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

Yes, it's nothing special, nothing special!

Ok……

Speaking of which, what exactly is my attitude towards that idiot Yunping?

The apprentice's attitude towards the master? It doesn't seem like it, I always end up arguing with him... Well, it shouldn't be called arguing, more like bickering... or something?

That fellow villager's attitude? It doesn't seem like it...

Hmm—what exactly is their attitude?

As I pondered this, a chill ran down my spine.

She instinctively turned around, and a sharp silver light suddenly flashed before her eyes.

That was the aura of a magical artifact; she could tell at a glance…

But so what? The speed of that silver light was too fast. Ye Yuchan had only just realized that it was a magic weapon when, in the next instant, the tiny flying sword was in front of her.

He was less than a fist's distance from her.

She didn't even expect to be attacked... because just a second ago, she was thinking about Yunping.

The world stands still.

The air stopped moving, and the vision stopped trembling.

A snow-white figure appeared before the girl without her noticing.

He was much taller than her; at close range, she could only see his chin.

At this moment, the distance between the two was rapidly reduced.

A hand quietly appeared behind her and pressed her small head against its chest.

thump--

Ye Yuchan was pulled into Yun Ping's arms.

The sharp silver needle was now held between the young man's two fingers.

Ye Yuchan tried to look up in alarm, but Yun Ping's unquestionable words reached her ears.

"Don't move."

...What's with this commanding tone?

If it were the usual Ye Yuchan, she would have already started arguing with Yunping by now.

But now... she wants to stay in that warm embrace a little longer.

But the owner of the snow-white clothes, the young man named Yunping, had a completely different expression.

An angry flame shot into the sky. He turned his body to the side, his eerie and cold eyes like the most terrifying ghost in the world. His overwhelming killing intent transformed into a tangible gale that whipped his clothes.

He was very angry, extremely angry.

With a sudden flick of his right wrist, the flying sword at his fingertips transformed into a streak of light and instantly pierced into Feng Tangwen's lower abdomen.

"what!!"

With a painful scream, Feng Tangwen's spiritual root was completely pierced, and a shocking bloody hole appeared directly in his stomach.

He never imagined it, not even in his death.

Even after unleashing his last trump card, he still couldn't drag anyone down with him!

His unwilling gaze shot towards Yun Ping, but the moment it met the young man's eyes, he froze.

The resentment vanished, replaced by fear of something.

He wanted to escape, but there was no way to escape now.

"Perhaps you could have died a more lenient death, because I am not a violent person."

Yunping had one arm around Ye Yuchan and the other hand pointing at Feng Tangwen, who was kneeling on the ground, his expression icy.

"But you harmed my apprentice, you harmed my little Yuchan..."

"I can't let you down without a proper reward."

With a flick of his finger, Feng Tangwen suddenly stood up straight.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes gradually became unfocused, and his body collapsed limply to the ground, lifeless, looking as if he were dead.

At the same time, the translucent azure soul was directly peeled off and twisted and hovered in mid-air.

This is Feng Tangwen's soul. Yun Ping directly extracted Feng Tangwen's soul!

Such methods directly stirred up a huge wave of emotions in the hearts of all those who were crippled but did not faint.

Forcibly separating the body from the soul... This is a method that only exists in legends!

Yunping opened his right hand and suddenly squeezed the empty space in his hand with his five fingers.

Click, click...

There seemed to be some kind of sound in the distance.

Looking in the direction of the sound, one could see that the soul seemed to be suffering from boundless pain, screaming and howling like a madman. The humanoid soul had its limbs broken by some strange force, and its body was twisted.

That wasn't all; Yunping squeezed hard again.

His soul twisted more and more violently, until finally it shrank into a ball the size of a fist. The pain that reached the depths of his soul caused Feng Tangwen's soul to scream repeatedly.

Yunping ignored the screams and temporarily blocked the hearing of the girl in his arms.

The next second, his eyes sharpened, and his right hand instantly clenched into a fist.

boom! !

Countless fragments of divine souls scattered in the sky.

The soul of this Nascent Soul cultivator was actually crushed by Yun Ping!

This was a divine soul at the Transcendental Stage; harming it would be extremely difficult, yet Yun Ping had directly...

His soul dissipated into ashes, and Feng Tangwen's body was devoid of any life. His existence was thus completely erased from this world.

Those who fell witnessed this scene.

An overwhelming fear spread like the darkness of night, and for a moment, screams, cries for mercy, and pleas for mercy echoed endlessly in my ears.

Seemingly losing patience with the irritating noise, Yun Ping coldly glanced at them: "Regarding today's events, I advise you not to speak recklessly. Those who should confess will confess, and those who should be honest will be honest. If anyone causes trouble again..."

He stomped his foot, and the entire third floor of Zuiyanglou shook again.

"You should know what will happen next."

As soon as these words were spoken, the big bosses present, who had been stunned into a state of near-collapse, nodded rapidly, fearing that this person might kill them if he was displeased.

Judging from his methods and demeanor, this person is definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Feng Tangwen is a perfect example!

After saying this, Yunping picked up Ye Yuchan from his arms and, ignoring her shy resistance, walked straight out.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to turn back and call out to Zhang Ruoxue, who was standing in the corner, so frightened that she forgot to drink her wine.

"Ruoxue, don't just stand there, carry Bai Niao on your back."

"We're leaving."

60. Good night

After returning to Hu Xiaolin's room from Zuiyanglou, it was already dark.

The cold light shone obliquely on Yu Bai Niao's face. This girl had been knocked unconscious by the shadowy guards earlier, but she was sleeping soundly now.

After telling Hu Xiaolin about this, surprisingly, Hu Xiaolin didn't react much.

"Since our benefactor has taken action, it means that Zuiyanglou has indeed done some despicable things. There's nothing more to say. I'm just afraid that something might go wrong with our benefactor..."

"You don't need to worry about that." Yunping thought about the courage of those big bosses. "They probably won't turn around and bite back, but the Feng family is another story."

These words caught Hu Xiaolin's attention: "The Feng family is considered a large and powerful family in the Northern Ice Palace, with a wide sphere of influence, but their reputation is not very good. They might indeed be a threat to our benefactor... Why don't you lay low here for a while?"

Yunping glanced at Hu Xiaolin curiously, "Judging from what you're saying, you must have a fairly high status."

"It's alright, it's alright. After all, I've been in the outer palace for a while now, so hiding a few people shouldn't be a problem."

Yunping didn't stand on ceremony, "Alright then, my disciples and I will stay here for the time being, it's quite comfortable."

"Ah."

Hu Xiaolin nodded and remained silent.

It was already quite dark. Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue had already gone back to their rooms, leaving only Yun Ping and Hu Xiaolin, the two grown men, sitting in the hall.

The water on the windowsill rippled gently in the breeze.

“My benefactor, there’s something I’m not sure if I should say.”

"It's alright, go ahead."

"I see that although you are not particularly handsome, my benefactor, you must have an extraordinary background. You have come to the Northern Ice Palace this time, and you are even going to enter the Inner Three Palaces. Could it be that you are here for that secret?"

"A secret?" Yun Ping frowned, somewhat confused by his words. "What secret are you talking about?"

Hu Xiaolin was taken aback when he saw this; Yun Ping didn't seem to be lying.

Could it be that our benefactor really doesn't know the secret of the Northern Ice Palace?

Thinking it over, something seemed off. My benefactor could easily defeat even the Feng family members, so his strength must be at least at the Nascent Soul stage. At that level, it's impossible for him not to know some secrets.

So Hu Xiaolin leaned closer to Yun Ping and whispered, "My benefactor, have you ever heard of this Silver Cold Snow Ice?"

Yunping blinked, then burst out laughing: "...So that's what you meant!"

"...What...what happened?"

"Nothing, nothing. I thought it was something else. So this is what you mean..." Yunping smiled and looked at him. "That's right. I came here for Yin Hanxuebing. To be precise, I came to help her."

"...Help her? What do you mean?"

"You don't need to know that." Yun Ping valued the matter of people with double pupils quite a bit and wouldn't casually reveal the information.