of them were so close.

The anger in his heart dissipated instantly, and he withdrew his fist in annoyance.

She turned her head away, avoiding looking at Yunping, and stared at the bright moon.

"I can't be bothered to talk to you."

Yunping smiled slightly.

The night breeze brushed against his face, unusually lifting the young man's hair and the hem of his clothes.

His voice was surprisingly gentle.

"You're too lazy to talk to me, but I'd love to talk to you."

"What are you going to talk about?" Ye Yuchan asked coldly.

Yunping took a sip of sake, looked up, and gazed at the sky.

"Let's talk about life."

34. The so-called immortals

"Talk about life? What's there to talk about in life..."

Ye Yuchan had no intention of pimping with Yun Ping. She rested her chin on one hand, stared at the full moon with her dark eyes, and pursed her lower lip in annoyance.

Yunping could understand the girl's feelings at that moment.

He sighed and then laughed in a relaxed tone: "Life is long, so it's best to start thinking about it when you're young, otherwise you won't have the time or energy to think about it when you're old."

"No matter what, I'm your senior, in every sense of the word. I know a lot about the philosophy of life."

"Not interested." Ye Yuchan pouted, her face full of impatience.