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

Gu Xingzhuo stared at Erhei as if facing a formidable enemy, wary of a sudden attack at any moment, and said coldly at the same time, "Your idea... is very selfish."

"People are selfish; it's just that some people dare to admit it, while others don't."

Erhei met Gu Xingzhuo's gaze without fear, seemingly having discerned something, and said calmly, "Don't think so highly of people. Face the reality of human cowardice and inferiority. Those who are bound by so-called morality mostly end up in bad situations."

"All right."

Erhei shrugged, the smile on his face gradually fading.

"We've finished our nonsense, isn't it time to get started?"

hum~

The saint's imposing aura made the air itself murmur!

Ye Yuchan's legs suddenly sank, and she immediately felt as if her body was out of control. The blood in her body began to surge wildly and hotly, and even her spiritual energy had a vague sense of uncontrollable madness.

Gu Xingzhuo's body also trembled. The two looked at each other and then unleashed all their spiritual energy without reservation.

"Let me see just how capable the Cloud Heaven Academy, which is wanted by both the Demon Dynasty and the Immortal Capital, really is."

As soon as he finished speaking...

Erhei's figure suddenly appeared above Ye Yuchan and the other person.

With a casual wave of his hand, the surrounding ink instantly exploded, condensing in mid-air into a beautiful and magnificent landscape painting using some extremely mysterious method.

However, it was not a painting for appreciation. The magnificent, continuous mountains formed by the ink suddenly materialized in the next instant, and the huge mountains descended from the sky!

Ye Yuchan quickly bent down and shot an arrow containing explosive spiritual energy towards the bottom of the mountain. The arrow exploded with spiritual energy the moment it touched the heavy mountain.

boom!

A deafening roar resounded, but the seemingly massive explosion only caused the mountain formed from solidified ink to pause for a second before it pressed down again with overwhelming force.

Seeing this, Gu Xingzhuo swung his ink brush with his right hand, flicking the ink away, while at the same time grabbing Ye Yuchan's wrist with his left hand.

Just a second before the ink was about to fly out of the mountain's coverage area, the giant mountain, which was enough to crush a person to death, had already fallen.

Ye Yuchan had no choice but to lie down with Gu Xingzhuo at the same time, and at the same time, she stood the magic weapon Black Rain upright!

Boom!

The black rain, caught between the ground and the mountains, curved to a certain extent, and even creaked a few times.

As she gazed at the giant mountain that was drawing ever closer and at the black rain that was emitting "screams" beside her, Ye Yuchan's face paled, and she looked at Gu Xingzhuo beside her.

It was at this time that...

The ink that was flung out finally escaped the area covered by the mountains.

Gu Xingzhuo murmured an incantation, and in the next instant, he, along with Ye Yuchan and the magical artifact Black Rain, simultaneously traversed space and teleported to the location of the ink liquid in the distance.

The mountains collapsed.

But the moment that terrifying and magnificent mountain landed, its majestic and imposing form transformed into countless streams of ink, forming a raging, incessant wave that devoured everything, creating a terrifying tsunami-like surge that rushed towards Ye Yuchan and Gu Xingzhuo in the distance.

Upon seeing this, Gu Xingzhuo immediately wielded his brush and painted a picture of the Yangtze River surging in mid-air.

Suddenly, spiritual energy surged.

Suddenly, towering waves surged forth in front of Gu Xingzhuo and Ye Yuchan, rushing towards the terrifying, tsunami-like waves with equal ferocity!

Water against water, wave against wave!

"Oh?"

Erhei, standing on black and white ink, raised an eyebrow and looked at Gu Xingzhuo with great interest.

"Colleague... Ah, it's been a long time."

40. Madman

The waves surged.

The sound of the crashing waves at the foot of the snow-capped mountains echoed in my ears.

Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang, who were climbing up the mountainside, exchanged a glance and both looked down with concern.

The rolling black waves seemed about to engulf the other side. Judging from the current situation, Erhei was probably also a cultivator of the literary path.

Can Yu Chan and the others... manage it?

With a hint of worry in his eyes, Jiang Shaoguang clenched his fists.

only--

Fan Luokui silently shifted her gaze back to the mountaintop and said calmly, "They're fine... Senior Sister Ye and Senior Brother Gu are both very strong, they'll be alright."

"But they were facing a saint..."

"We will also be facing a saint in a little while."

Fan Luokui turned to the side and looked at Jiang Shaoguang: "We can't let our senior sisters and brothers down, right?"

Jiang Shaoguang could not refute the words of the cherry-haired girl.

He slowly shifted his gaze from below and, together with Fan Luokui, continued climbing the towering snow-capped mountain.

The snow mountain wasn't actually that tall, but for some reason, as Jiang Shaoguang walked on it, he always felt a strange force under his feet preventing him from moving forward.

It's as if there's something on the snow-capped mountain that doesn't want others to come.

Fan Luokui naturally felt the same way.

But before they could figure out the reason, as they climbed higher, the sound of the crashing waves grew fainter and fainter—

A long, drawn-out string melody suddenly appeared in my ears.

"What is that sound...?"

Jiang Shaoguang stopped and looked towards the source of the sound: "Is it coming from up there?"

“The singing…the music…” Fan Luokui frowned: “I’ve never heard this song before.”

The two exchanged another glance and unanimously concluded that the song might possess some kind of eerie power.

Their pace slowed and they became more cautious, as they began circulating their spiritual energy through their meridians just in case.

If a piercing, demonic sound were to occur, the two would immediately shut off their hearing to block out the strange, demonic sound.

But this time, they were all wrong.

The long, melodious strings echoed in my ears, the clear flute music floated into the sky, the mournful sound of the pipa rose like waves, and the heavy, dull drumbeats continued endlessly.

When Fan Luokui and Jiang Shaoguang reached the summit of the snow-capped mountain, what they saw was a band.

Everywhere you look, there are zithers, drums, sheng (a type of reed pipe), erhu (a two-stringed bowed instrument), pipa (a four-stringed lute), xiao (a vertical bamboo flute), and dizi (a type of flute)...

Too many to list.

At this moment, a band composed of countless instruments is playing a piece of music that the two of them have never heard before, a melody that is slightly mournful and contains complex emotions.

What's even more bizarre is that none of the people playing these instruments are human!

A row of wooden sculptures sat upright on wooden stools, arranged neatly on both sides. They were clearly not human, and their heads were just oval wooden balls without facial features. However, their arms, made of decaying wood, were slowly playing music, and strands of spiritual energy were constantly twisting around their bodies.

With such a grand orchestra, there must be a grand stage.

A crimson square stage was sandwiched between the band, dividing them into two sides, and a bright red curtain was hanging down from above, concealing what was inside.

Fan Luokui and her companion also noticed that there were several chairs in front of the stage, which were obviously prepared for the audience.

Such a scene would make Jiang Shaoguang think he had accidentally wandered into an opera house if he weren't on the summit of a snow-capped mountain.

However, when the two looked around, all they saw was barren land. Apart from the swirling snowflakes, there was nothing else, and there was no sign of the so-called Demon Lord.

Jiang Shaoguang stared at the curtain trembling in the cold wind in the distance, then glanced back at Fan Luokui.

The latter immediately understood and walked side by side with Jiang Shaoguang to the front of the stage.

The two first glanced at the simple wooden stool, and only after confirming that there was no hidden magic array on it did they breathe a sigh of relief.

"Give it a try."

Jiang Shaoguang nodded slightly in agreement, and then the two of them immediately sat down, like spectators, in front of the huge stage.

That is, the moment the two sat down.

As if receiving some kind of instruction, the bands on both sides of the stage abruptly changed the tone of the music, making it particularly mournful and heavy.

The crimson curtain began to roll up, slowly revealing what was hidden behind it.

In the center of your line of sight.

Dressed in red, with a red veil on her head, and dressed as a bride, the woman who appeared before the two was a woman with a beautiful figure, snow-white skin, and long flowing hair.

Because the woman was wearing a veil, the two were unable to see her true face.

She was surrounded by a secluded courtyard house. She hid behind the wall and peeked out through the arched passageway, looking at the two people who were being intimate in the courtyard.

The wooden figure dressed as the groom was engaging in extremely intimate acts with another wooden figure dressed as a bridesmaid. The groom was even groping the bridesmaid, committing illicit acts in the deserted courtyard.

The real bride, veiled, watches secretly from afar, sobbing to the accompaniment of deeply sorrowful music.

In a theatrical tone, he cried out in a loud, mournful voice:

"I had hoped to meet my beloved on a joyous day, but then I heard a servant bringing news of my sorrow. Upon entering the deep courtyard, I saw my dear friend and her lover in love..."

"Waaaaaah..."

The woman sobbed incessantly, her tears flowing uncontrollably from beneath the red veil.

The scene then shifts again.

A woman in red gauze sat on a soft bed, with a wooden figure dressed as a bridesmaid beside her.

As the music suddenly turned slightly somber, the bridesmaid gently swayed her head twice and sang: "Xiao Xun, don't panic. He is my destined husband. You and I are best friends. I will lend you my love to him. He will surely marry you, have children, grow old together, and have many descendants."

The woman in red turned around upon hearing this: "Is this really true?"

"really."

"Good~"

The woman in the red veil smiled slightly.