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

However, she didn't directly urge Yunping to leave, nor did she leave on her own initiative. Instead, she sat silently on the corrugated iron roof, as if waiting for something.

The old rogue knew exactly what the girl meant; that's just how she is.

"Not being interested doesn't mean you can ignore it; it's part of a teacher's role in imparting knowledge and resolving doubts."

"As a teacher, it's my responsibility to help you understand life—"

Ye Yuchan silently added, revealing an expression that said she had seen through everything: "How wonderful?"

Yunping chuckled, looking at Ye Yuchan with great interest.

Then he added what he hadn't finished saying earlier.

"How ridiculous."

Ye Yuchan: "???"

No, shouldn't we be saying something positive at this time?

Ye Yuchan was somewhat bewildered.

She's heard countless platitudes in her life, so even if an old rogue tried to persuade her with all sorts of platitudes about the good life, she probably wouldn't listen.

She's almost bursting from drinking so much chicken soup... she's almost forgotten what the word "beautiful" even looks like.

Before Ye Yuchan could react, Yun Ping sighed with a look of melancholy.

"It's not that I'm saying this, but life is really damn damn stupid. You work yourself to the bone, running around every day for trivial things, just to survive, or to live better, but in the end you still have to kick the bucket."

"You can't take anything with you when you're born, and you can't take anything with you when you die. That's really how life is. There are always more unpleasant things than pleasant things, but you're too lazy to remember the unpleasant things."

A shadow fell over Ye Yuchan's forehead, and she couldn't help but complain, "Why are you complaining so much... Can't you say something positive?"

“Positive? What a load of bull!” Yunping took a sip of his drink and rolled his eyes at Ye Yuchan. “Where in life is there anything positive? Humans start suffering from the moment they are born.”

……

—Are you here to comfort me or to persuade me to die?

The silver-haired maid silently raised her dead fish eyes, looking at Yunping as if she were looking at a straight-laced man.

Does this old scoundrel even have a brain?

When Yunping saw Ye Yuchan's lifeless, dull eyes, he immediately felt that her gaze was somewhat similar to his own. He paused for a moment, then smiled with satisfaction and said, "Little girl, your eyes are quite good. You have a bit of my style. It seems that you will be completing your apprenticeship soon."

"This is the look in my eyes when I'm completely despondent." Ye Yuchan pressed her finger to her lower eyelid, made a face at Yun Ping, and said reproachfully, "It's not the same as your carefree look."

Yunping clicked his tongue and said proudly, "So you're only 'almost' a master, not quite at my level yet."

"Your level of attainment... is it the level of just loafing around and waiting to die?"

"Hey, you're absolutely right. My current level is just about loafing around and waiting to die."

"This level is just the level of a useless person." Yu Chan crossed her arms in front of her, making a big prohibition gesture, her tone full of disdain: "Sorry, I can't talk to useless people."

The old rogue wasn't angry at being called a useless person, nor did he have any special reaction.

He crossed his legs, continued drinking his wine, basking in the moonlight, squinting his eyes, a hint of contentment on his face.

The night breeze was refreshing, but the scenery of Hanyin City was rather bleak. In the past, the scenery of Hanyin City at night was a unique feature.

The sight of this place, filled with ashes and dust, only intensifies the sense of gloom.

Ye Yuchan was one such example.

She was already in a bad mood and even began to doubt the meaning of her life. She thought the old rogue would say something positive, but to her surprise, the old rogue, who suddenly transformed into Iron Man, kept complaining and saying negative things.

Ye Yuchan grew angrier the more she thought about it, and finally had the idea of ​​simply leaving and going back to her room to shut herself off.

Before she could even get up, Yunping suddenly threw a question at her.

"Hey Little Cicada, I have a question that's been on my mind for a while now—"

"What's the problem?" Ye Yuchan froze as she stood up, turning back in confusion.

Yunping also turned his head to meet Ye Yuchan's eyes.

"What do you think constitutes an immortal?"

"Xian?"

Why ask such a strange question all of a sudden?

Ye Yuchan frowned. Although she thought the question was ridiculous, she still answered truthfully: "If we're talking about immortals, then someone like you, who can instantly kill the heavens and the earth with a wave of their hand, and say things like 'My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens'..."

"That's just chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)..."

“Isn’t that how all immortals are?” Ye Yuchan felt she hadn’t said anything wrong and said matter-of-factly, “With cultivation reaching the heavens and being invincible under heaven, isn’t that how it is?”

Yunping shook his head with a wry smile.

He filled his glass with wine, then, as if remembering something, spilled the wine at his feet.

This is the practice of offering wine to the dead.

The young man in white looked a little haggard, but a hint of nostalgia appeared in his eyes: "What you're talking about is called an immortal in terms of realm, not a real immortal. It's just a title given by those cultivators, referring to the most powerful cultivators."

Ye Yuchan stared blankly at the spilled wine at Yun Ping's feet and couldn't help but ask, "What is that immortal? An old man refining pills? Or the emperor hosting the Peach Banquet?"

"neither."

Yunping shook his head, raised his wine glass, and looked up at the moonlit sky.

He raised a glass to someone who no longer exists and said slowly, "There are many immortals in the world; I know no fewer than ten."

"One of them is my close friend. His life was very short, but also very brilliant."

"Carefree and unrestrained, he lives for only one country, for his country and for himself. He said he didn't know what his country would be like in the future, but upon reflection, that's all after he dies, what does it have to do with him?"

"He said that, but in the end, he still left a remnant of his soul waiting underground, because he knew very well who he was."

Yunping brought the wine glass to his lips, took a sip, and continued speaking under Ye Yuchan's bewildered gaze.

Qianxun Novel Free Transfer Group 255595300 "There used to be a Spirit Gathering Realm Immortal. Yes, that's right, Spirit Gathering Realm. He didn't know how to cultivate at all, he didn't have the talent. But even though he was only at the Spirit Gathering Realm, he was once the prime minister of a country."

"Later, he resigned from his position as prime minister. The emperor of that empire went to find him to return, but he refused. Not only did he refuse, he even beat the emperor, who was at the Void Realm, with a wine bottle. The emperor didn't dare to fight back."

At this point, Yun Ping glanced at Ye Yuchan: "Do you think that cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm has a powerful background?"

Ye Yuchan nodded in agreement.

Isn't that obvious? Daring to beat up a Spirit Gathering cultivator who is a Void Realm Emperor? That's bullshit!

As it turned out, Yunping really did start talking nonsense.

"He really has no background. According to him, after that bottle was smashed, he never thought he would survive."

"As it turned out, the emperor valued him, but he still refused to go. In the end, the emperor directly brought him back to the palace, and he died the next day."

……

Why did Ye Yuchan find this story so insane?

With a strange expression, she asked, "How did you die? Suicide?"

"No, he drank too much and died of drunkenness."

Ye Yuchan: "You old rogue, are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding you. That person is a real immortal, a wine immortal."

Yunping chuckled: "Back then, he was willing to resign from his position as prime minister for the sake of wine, he was willing to beat up an emperor who was at the Void Realm for the sake of wine, and he was willing to give up cultivation for the rest of his life for the sake of wine."

“I asked him at the time, why are you so obsessed with alcohol.”

His answer was simple—because I like it.

"Born for wine, dying for wine, dreaming of himself in his drunken dreams, not of butterflies. He once said that his dream was always just him, drinking among the flowers, sleeping under the trees, and dying from drinking one day, being buried somewhere by random people."

"He knows who he is, he knows he's just a wine jar, that's why he's a celestial being."

……

Ye Yuchan shook her head after hearing this.

"I don't know."

Yun Ping looked directly into Ye Yuchan's puzzled and somewhat bewildered eyes and said softly, "Just like you don't understand who you are."

"……who I am?"

Ye Yuchan blinked: "Aren't I just Ye Yuchan?"

"If you really thought that, you wouldn't be sitting here right now."

Ye Yuchan was taken aback upon hearing this, and her eyes suddenly dimmed.

She gritted her teeth, finally took a deep breath, and her voice was hoarse, as if it contained sand: "It's also a tool that Ye Xuanqiu used for reincarnation..."

"Yes."

Yunping did not deny Ye Yuchan's words.

This affirmative action caused immense trauma to Ye Yuchan's heart.

She felt a strange palpitation, as if her heart had been pierced by a sword.

If he had to choose between Ye Xuanqiu and himself... the old rogue would definitely choose Ye Xuanqiu, right?

After all, he had only spent about fifty years with Yunping.

Ye Xuanqiu, on the other hand, was the woman who accompanied Emperor Wen for almost his entire life.

The emotions nurtured by time are simply not on the same level.

"But you have another identity."

Yunping placed his hand on Ye Yuchan's head.

The dimness in the latter's eyes dissipated slightly, and he looked up in surprise.

The young man in the white shirt looked at the bright moon, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“You are not only a tool used by Ye Xuanqiu to revive, but also the sixth student of Yuntian Academy, my disciple, Zhang Ruoxue’s senior sister, and the master of the magic weapon Black Rain.”

"Your problem is that you suddenly don't know who you are, which is why you climbed onto this roof in the middle of the night to bask in the moonlight."

"A person can have many identities in their life, but few people can take any one identity to the extreme. Those who connect those identities with themselves are what are called immortals."