The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

"I'm going to find my third and fourth junior brothers and sisters to see where they've gone."

Yin Qingjun's eyes lit up: "Master, please take me with you."

Yin Song then turned to Miao Zhen and asked, "Miao Zhen, would you like to come with me?"

Miaozhen hesitated for a moment but still shook her head: "I want to stay in the Imperial Observatory and the Ministry of Works to study. There is enough for me to learn for several years."

Yin Song sighed, "Alright, you're practically becoming Junior Sister's apprentice now."

Pan Yun pretended not to hear his sarcastic remarks, and after doing some calculations, said, "I've done the calculations, and my third senior brother and fourth senior sister will definitely appear in Guangzhou next summer."

Yin Song immediately started calculating with his fingers, but after a while, he looked puzzled and asked, "Why? Why can't I figure it out?"

Pan Yun: "Want to bet?"

Without a second thought, Yin Song declared, "I'll bet!"

Wang Feiyin smacked him on the head: "Gambling again? How much have you been sending out of the Imperial Observatory all these years?"

Yin Song shrank his neck and remained silent.

Wang Feiyin glared at Pan Yun: "You don't learn the good things, you insist on learning everyone's bad points."

Pan Yun sighed, "The downsides are that it's too easy and too easy to learn."

Pan Yun reluctantly took a step back: "Alright, no betting is fine, but I can guarantee that my third senior brother and fourth senior sister will definitely appear in Guangzhou next summer. If my second senior brother still can't find them before then, just go to Guangzhou to look for them."

Yin Song's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but look at Wang Feiyin. Was there such a big difference between the third marquis and the first marquis?

He believed that he was better than his senior brothers and sisters in divination. What he couldn't calculate, his junior sister could calculate just by counting on her fingers.

Yin Song's gaze was resentful. "Senior Brother kept it a secret for too long, didn't he? Was he afraid of damaging my confidence?"

No, not at all.

It will only fuel my fighting spirit!
So my senior brother should have told me about this difference sooner!
A fleeting hint of doubt flashed in Wang Feiyin's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it, urging Yin Song and his apprentice to leave quickly and not linger in the capital.

"Take good care of Qingjun. He has only made progress in his cultivation this year, so you need to supervise him more and not let him neglect his training."

Yin Song agreed. Yin Qingjun, standing behind him, blushed and quickly glanced at his three junior brothers and sisters, feeling very embarrassed.

However, thinking of his senior brother who was even less skilled than him, Yin Qingjun instantly felt better. That's right, he was just that kind of person who didn't fight back.

Just find someone worse than yourself to compare yourself to.

Wang Feiyin seemed to know what he was thinking and asked him speechlessly, "If we're comparing what you'd give to the Taoist temple for its own use, who would you compare yourself to?"

Yin Qingjun then looked at his three junior brothers and sisters.

Pan Yun became curious and pressed on, "What if we compare medical skills?"

Yin Qingjun then looked at Miaozhen.

Miao Zhen's medical skills are truly no match for Yin Qingjun's.

Pan Yun: "Compare Taoist arts."

Yin Qingjun then looked at Miao He and Tao Yanbai.

Very good, they're all somewhere in the middle, not the best, but not the worst either.

Pan Yun gave him a thumbs up and said, "Keep it up. With such a good attitude, you won't get depressed no matter what you do."

Wang Feiyin couldn't reprimand him, because that was his personality all along; the disciples of Sanqing Mountain were of the same ilk and never made things difficult for him.

So Wang Feiyin simply grabbed the two men by the neck and threw them outside, hoping to avoid seeing them and making himself feel better.

Miao Zhen and the other two immediately scattered like birds and beasts, not giving Wang Feiyin a chance to make a move. Only then did Wang Feiyin turn to Pan Yun and ask, "You can actually predict what will happen next year?"

"I can't predict that."

"So you've decided that the third brother and the others will be in Guangzhou next summer?"

Pan Yun grinned: "I'm just estimating. At the latest, by next summer, the fleet that went to Southeast Asia this year will be back. They will not only bring back news from Southeast Asia, but also a lot of tails. In the past two years, Fourth Senior Sister has been obsessed with killing pirates. She has killed so many pirates in the East China Sea that she is terrified of them, especially the Japanese pirates. They run away as soon as they smell her, making it difficult for her to find an opportunity to strike. With the opening of Guangzhou port, many Japanese pirates have gone to Southeast Asia to cause trouble. In addition to the pirates in Southeast Asia, Fourth Senior Sister will definitely be tempted."

"Wherever Fourth Senior Sister is, Third Senior Brother will be too. I'm sure they'll go to Guangzhou next summer to join the fun."

Wang Feiyin frowned, looking worried.

Pan Yun knew what he was worried about and said, "Senior Brother, I think you don't need to worry. Fourth Senior Sister is steadfast and chaste, and she will never waver. She can control herself."

Wang Feiyin frowned as he looked at her: "You actually know that she has entered the Dao through killing?"

“I didn’t know before. I just felt that the murderous aura around her was getting stronger, so I recited the Elimination Sutra for her. But when I mentioned her just now, I couldn’t help but recall some details and then I realized it.”

Pan Yun said happily, "The difference between the third marquis and the first marquis is indeed very big. I can also use my merits independently now. Next time I see my fourth senior sister, I will soak her in my merit pool and recite the sutra a few more times. It will definitely be able to curb her violent tendencies in entering the path of killing."

Wang Feiyin: "...You have accumulated a lot of merit, so you have the final say."

Wang Feiyin turned to leave, but then remembered something and turned back to ask, "How is Master's debt being repaid?"

Pan Jun waved his hand: "It's still a long way off. How can we easily repay the sins passed down from ancient times? Fortunately, my Great Ming Dynasty has a large population. Wait for me to help the emperor govern the country to be prosperous and democratic, and increase the population by tens of millions. Then this sin will be almost over."

Wang Feiyin cried out in a broken voice, "Ten thousand times!?"

Pan Yun: "Yes."

Wang Feiyin: "...Never mind then, I feel that not many disciples in the sect will live to see that day."

He muttered to himself, "I was just wondering why. His cultivation speed has increased a bit lately. The lightning tribulation that the second brother went through recently was much milder than mine was back then. I thought I was almost done for..."

Pan Yun: "Ten million is nothing. As long as food, education, and medical care can keep up, adding ten million more to a base of ten million is a piece of cake!"

Wang Feiyin chuckled: "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Pan Yun said with a serious expression, "I'm serious. If you don't believe me, Senior Brother, just wait and see."

"Just wait and wait."

Anyway, he'll live a long life. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he'll probably still be alive even after his children and grandchildren are all gone.

Speaking of his children and grandchildren, Wang Feiyin finally remembered his rebellious young son and asked, "Where is Cong'er?"

Pan Yun: "He went to Southeast Asia. Didn't I just say that he would be back by next summer at the latest?"

Wang Feiyin: "...You're talking about the fleet that went to Southeast Asia. Which sentence contains Wang Cong's name?"

Pan Yun touched her nose and remained silent.

Wang Feiyin was furious and disappeared in a flash.

Pan Yun could only wave to the sky: "Senior Brother, come again next time!"

A faint voice drifted from afar: "Next time he comes, he'll only be able to enter through the main gate of the palace."

Pan Yun turned her head and grinned at the depths of the inner palace before turning back to her room.

As soon as she entered the door, Pan Yun clutched her chest and bent over, hissing in pain.

She climbed onto the prayer mat, placed the cat lying on her knees, closed her eyes, and began to practice her internal energy cultivation technique. (End of Chapter)