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

Yunping thought of a possibility.

Is this girl getting carsick?!

Yunping hadn't initially considered the possibility of motion sickness, since those who could survive in this world were all cultivators with exceptional physical strength, especially someone like Fan Luokui who specialized in swordsmanship, whose balance and other physical abilities must be excellent.

Moreover, the idea that a cultivator would get motion sickness... just doesn't make sense.

But as it turns out, it seems that motion sickness has nothing to do with whether someone is a cultivator or not.

Just as the old rogue was wondering whether he should stop the car, Lin Yuan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned her head with a look of excitement on her face.

"Don't you guys think this is super exciting? I feel amazing! It feels like I'm flying!"

Ye Yuchan glanced at Lin Yuan as if she had seen a ghost, then hurriedly shouted, "Senior Sister Yuan'er, quickly make this old rogue stop the car! Hurry, only you can stop him now! If he keeps driving like this, someone will die sooner or later!"

"...But Yuan'er thinks this is a lot of fun..."

"It's fun, but it can kill people!!! Look at your junior sister Luo Kui, look at her, she's about to throw up!"

“Puke…” Yuan’er tilted her head. “Why would I vomit? It was supposed to be so stimulating…”

Ye Yuchan slapped her forehead, almost on the verge of tears, "Senior Sister Yuan'er, I'll explain this to you later, first make that old rogue stop the car! Make him stop the car!"

"Eh……"

Lin Yuan turned her head away reluctantly, glancing hesitantly at Yun Ping.

"Well, in that case, teacher, let's stop for now. Indeed... it seems like all the junior sisters are feeling quite unwell."

Yunping and Lin Yuan exchanged a glance and then gave a wry smile.

"Even if you hadn't said that, I was already planning to stop. Who knew Fan Luokui would get carsick..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Boom!

Just as Yunping stepped on the brake, a muffled thud suddenly came from in front of the car door.

Immediately, to everyone's astonishment and disbelief, the front of the BMW suddenly collapsed.

A figure was sent flying several meters through the air before crashing heavily onto the stone brick ground.

Hiss--

The BMW sedan, with its front end completely smashed, slid a short distance along the ground before coming to a physical stop.

……

silence.

The group sat in the car, silently watching the motionless figure lying on the ground in the distance.

You could hear a pin drop.

Click—the sound of the car door being pushed open.

"Ugh..."

Breaking the silence was Fan Luokui, who had been reserved her whole life and was now experiencing a churning in her stomach and vomiting for the first time in her life.

Fan Luokui regretted it; she truly regretted it.

Why did she listen to Yin Hanxuebing and follow this lousy master...?

If she had known it would turn out like this, she would have just thrown herself into the courtroom!

Amidst Fan Luokui's retching sounds, Ye Yuchan, Zhang Ruoxue, and Lin Yuan stared blankly ahead.

Yunping slowly took his hands off the steering wheel, turned around, and looked at his female apprentices.

With a complicated expression, he uttered a sentence—

"Um..."

"It looks like there was a car accident."

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We've been battling with the campus network for ages...

3. Excuse me, is your surname Liu?

Lying motionless on the ground like a corpse was a rather short boy wearing a long, wide coat in red and yellow stripes, his head completely exposed and so bright it reflected the blazing sun.

He is called a boy because his physique is particularly immature, as if he has not yet fully developed. In addition, his regular facial features also have a touch of childishness. Judging from his appearance, he looks to be at most nine or ten years old.

however……

He is a righteous man.

To put it bluntly, his head is bald, and if you put him on the street, he'll be like a bright light bulb in the sun.

As for why he went bald at only nine years old, it was definitely not because of working hard day and night or because of cultivating immortality. You can tell the reason just by looking at his red and yellow clothes.

Kasaya.

This is a young monk.

"Hey, little monk, are you still alive?"

Yunping, the driver who caused the accident, squatted down next to the little monk who was lying limp on the ground and poked his arm.

Not moving at all.

The old rogue scratched his head in confusion. He had already thoroughly examined the little monk's body with his divine sense and found that the aura of life was still very strong, with no sign of weakness whatsoever.

Furthermore, this young monk's cultivation level was not low at all; there was no way he could have been knocked unconscious by his own BMW.

"You old scoundrel, I told you driving like that would kill someone..."

The silver-haired girl in a maid outfit who was walking slowly behind Yunping swallowed hard. She had just recovered from the high speed of the car and was still a little unsteady on her feet.

Zhang Ruoxue glanced at the motionless little monk on the ground, slowly squatted down, took the little monk's hand, and pressed his pulse.

After a moment of silence, she raised her head and looked at everyone seriously. "He's faking it. He's fully conscious."

Upon hearing this, the little monk, who had been slumped on the ground like a corpse, visibly stirred.

He silently turned his body over, forming a starfish shape, his expression indifferent.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha".

He slowly uttered a few words that sounded somewhat obscure to outsiders, then turned to the side and gazed at Zhang Ruoxue, "This old monk just strained his back and wanted to lie down and rest. I'm not pretending to be dead."

"Old...Old monk?" Ye Yuchan glanced at the young monk in front of her, who, apart from his height, resembled a somewhat hunched old man. "How old are you...?"

“Amitabha Buddha, this old monk is seventy-six years old this year. Someone of your generation should call me grandfather.”

sense of violation.

A huge sense of incongruity.

Imagine a ten-year-old boy monk lying on the ground in a spread-eagle position, saying expressionlessly, "I am your grandfather."

……

this is too scary.

The old rogue stroked his non-existent stubble and narrowed his eyes. "Hey little monk, where did you come from? I don't remember there being any temples in our Desolate Heaven Domain."

“My esteemed benefactor, where I come from is not important; what is important is—”

The young monk paused suddenly after speaking for a moment.

He then curled his lips into an evil smile. At that moment, he seemed no longer to be a follower of Buddha, but rather the embodiment of evil.

"The important thing is that you actually bumped into this old monk, and you have to take responsibility for that."

This statement came out.

Yunping knew that the little monk had deliberately rushed out to stage an accident.

Otherwise, with his perception, how could he not have noticed the pedestrian's movements? The moment he bumped into the person, Yunping knew that the little monk had definitely rushed up on his own.

But it's unbelievable that someone would stage an accident to extort money, especially one dressed as a monk.

Ye Yuchan noticed this as well, and her attitude towards the little monk immediately plummeted to freezing point. "You also damaged our car... our new magical artifact, and you don't seem to be hurt at all."

“Madam, you can’t say that. Although we monks are compassionate, it is only right and proper for you to pay compensation for the accident. As for your new ritual implements breaking, that’s not my fault, is it? You can only blame yourselves for not watching where you’re going.”

"You're not that old, but you've got quite the nerve." Fan Luokui slowly walked up from behind, her right hand already resting on the hilt of her knife.

Yunping didn't rush to get involved in this matter. Instead, he looked at Fan Luokui, who still looked a little unwell, with some concern. "Little Luokui, are you feeling better?"

"Thanks to you," Fan Luokui glared at Yun Ping reproachfully. "I was about to lose my stomach."

"It's okay, it's just motion sickness. I'll prepare some motion sickness medicine for you next time, and I guarantee you can enjoy the feeling of flying with Xiaoyuchan and the others."

Upon hearing that there would be a next time, Fan Luokui, like a frightened rabbit, suddenly took a step back and even involuntarily assumed a defensive stance, drawing her sword from its sheath.

She stared at Yun Ping warily, sweat streaming down her forehead. "I...I warn you, this...this act of plotting against a disciple is against the rules. According to the rules of the Northern Ice Palace, you will...you will face thirty years in prison!"

You could tell from the girl's trembling hands that she was truly terrified of the BMW.

Yun Ping chuckled, first shifting his gaze from Fan Luo Kui to the little monk lying on the ground, feigning a shameless act.

Under the sunlight, Yunping's smile was exceptionally heartwarming.

"Young sir, how much compensation do you think would be appropriate?"

“At least this number.” The little monk held up five fingers and corrected him expressionlessly, “Also, don’t call me ‘little master.’ I’ve already said that I’m seventy-six years old. You should call me ‘grandpa’.”

"This number?"

Yunping raised an eyebrow slightly, "Fifty thousand?"

The little monk shook his head with a wicked smile. "Too little."

"Five hundred thousand?"

"It's still too little."

"Five million?!" Ye Yuchan exclaimed in shock. "You're robbing me!"

The little monk smiled slightly, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth to Ye Yuchan.