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

Ye Yuchan finally ended her money-spending cultivation because she simply didn't have the money to continue supporting her research on the Great Dao.

So the old rogue took pity on her and gave the girl fifty million to use for cultivation.

As a result, Ye Yuchan got too excited and almost couldn't resist rushing up to kiss Yunping—but in the end, she was forced to give up because it was too embarrassing.

"So, you want to deal with those demonic dynasty cultivators who have taken root in the Far Eastern Snowfield?"

Back to topic.

Yun Ping sat at the table, looking at Fan Luo Kui with a heavy expression, and couldn't help but say, "Let me see the Black Water Scale that the Forging Saint kid made for you before."

Fan Luo Kui looked at Ye Yu Chan, while the silver-haired maid understood and placed all the black water scales in front of the cloud.

The old rogue picked up one of the scales, examined it closely, and after confirming the extent of the black water penetration, said earnestly, "This black water scale does indeed have the ability to resist that chaos—that dragon cough virus—but it doesn't last long; at most, it can only last for two hours."

"So short?" Jiang Shaoguang frowned. "Putting aside whether we are a match for those two demon lords, even if we win, it will definitely be a tough battle... Two hours may not be enough."

"Moreover, it will take us time to penetrate deep into the Demon Dynasty's territory." Gu Xingzhuo also agreed that two hours was far too short: "Just meeting those two Demon Lords will take who knows how long..."

"teacher--"

Fan Luokui stared at Yun Ping, her golden eyes filled with determination.

Do you have a solution?

She understood that Yunping was the only one who could help them.

He was also the only person capable of helping them solve their problems.

However, this time, Yunping had no intention of taking action himself.

His gaze fell on Fan Luokui, this stubborn girl with an almost excessive sense of responsibility, who hadn't changed at all after all these years.

He didn't think sticking to his principles was a bad thing.

However, Yun Ping did not answer Fan Luo Kui, but instead asked, "Luo Kui, if I weren't here, would you still choose to attack the Demon Dynasty?"

Fan Luokui was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

She remained silent for a long time, her mind racing, before finally replying, "If the teacher isn't here, I might ask someone else for help."

What if no one can help you?

Yunping stared at Fan Luokui.

His words were heavier than ever before.

"Would you go even if it meant suicide?"

This time, Fan Luokui took less time to think than before.

Her answer was clear.

"meeting."

Jiang Shaoguang took a deep breath, his face as if covered with a layer of frost.

Upon receiving Fan Luokui's reply, Yunping smiled with satisfaction.

"You're still the same as before, so stubborn."

"Because that's what I have to do."

Yunping chuckled: "Looks like I didn't corrupt you."

He stood up, flicked his sleeve, and then turned his back, leaving behind a not-so-imposing silhouette.

The young man in white, a faint smile playing on his lips, said softly:

"What I just said is a false proposition. Your teacher will definitely help you."

"This is an exam. After such a long time apart, your teacher should see how much you have grown."

Gu Xingzhuo also stood up and asked curiously, "Teacher, how are you going to help us?"

"This time, I will be the proctor and will not participate in any battle."

"but--"

He turned to the side, revealing a mysterious smile.

"I can still take you to the exam venue."

36. Not a match for them...

"There was once a very classic saying that sparked a certain fashion trend in the era of cultivating immortality."

Inside Hanyin City.

A vast training ground.

The young man in the white shirt spoke eloquently, putting on dark sunglasses and striking a very professional pose.

He glanced at the four disciples with strange expressions in front of him and smiled slightly.

"Riding the wind on a sword, vanquishing demons across the land, sword control is a basic skill that we cultivators use to show off... no, I mean, to vanquish demons and defend the righteous path."

"There was an important reason why I didn't teach you before."

The silver-haired maid blinked curiously: "What's the reason?"

"Good question."

Yunping straightened his chest, put his hands behind his back, and the sunlight reflected from his sunglasses made everyone's eyes a little dizzy.

As the dean of Yuntian Academy, Yun Ping confidently answered Ye Yuchan's question:

"Because I forgot."

……

……

The four of them almost rolled their eyes to the top of their heads.

Yunping completely ignored the eye roll his disciple gave him and continued, "But it's okay, this thing is very simple. With your cultivation level and comprehension, you should be able to master it immediately."

At this point, Yunping felt somewhat fortunate.

Thank goodness Ruoxue wasn't here, otherwise it would have taken her another ten days to half a month to teach her sword control techniques...

It was at this moment that Gu Xingzhuo suddenly raised his hand.

Yun Ping nodded and said, "Xing Zhuo, please speak if you have any questions—"

"Teacher, isn't the Sword Control Technique essentially about walking on air? If so, won't we still be discovered once we enter the territory?"

I don't think so.

Yunping shook his head, denying Gu Xingzhuo's guess.

Under the questioning gazes of the four, Yunping pointed to the four swords lying quietly in a row in the distance.

The four longswords looked quite ordinary, without any special features, and they weren't even considered magical artifacts; they were just the most common and ordinary iron swords.

"Even among mortals, there are those who run fast and those who run slow, let alone cultivators and magical artifacts? If the sword control technique is used well, it can naturally achieve a speed of a thousand miles a day. The speed is so fast that cultivators with low cultivation levels cannot even perceive it."

"And if that doesn't work, you can fly higher~ Soar above the clouds, and very few people will be able to detect you."

“That’s true—” Jiang Shaoguang suddenly felt a sense of foreboding and said somewhat fearfully, “Teacher, I want to ask, how can we fly above the clouds? We haven’t learned sword control techniques yet, and our cultivation level doesn’t seem to be high enough for us to fly that high.”

"Yeah, can't we try a different approach?"

Ye Yuchan also chimed in, saying that she had never really wanted to take the "Flying Sword Express" that the old rogue had mentioned.

Of course, the reason why Ye Yuchan was unhappy was—

She is afraid of heights.

However, Yunping had already anticipated everyone's doubts.

He proudly puffed out his chest and confidently said, "I told you, I will personally take you to the examination hall—so naturally I will help you."

"..."

The ominous premonition grew clearer.

Even Fan Luo Kui sensed something was amiss, and she asked softly, "How exactly will you help, teacher?"

"I'll just give you a little push."

Yun Ping waved his hand, signaling Fan Luo Kui not to overthink it: "Alright, alright, hurry up and get on."

The four exchanged glances and saw fear in each other's eyes.

I have a feeling something terrible is about to happen.

With trepidation, Ye Yuchan stepped onto the ordinary iron sword. Curious, she squatted down and carefully examined the flying sword inside and out. Then, she shook her head in confusion.

This flying sword looks like an ordinary iron sword, not even a magic weapon. It can only carry a small amount of spiritual energy. How can you possibly fly into the sky with this thing? Flying at a height of a little over a hundred meters would be the limit.

She suddenly realized that Yunping was definitely up to something weird again, so she quickly turned around with a smile and gave him a flirtatious wink: "Hey, you old rogue, how about... I try a different approach?"

"hehe."

Yunping suddenly let out a rather smug sneer.

Looking at that incredibly irritating smile, Ye Yuchan's fake smile gradually disappeared.

She suddenly realized that something seemed amiss.

When our silver-haired maid was about to escape from the flying sword, she was shocked to find that her legs seemed to be completely glued to the flying sword, and she couldn't move an inch!

What happened?!

Ye Yuchan suddenly raised her head and stared at Yun Ping's smug, irritating grin: "You put glue on the sword?!"

"No~" Yun Ping rolled her eyes at her, then smiled and said, "I just added a small magic array to prevent you from falling down halfway."

This statement came out.

The other three tried to get off the sword, but just as Yunping had said, their legs were stuck to the sword and they couldn't get off at all!

Ye Yuchan sensed something was wrong and immediately, like a rabbit, took the iron sword and did a standing long jump.

"I...I'm not feeling well. My relatives are visiting, so I'll have to leave now."