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

boom!

A violent roar resounded, and Gu Xingzhuo frowned, sensing something was wrong. He quickly flicked a stream of ink upwards at an angle.

Unsurprisingly.

next moment.

The land is shattered!

The ancient ferocious beast raised its brutal head high and smashed the entire mountain and waterfall to pieces!

Just as the gaping maw was about to swallow Gu Xingzhuo whole, the white-haired youth, who had teleported to the location of the ink, narrowly escaped death.

"If all you do is run away, you'll run out of stamina and spiritual energy."

Erhei chuckled and raised his right hand slightly.

The ink under its feet surged again, pouring into the body of the ancient beast.

Suddenly, two wings made of solidified ink sprouted from the sides of the ferocious beast's body. With each flap, snowflakes fluttered, and it seemed to be walking on air, tearing towards Gu Xingzhuo on the horizon.

"Senior brother!"

now.

As soon as Ye Yuchan, who had landed at the foot of the mountain, stood up, she saw that Gu Xingzhuo was in danger.

Without much hesitation, she pressed a button inside the magical artifact, the Black Rain Longbow, at lightning speed.

"Ok??"

Erhei was stunned. He clearly saw that the magical artifact, which should have been a longbow, suddenly transformed into something like armor in the next second, encircling Ye Yuchan's right hand and covering the entire area below her elbow.

Within that dark, spiraling opening, highly compressed spiritual energy was slowly condensing.

"This girl..."

Erhei immediately understood what Ye Yuchan wanted to do. His lips twitched violently, and he thought to himself that the people of Yuntian Academy were indeed a bunch of lunatics.

Ye Yuchan stared intently at the enormous ferocious beast, her spiritual energy surging wildly into the black light cannon's muzzle.

With her current cultivation level, her spiritual energy at the peak of the Void Realm is being highly compressed. Even if she cannot directly reach the realm of a Saint, it is not impossible for her to unleash a shot with power close to that of a Saint!

When the accumulation of spiritual energy reached the limit she could control, Ye Yuchan closed her eyes and launched this terrifying compressed spiritual energy cannonball.

Of course.

Erhei's figure flashed onto the trajectory of the spirit energy cannonball first, his hands stained with ink, and he actually caught the compressed spirit energy cannonball with his bare hands!

Catching a cannonball with bare hands?!

Ye Yuchan was so frightened she almost screamed.

Erhei frowned deeply, seemingly struggling to wrap the spirit cannonball with ink.

At one moment, he let out a muffled groan and slammed both palms upwards!

The spirit cannonball, coated in ink, shot straight into the sky, and after about five or six seconds—

boom--

The clouds scattered across the sky were instantly shattered by the terrifying explosion, turning the sky, which should have been filled with dark clouds, into a vibrant blue.

"call……"

Erhei let out a long sigh, then glared at Ye Yuchan with annoyance: "I'm telling you guys, why did you have to tinker with something so dangerous..."

Ye Yuchan: "..."

You're in more danger, okay?!

This was the first time Ye Yuchan had ever encountered someone who could catch her spirit energy cannon with their bare hands...

This was practically one of her last resorts, and it had always worked before, but this time it backfired on Erhei.

the other side.

Gu Xingzhuo once again used the flexibility of the ink to evade the attack of the ferocious beast, but simply dodging was not a solution.

He tried various methods, including painting landscapes and reciting Emperor Wen's poem, but none of them could cause any real damage to the ferocious beast.

Therefore, it is clear that this creature was not a ferocious beast created arbitrarily by condensing ink...

Seemingly sensing Gu Xingzhuo's confusion, Erhei continued to exchange arrows with Ye Yuchan while saying, "This ferocious beast was originally a guardian spirit beast in our Hidden Dragon Valley. Its resentment after death was collected by me and incorporated into my writing."

"It was at the Void Transformation stage in life, and after death, driven by its resentment, it has gained the abilities of a sage. In addition, I have endowed it with a bit of spirituality, so at this moment it is almost the same as a sage cultivator."

"At your current level, you can't win. Surrender now and you might save your life."

"The same to you--"

Erhei turned around and looked with a smile at Ye Yuchan, who was already starting to look disheveled as she was chased by the ink arrows.

He didn't think Ye Yuchan was a threat. Although her move was indeed terrifying, the charging time was too long. As long as he had enough time to react, he wouldn't be able to be hit.

"Your archery skills are indeed excellent, even possessing a unique and profound quality. Unfortunately, in the end, it's still just a mere Void Realm expert."

Ye Yuchan gritted her teeth, flipped over to dodge the incredibly destructive ink arrow, and then, defying all odds, unleashed a ten-shot barrage of black rain.

However, the arrows that were shot out were all knocked down by the ink before they could touch Erhei.

Ye Yuchan pouted and said, "Should I thank you for praising me?"

"Ha ha……"

Erhei chuckled helplessly twice, then said, "Your archery skills are indeed good, but unfortunately, you lack the perseverance required for martial arts. Your archery is frivolous, filled with laziness and frivolity, unlike what you would expect from practicing day and night. It's a pity that you have such a talent for martial arts."

“One of you lacks the mindset to become a martial arts saint, while the other has the ability to become a saint, yet you are fixated on the past and unwilling to face the future. If this continues, you will never be able to defeat me unless you become saints.”

"You will be defeated within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

Erhei's words echoed at the foot of the snow-capped mountain.

A cold glint flashed in Gu Xingzhuo's eyes. He knew perfectly well what Erhei meant.

Since ancient times, when sages and philosophers sought the Dao, they would either write poems, play music, play chess, or use paintings to verify the Dao.

The poems they wrote, the paintings they created, the music they played, the finishing move they made in a game of chess... all of these are manifestations of themselves.

Gu Xingzhuo knew that if he wanted to become a saint, he would have done so long ago.

He just didn't want to.

Because of that poem, he didn't want to write any more.

He didn't want to remember Wang Xiaomo anymore.

This is what cowardice is all about.

Should I write it?

The head of the ferocious beast loomed large before my eyes.

Gu Xingzhuo closed his eyes, and the delicate face of the girl from his past appeared in his mind.

He didn't know if he really wanted to abandon the past...

Perhaps it's better to just find a place to lie down, like before?

Hesitation leads to defeat. Gu Xingzhuo was unaware that he was heading towards defeat.

however.

Just as I was hesitating, a clear voice suddenly rang out.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

The silver-haired maid's storage ring flashed, and a gleaming gold coin was instantly in her hand.

She tossed the gold coin into the air, her displeased yet sharp gaze fixed on Erhei, who was floating in the distance.

"Who told you I was going to practice martial arts?"

"I need it fixed..."

"It's Qiandao!!"

As soon as he finished speaking...

The spirit arrow pierced through the gold coin, its tip tinged with a dazzling gold, flying towards Erhei with an extremely luxurious color.

Erhei: "???"

45. The self-centered are the saints.

Gold coins? Money-making schemes?

Erhei's consciousness went blank for a short time, and his irrational behavior prevented him from reacting immediately.

After the sharp arrow pierced through the gold coin, its tip was inexplicably coated with a thick layer of brilliant gold.

Its speed far exceeded that of any arrow Ye Yuchan had previously shot.

So much so that even after a brief moment of stunned silence, the arrow was already upon Erhei, a saint-level being, in the instant he came to his senses.

As the pitch-black ink circulated at top speed and the meaning of the text surged forth, Erhei's figure, which had stood as steady as Mount Tai on the ink beneath his feet, began to waver for the first time in history.

He turned to the side with all his might, while trying to deflect the sharp arrow with ink.

Of course.

call out!

The sound of tearing through the air echoed in my ears.

The shield formed by the ink was pierced with a huge hole, and the spirit arrow narrowly missed Erhei's cheek.

The demon lord from the Demon Dynasty stared wide-eyed in astonishment, then blankly reached out and touched his cheek.

The blood flowing from the slightly stinging wound stained his palm red.

Hey...you're kidding, right?

Erhei stared intently at Ye Yuchan and couldn't help but ask, "Have you been hiding your cultivation level?"

Ye Yuchan saw no need to hide anything or lie: "Absolutely not... If I were a saint, I would have smashed your head in long ago!"