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

far away.

Under the moonlight, the woman in white coldly pinched the spirit stone bullet between two fingers. She hovered in front of Zhang Ruoxue, her face icy as she crushed the spirit stone along with the magic array above it that connected to Fang Qingzhu's soul.

"Trying to outsmart me?"

Ye Xuanqiu pressed her five fingers together, like a sharp knife, against Zhang Ruoxue's snow-white neck, and whispered into the distance:

"Ye Yuchan, you only have two choices now."

"Come back, or watch her die."

"I'll give you five seconds. For every second that's more, I'll kill one more person."

And -74. You have finally become a saint!

"Five...four..."

In the distance, Ye Yuchan, located in the Northern Ice Palace, silently lowered the spirit energy spear in her hand.

She couldn't help but gasp. The chill in the Arctic Palace deep in the Far Eastern Snowfield sent a shiver down her spine to the back of her head and then through her orifices into the silver-haired girl's body, making Ye Yuchan feel icy cold all over.

She could naturally hear Ye Xuanqiu's words, which spanned almost an entire celestial realm, clearly.

"three two……"

Despite knowing that once she returned, Ye Yuchan would never have another chance to leave.

The more than a thousand arrays on his body had already been shattered by Ye Xuanqiu, and he didn't know how long the Emperor Wen's Brush and Emperor Wu's Halberd could protect him... Going back now would be like delivering goods to his door.

How long can she hold out? Ten seconds? Twenty seconds? Or how much more can she struggle even when she's exerting all her strength?

Ye Yuchan didn't know.

But one thing is certain—

"one!"

Ye Xuanqiu's eyes suddenly turned icy cold. She joined her right hand into a knife shape with her five fingers, and sharp spiritual energy attached to it. She slashed horizontally at Zhang Ruoxue's vulnerable neck.

She had no pity whatsoever. To her, Zhang Ruoxue, Lin Yuan, and the other disciples of Yuntian Academy were all fleeting existences. Even if they became half-immortals and reached the limits of human potential, their lifespan would only be a blink of an eye. What if they could live for ten thousand, a hundred thousand, or a million years? They would never be able to touch the surface of immortality.

just.

Ye Xuanqiu's sharp right hand was positioned in front of Zhang Ruoxue's neck, frozen at a mere millimeter's distance.

Because the girl with a face exactly like her own was standing among the tombstones in the Thousand Ghost Forest.

Ye Yuchan must come.

"It seems you're still quite obedient," Ye Xuanqiu said with a smile.

"Release them." Ye Yuchan was too lazy to waste any more words with Ye Xuanqiu, her tone icy cold.

Ye Xuanqiu smiled slightly, then gently relaxed her right hand and lightly stroked Zhang Ruoxue's cheek. "I hope you can see the current situation clearly. I am the one in control. You have no right to negotiate with me."

"At least not now."

Ye Yuchan was naturally aware of this matter. Cold sweat dripped down her face as she stared intently at Zhang Ruoxue, who looked weak, her teeth clenched and her body trembling.

"But these things...have nothing to do with them...we have already fulfilled our obligations here...they should be of no use to you anymore."

Not entirely.

Ye Xuanqiu smiled gently, then made a knife with her right hand.

Under Ye Yuchan's astonished gaze, Ye Xuanqiu ruthlessly pierced Zhang Ruoxue's abdomen with her right hand. The huge blood hole instantly split open, causing Zhang Ruoxue, who was originally in a coma, to be tormented by the intense pain and wake up, letting out an extremely painful cry.

Due to her physical weakness and depletion of spiritual energy, Zhang Ruoxue had just awakened from her pain when she lost consciousness again. Her head drooped, and she was bound to the chains as if she had lost her breath.

Ye Xuanqiu smiled slightly, turned her face, which was stained with a little blood, back, and said, "See, isn't it quite melodious..."

The moment these words were spoken.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Ye Xuanqiu.

The fist, with its veins bulging, was filled with angry spiritual energy. At this moment, the silver-haired girl glared angrily, abandoning words and reason, transforming into a purely furious and irritable beast. She raised her iron fist in a rage, intending to smash Ye Xuanqiu's head with one punch.

"Oh."

Ye Xuanqiu sneered and swung her palm back, sending Ye Yuchan flying through the air with incredible speed.

boom!

Several cracks appeared in the void, and the Emperor Wen's Brush and the Emperor Wu's Halberd were forced out, forming a Great Dao Shield beside Ye Yuchan. However, this shield shattered in an instant, and the strong impact sent the girl flying more than a hundred meters away like a kite with a broken string.

A deep trench was left in the scorched earth. After being knocked down, the silver-haired girl got up as if she had lost her mind, ignoring the bloodstains all over her body, and ran wildly towards Ye Xuanqiu.

Facing Ye Yuchan's renewed fierce attack, Ye Xuanqiu simply raised her right hand.

Just a second before Ye Yuchan's fist was about to touch him, Ye Xuanqiu's right hand slashed down from above, leaving a particularly conspicuous snow-white sword mark in the world.

The knife fell.

Ye Yuchan was forcefully cleaved into the ground.

The power of this attack even caused cracks to appear on Emperor Wen's Brush and Emperor Wu's Halberd. They were originally just magical treasures that Yun Ping placed next to Ye Yuchan. Since the user was Ye Yuchan, not Yun Ping, they naturally could not exert their original power.

Inside the venue.

Under the moonlight, a silver-haired girl covered in blood lay limply on the ground in the huge pit. Most of her bones were broken, and she would be in excruciating pain if she tried to get up or even speak.

Ye Xuanqiu looked down at her own upper body and shook her head helplessly, saying, "Foolish. If you were willing to give up these so-called mundane worldly things, you could stay a little longer."

"They will all die eventually, so why bother with fleeting fireworks?"

Ye Xuanqiu's ruthless gaze swept over Zhang Ruoxue and the others, and she laughed: "Creating living beings is a mistake in itself. Kunxuan's idea is too idealistic. These finite creatures cannot accompany our ancestor. Our future should be a much broader and infinite one."

"However, in the end, these so-called creatures can be used as entertainment. It's quite interesting to see these little guys struggling."

"That's all the value they have."

The girl inside the pit was trembling all over, whether from pain or anger, it was hard to tell.

She struggled to open her lips, and with all her might, she managed to utter hoarse words: "Don't presume to define others..."

"Huh?" Ye Xuanqiu looked at Ye Yuchan mockingly: "Their very existence is a gift from us. Their habits, their appearance, their thoughts, are all defined by the ancestor who is the creator."

"Am I not qualified to define them?"

"Just as I am equally qualified to define you, compared to you who spent such a short time in another world, I, who have lived for such a long time in the original world, am the purer and primary entity."

"You are just a tiny, insignificant fragment of my memory as the progenitor."

High above.

Looking down upon the world.

Does he truly deserve to be called the creator god?

Ye Yuchan sneered inwardly.

If it were in the past, she might have really accepted her fate.

I'm just a lazy bum; in the old world, I was just an ordinary person.

They might be timid, suspicious, want to escape, cowardly seek a safe haven, want to play with the person they like, want to eat lots of delicious food, and want to have a lot of wealth.

Greedy for money and lustful, yet possessing a strong sense of righteousness.

No.

Even now, that remains true.

She was still greedy and lustful, still timid and cowardly, and still wanted to escape.

However, unlike her former self, she is now more certain that this is who she truly is.

She wasn't some high-end, sophisticated being like the half-body of an ancestor, nor was she some powerful cultivator at the peak of the Void Realm, invincible and able to roam freely across the continent. She was just an ordinary, greedy, timid, and energetic goofball.

This is enough.

This is Ye Yuchan.

"what's on your mind……"

Ye Xuanqiu could read Ye Yuchan's mind.

But she couldn't understand, couldn't comprehend, and couldn't see through Ye Yuchan's thoughts.

Such thinking is incredibly foolish. It's like someone wanting you to be the master of the world, enjoying all the riches and glory, but you tell me you'd rather stay home playing video games, slacking off, eating instant noodles every day, and staying up all night.

why?

Ye Xuanqiu couldn't understand.

"It's like when you create something like stone, you never imagine that it can become a sculpture."

Above the heavens.

Thunder rumbled.

Ye Xuanqiu froze, for she clearly saw the aura of lightning tribulation above that dark cloud!

Saintly Tribulation!

It perched atop Ye Yuchan's head.

The silver-haired girl in the pit was lifted up by an inexplicable force and slowly suspended in mid-air.

That does not belong to the Heavenly Dao, nor to any of the Three Thousand Great Daos, nor is it an ancient spirit, much less could it be the work of the Origin Ancestor!

That was a path that belonged entirely to Ye Yuchan herself.

The Way of Money.

Or rather... the way of value.

The aura of the Great Dao rapidly condensed around Ye Yuchan. She raised her head and stared at Ye Xuanqiu without fear.

"Kunxuan certainly never imagined that words could evolve into poetry, that language could transform into musical notes, or that plants and flesh could become food..."

"As the old rogue once said, only you can define yourself; no one else has that ability."

"I, Ye Yuchan, am a money-grubber."

She looked at Ye Xuanqiu, who had a blank expression, and smiled.