In the morning in Qinghai City on the Tianshan snow mountain, the ground was covered by the pale white of heavy snow, with the eternal absence of bright sunshine!

"Uh! Teacher, can you please go easy?"

Yuanhui's strange gasps echoed through the snow-covered eaves resonating among the mountain peaks, "It really hurts, teacher, please stop!"

"Hey hey hey, don't be so shameless in your cries," the teacher's hands were nothing but a paste made from iron peppers as he rubbed it on him, "Do you know how beneficial this iron pepper is for fire attribute cultivators?"

"Moreover, iron peppers have the effect of repelling malevolent spirits below the reversal level, ordinary malevolent spirits won't come near you."

Wuxian smiled as he pushed his hands, filled with red liquid, towards Yuanhui's back, grinning deviously, "Come on, this iron pepper can be sold for fifty silver coins in the market for a pound, don't waste it, its effect in the next ten minutes is the best, wasting it will send you to the 18th level of hell!”

"Have mercy!"

As Yuanhui's teacher, his smile was as steadfast as the iron pepper, another scream rang out from the cave.

In the northeast region of Xiyeping Plain.

"Soldiers! The Iron Cavalry is about to enter the territory of Hanfeng County, we Eight Cavalry must not fall behind." The commanding general continued to urge and encourage the army as they passed through the cold domain, "If you can't even endure this little suffering now, soon you will arrive at the coldest small town in the Western Province. How do you plan to climb mountains?"

After all, strength was right in front of them, their Eight Cavalry was just a secondary force, the soldiers’ strength levels were mostly around the level of elders, much inferior to the Iron Cavalry.

This vast dragon, consisting of three hundred thousand officers and soldiers, carved a long snow trail on the ground, with some soldiers occasionally being heavily injured by surprise attacks from malevolent spirits and abandoned by the troops!

Yuanhui, who was hiding nearby, clenched his teeth angrily, and quietly sought approval from his teacher in the bracelet, "Teacher, these lackeys of the Godrealm simply do not regard soldiers as human beings. This disciple will send these lackeys to the afterlife."

Just as he was about to rush down the mountain, he was unexpectedly pulled back into the room by Wuxian, saying, "Don't be hasty, you are no match for that guy!"

Speaking, Wuxian pulled Yuanhui back from behind, leaving him alone to quietly observe the army.

Especially the innkeeper who was welcoming the army, also the Prince of Wu, acting as the lord of Qinghai City, couldn't help but frown.

"Dark container, huh?"

Wuxian muttered to himself, and the teacup in his hand instantly turned to powder.

Seeing his master look like this, Yuanhui was a bit nervous and asked, "Master, what is demonic cultivation?"

"Demonic cultivation possesses the power to subvert the heavens and earth, a forbidden technique that destroys people's bloodlines!"

Wuxian walked up to Yuanhui, grabbed his wrist, and focused on the dragon pattern on the back of his hand. The dragon pattern emitted a poisonous gas, so powerful that he had to avoid it for a moment.

"Come, luckily it was six months ago when you left home that the granddaughter of Wuyanzhe fed you her godly blood to save your life when you were in danger…"

With that, Wuxian's palm changed, conjuring two pills, saying, "It's fortunate the Clear Heart Pill was not used up. You're really lucky, disciple, if I had to refine it again, it would probably take three days. I don't know if you can handle it!"

Wuxian pushed the Clear Heart Pill into Yuanhui's mouth, the green aura began to nourish his blood vessels, gradually transforming and absorbing the leaked poisonous gas into spiritual energy of the star nucleus.

An hour had passed, and the power of the poison dragon within Yuanhui had been absorbed by the star core, causing signs of a breakthrough in his reversed cultivation realm. A slight spatial fluctuation began to appear in the room.

"Hah!" Suddenly, he forcefully exhaled a breath, creating a vortex in the space. The overflowing black energy returned back into his body, and then he greedily licked his lips, saying, "The spatial power at this level is truly so enticing."

Looking at Wuxian with a melancholic gaze, he asked, "Teacher, is this the lonely feeling that invincible strong cultivators experience?" Wuxian, with a gaze filled with disdain, watched Yuanhui show off and said in a disdainful yet amused tone, "You brat, you are far from being a true powerhouse!"

Wuxian then brought out a map and pointed to Yuanhui's hometown, Xiaodong County. "See, you might be something here, but in the Divine Realm, even the gatekeepers are revered!"

Complaining that Wuxian was not cooperating, Yuanhui said, "A bit of showing off is understandable, right? Learn to relax a bit." With that, Yuanhui took out a piece of stored mutton and used his Dragon Flame to roast it.

Wuxian, observing Yuanhui, thought, "This prodigal child can't be indulged. He needs to toughen up!" After a moment of contemplation, Wuxian chuckled and patted Yuanhui on the shoulder. "What's wrong, Master?"

"I am planning to have a talk with his Highness Prince Luo and let you go to the place where demonic beasts reside," said Wuxian.

Furrowing his brows, Yuanhui put down the mutton in his hand and said, "Master, it's only been a few minutes. I'm still training." Wuxian didn't waste any more words and left for the shopkeeper's room in the east.

"Who's there?" A woman with delicate makeup opened the door, only to find Wuxian standing mysteriously behind her, asking softly, "Do you happen to be Princess Luo Meidie of the House of Martial Arts?"

The woman swiftly moved aside, warily eyeing Wuxian, and asked, "Boundary-Defying Advanced Footwork? Who are you? What do you want from me?"

Tutting, Wuxian clicked his tongue, furrowing his brows, and replied, "I just want to let my disciple enter the dangerous area for cultivation." Opening a spatial teleportation, he poured out a purple-shaped fan and said, "I can exchange this little trinket for that!"

"Oh?" Princess Meidie picked up the hefty fan, held it to her nose, and closed her eyes to take a whiff. Suddenly, her eyes widened, murmuring, "This is... the Mandala Fan?"

Inspecting the fan from all angles, Princess Meidie seemed to be looking for any flaws or loopholes, "So, you'll give this to me if I send the person across for you... really?"

Seeing Meidie's doubt, Wuxian nodded and said, "It's just a low-grade magic tool!" Meidie was shocked; if she had this crafted by the top forgers on the continent, it would cost her a fortune!

"While this weapon is difficult to craft, requiring high-grade demonic spirits from the Boundary-Defying Intermediate level and above for reinforcement, taming it is a piece of cake even for a Nine Heart master," explained Wuxian.

Princess Meidie's face was covered in sweat, unknowingly ruining her makeup. "Pfft," Wuxian couldn't help but burst into laughter. Meidie, first looking at Wuxian mocking her, then touched her face.

"Wow..."

Startled, Meidie hurried to touch up her makeup.

"Hey," Wu Xian shouted from outside, "The little girl looks so fresh and pretty, no need for makeup!"

"Haha," Wu Xian turned around and went back to his room, finding the little girl quite amusing.

"Ah, it's a pity that a person in their twenties, at the reversed-stage and a close relative of the imperial family, is sent to the remote and deep markets at the border!"

Wu Xian patted his head, thinking, "Could it be another mutated talent?"

Back in his bedroom, Yuanhui was still hovering in the air, with fluctuating waves continuously condensing under her feet to help her stay afloat.

"Master, you're back... ah..." Yuanhui, somewhat distracted, hard landed on the ground.

"Cough, cough!" Wu Xian cleared his throat twice and said, "Little one, I have already made arrangements regarding the Luo Mie Butterfly, you must head to the Tairan Gorge alone immediately!"

"Alone... to the Tairan Gorge..."

As Yuanhui reached out with her bracelet, she abruptly stopped, her silver eyebrows furrowing, and asked, "Then Master, what about you?"

"I have matters to attend to..." Wu Xian suddenly became very serious, "I need to have a word with the innkeeper."

"So, Master is actually a dirty old man?"

Saying this, Yuanhui picked up the small box she carried with her, propped her chin with one hand, sighed, and said, "It makes sense. Master hasn't seen a beauty in thousands of years. That Luo Mie Butterfly must be an unmatched beauty. It seems Master's heart has been stirred, hehehe."

Wu Xian, staying at the inn, casually ordered some food and drinks in the main hall on the first floor, sitting at the west end near the South gate. The first and second floors were connected here, within the visibility of just thirteen rooms. The room of the Butterfly, located at the easternmost end and intersecting with the entrances of other rooms, was under inspection.

Wu Xian connected to the mandolin fan he gave to the Butterfly, "It seems the Butterfly is in the process of refining the mandolin fan. The results will be known soon."

He carefully explored the spiritual energy he had infused into the Butterfly's meridians.

"It doesn't seem to be anything unusual. It doesn't seem to be a talent mutation," Wu Xian thought, "Could it be... the cultivation of some demonic technique after birth?"

He then smiled again. The cultivation of demonic techniques after birth was simply a fantasy!

"Um... Sir, here are your food and drinks." The waiter seemed to have been waiting here for a while, "Oh, thank you." Wu Xian handed some silver coins as a tip and dismissed the waiter.

Wu Xian laughed at his over-sensitivity, picked up his chopsticks, and began to eat his meal.

After eating and drinking to his heart's content, he lingered around the Butterfly's room but still found no clues. Seeing that night was approaching, he could only leave for now.

"What secrets are hidden here? The imperial sister possesses extraordinary talents, yet hasn't received the royal treatment. Could it be due to some demonic technique?"

Wu Xian tapped his fingers constantly on the table, once again cautiously activating the magic device.

"Hmm, there seems to be a hint of evil aura around her!"

Wu Xian was certain that there was something akin to dark arts on her. He decided to rest for the time being. Just then, as the Butterfly sneaked past his room stealthily, deliberately making some noise, she hurriedly headed outside.

Wu Xian noticed the commotion and followed her.

"Hehe, I knew there was something fishy going on here!"

"Classmates, after six months of battling and crushing the rebel forces, we have finally achieved victory by successfully defeating the southern rebel army."

For the new school year, former Emperor Academy principal Prince Luo pretended to give an impassioned speech on the platform, "Our troops are currently clearing the northern rebel armies. I believe within half a year, we will be able to wipe out all the rebels!"

"May Godrealm flourish forever, long live the Divine Emperor!" Some noble students in the audience shouted in unison, but there were also many who opposed the Divine Emperor but dared not show it.