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

"It's no use if relatives come; just keep it to yourself."

Yunping flicked his right hand, pulling the girl who wanted to desert back into the air.

Ye Yuchan's face was filled with terror. She hurriedly tried to break free from Yun Ping's restraints, shouting, "No! I'm really on my period! If something goes wrong when we're flying on the sword, it'll rain blood from the sky!"

"You won't get wet, what are you afraid of?"

"No... I don't want to go to heaven!!"

"Humans always have to ascend to heaven."

Yunping raised his head, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his face showing a profound understanding of all things in the mortal world.

"It's just that some people need a little help."

The flying sword beneath his feet suddenly began to tremble violently.

The four from Yuntian Academy knew...

Their disaster is coming.

A smile appeared on Yun Ping's face, and he pointed his right hand to the sky, uttering the following words:

"Go away!"

shhhhhhhh!

Four beams of silver light shot out like arrows, their speed far exceeding the limits achievable by cultivators in the Void Transformation stage.

In less than half a second, the four figures completely disappeared from Hanyin City, turning into four small black dots that gradually vanished into the distant clouds.

Having settled everything, Yunping looked in the direction the group had gone and nodded in satisfaction.

It was at this time that...

Yuan Dong, the city lord of Hanyin City, who had been observing everything from the sidelines, stared blankly at Yun Ping, who seemed to have completed his mission.

After a brief silence, he asked, "Senior, aren't you afraid they'll fail at flying on their swords?"

"what?"

Yunping turned around and looked at Yuan Dong, whose face was filled with worry.

He stroked his chin, pondered for a couple of seconds, and then said, "Actually, I think that even if they fail and fall from the sky, they shouldn't suffer any major damage."

"And even if they do nothing but stand on the sword and feel the cold wind, they will still reach their destination."

Yuan Dong asked, puzzled, "Why?"

"Because from the very beginning, this was not the [Flying Sword Express]."

"It's the Flying Sword Intercontinental Ballistic Missile!"

……

……

now.

High above the clouds.

"Ahhhh-"

Her delicate features were distorted by the cold wind. Ye Yuchan felt herself moving forward at an unimaginable speed, and the oncoming wind and waves cut into her skin like sharp blades.

Fortunately, her physical body was strong enough that she could withstand this level of strain.

But the problem is-

"That's way too high!!"

Although there were snow-white clouds below, Ye Yuchan couldn't help but tremble when she thought about how she was in the cold sky.

Although it was shameful for a cultivator to have a fear of heights... Ye Yuchan really thought that flying swords were terrifying!

Given the incredible speed of the flying sword, Ye Yuchan almost thought she was about to undergo a wormhole jump or even interstellar travel.

Who can stand this!

What made her even more uneasy was...

She felt a strange urge welling up inside her, and if this continued, there was a high chance she would wet herself in fear.

If the female protagonist gets so scared while flying on a sword that she wets her pants, then her life is over.

It was at this critical moment that Gu Xingzhuo, who was relatively still beside Ye Yuchan, noticed her panic and quickly said:

"Junior Sister Yu Chan, quickly try flying on your sword!"

Sword control...that's right, sword control!

Ye Yuchan thought that if she could learn to fly on a sword immediately, she could stay suspended in mid-air for the time being, at least to stop the terrible urge to urinate...

She quickly tried to channel her spiritual energy into the sword, and then she vaguely felt that she could grasp an invisible tendon in the sword. After channeling her spiritual energy into this tendon, it formed a loop with the soles of her feet.

hum~

In the blink of an eye, her brain seemed to receive a large amount of information, and she felt as if she had become one with the flying sword beneath her feet.

Ye Yuchan, who was moving at high speed, suddenly slowed down drastically and came to a complete stop in mid-air a few seconds later.

"Junior Sister Yu Chan?!"

The three, including Gu Xingzhuo, who were still moving, turned around in astonishment.

She learned it already?!

On the other side, Ye Yuchan, relieved, shouted to the three while controlling her flying sword:

"I'll... I'll rest for a bit first... You guys go ahead, I'll catch up right away..."

Ye Yuchan's words reached the ears of the three of them.

The next second, the three figures disappeared into the distance.

Although she didn't know if they had heard her shout, Ye Yuchan decided to hold off for now...

Her eyes glanced at the rolling clouds below, and she swallowed hard.

With her legs trembling uncontrollably, a bold idea suddenly popped into Yu Chan's mind.

Or... she could use her sword-flying technique to fly down to the ground first, and then use another method to get to the Demon Dynasty's territory?

Letting her continue using the flying sword is worse than letting her die...

And I can also take a break and skip that damned flying sword of that old rogue. It's killing two birds with one stone!

"Hehehe..."

It was at this moment that Ye Yuchan was feeling fortunate for her brilliant idea.

The flying sword beneath his feet suddenly began to vibrate violently.

At the same time, a cold, mechanical voice emanated from the flying sword.

[The technique for sword control has been established.]

[Activate preparatory formation, activate target guidance, activate power amplification]

"??? What the heck?"

Ye Yuchan was startled.

Did the flying sword speak?

[Target: The location of the Demon Lord of the Demon Dynasty]

[Target successfully located]

[Flying Sword Intercontinental Ballistic Missile Launch]

Intercontinental ballistic missile?

Before Ye Yuchan could react, an even more terrifying impact swept over her body in the next instant, forcing her to be thrown away along with the flying sword!

Sword control technique! Sword control technique!

Ye Yuchan suddenly realized that his sword control technique was completely useless; the flying sword ignored him and sped forward at an extremely terrifying speed.

High in the sky, the girl's scream echoed.

"You old scoundrel, you're messing with me again!!!"

at the same time.

In the city lord's mansion of Hanyin City, a young man in white robes crossed his legs, gazed at the bright sky in the distance, and took a sip of tea.

"Today is another beautiful day."

37. Old Father Erhei

The snowy plains of the far east.

Demon Dynasty stronghold.

In order to better absorb the so-called Dragon Cough virus from the depths of the Far Eastern Snowfield, the Demon Dynasty cultivators inevitably built a small town on this vast snowfield using the formations used to construct their cave dwellings.

High walls that protect against wind and snow surround countless cave dwellings standing atop the snow-capped mountains. Though called a town, it is more like an unfinished sect.

Of course, they had no reason to refine the buildings, because the people of the Demon Dynasty already knew that the Dragon Cough virus had its limits. Although they could not absorb all of the Dragon Cough virus in a short period of time, it would eventually run out. They had no need to leave too many traces of themselves in this Far Eastern Snowfield.

—After all, once the Demon Dynasty rules the Desolate Heaven Domain, it's unknown which Demon Lord will be given this land. If it's built too well and can't be completely demolished, that would be a huge problem.

At least Erhei felt that the cave dwelling and such could be just a formality; the most important thing was to absorb the Dragon Cough virus.

"Ugh... my stomach really hurts."

On the snow-capped mountains of the Far East, at the foot of a mountain where there was only a light breeze and light snow, the young man shook his head helplessly. He felt a pang of sadness whenever he thought about what he had encountered before.

The surrounding area was filled with an extremely dense concentration of dragon's cough virus, and the crimson gas that had almost materialized spread out.

For demonic cultivators, the corpse energy emanating from the ancestral dragon's body is an excellent tonic, even more convenient and faster than killing someone to seize their soul and refining their flesh and blood.

However, Erhei had no intention of using this opportunity to cultivate. Instead, he sat in the pavilion with a worried look on his face, glancing at the various cave dwellings standing in front of him. He had no interest in cultivation at all.

He's obsessed with women right now.