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

"No, I meant... fifty million."

Fifty million gold coins—not only Ye Yuchan, but even Fan Luokui, who came from the Northern Ice Palace, had never seen so many.

As far as she knew, the total annual profit of the three outer palaces of the Northern Ice Palace was no more than 300 million, and this little monk had asked for one-sixth of it all at once...

This isn't robbery, this is utter madness!

Yunping, however, felt nothing about it. He could take out fifty million if he wanted to, but the problem was that he wouldn't give the money to someone who was trying to extort money from him.

Moreover, he has an adorable boyish face, but his heart is blacker than that of a cunning businessman.

"What if I don't give it to you?"

The old rogue laughed, a very calm laugh.

The little monk laughed, a mocking laugh.

He slowly sat up from the ground, clenched his fists, and made a cracking sound.

Then, as the two stared at each other, the young monk blurted out, "I'll smash your heads open and take all your storage rings as compensation."

"...Smash our heads? Are you sure?"

Yunping stood up, returned to the ranks of his disciples, glanced at the people behind him, and smiled faintly.

"You alone, how did you manage to take on so many of us?"

The young monk also stood up, patted the dust off his robe, and revealed a confident smile.

“A monk does not lie. If he says he will smash your heads, he will smash your heads.”

To be honest, the little monk's extremely serious appearance almost made Yunping laugh.

He had met countless monks in his life, but every single one of them was incredibly rigid and devout to the point of being unbearable. Basically, if you uttered even half a swear word, they would despise you.

But what about this little monk? He didn't follow Buddhist rules at all, not only making provocative remarks but also speaking in a very arrogant tone.

Moreover, his behavior was particularly flamboyant. When it came to money, he made an outrageous demand for fifty million, which was completely different from those monks who regarded money as dirt and abandoned all worldly possessions.

That guy's a complete scoundrel.

Just a second ago, the young monk had uttered his boastful words.

next moment--

"I'll see today, you little brat, who's going to smash your head in!"

The woman's deep, resonant voice echoed throughout the street like the tolling of a great bell.

The moment he heard that sound, the little monk's arrogant expression vanished, replaced by a deep-seated fear.

His spiritual energy surged rapidly between his legs, and just as he was about to escape, a fair hand quietly pressed down on his bald head.

roar.

The little monk was shoved into the ground with a single palm strike, his crown embedded nearly half a meter deep into the floor tiles, his limbs twitching uncontrollably.

"Hmph, I've finally found you! You little monk, you think you can run away?!"

The woman, dressed in a red and white outfit with a long crimson belt around her waist, stood imposingly in the breeze with a stern face. Her neat short hair swayed slightly in the waves as her spiritual energy dissipated.

The sudden appearance of the woman caught Yunping and the others off guard, especially Yunping himself.

The old rogue had already prepared to teach this little Bright Peak a lesson, to let him know what the Three Obediences, Four Virtues, and Five Moral Characters are, and then give him a complete set of "Three Years of Buddhist Scriptures, Five Years of Meditation" exercises.

Now, this woman who suddenly appeared has disrupted their plans.

At this critical moment, the poker-faced woman with short black hair also noticed Yun Ping and the others. Just as she was about to say something, her gaze was inexplicably drawn to a certain girl.

Lin Yuan, who had been obediently staying by Yun Ping's side and hadn't said a word since earlier, suddenly brightened up.

"Sister Shishi?!"

"Little Kite?!"

The two of them screamed in unison, which startled everyone else.

Yunping, in particular, had absolutely no recollection of the woman named Shishi before him. "Yuan'er, do you know her?"

Lin Yuan nodded vigorously, her side ponytail swaying back and forth, "Mmm-hmm! Teacher, teacher, this is Sister Shishi, one of the testers of the Qin Sect!"

"When I went to advance to the seventh level of the zither master, it was Sister Shishi who helped me with the assessment. However, you didn't accompany me at that time, so I don't know Sister Shishi..."

4. The Soulful Painter is coming soon!

"I see! You're the teacher Yuan'er always talks about. You don't seem as imposing as Yuan'er described~"

A short-haired woman dressed in a tight-fitting outfit walked curiously up to Yunping, looked him up and down, and even patted his incredibly thin shoulder.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she unconsciously applied more force to her palm.

However, Yunping stood motionless, glancing at her with dead fish eyes.

"And you're the... surveyor from the Qin Sect? I seem to remember the Qin Sect being in the Extreme Heaven Domain?"

Qin Shishi looked at Yun Ping as if he were an idiot. "You must have just come down from the mountain. Our Qin Sect is not the main sect of the Extreme Heaven Domain, but a branch sect. Because of the Thirty-Six Absolute Qin, we specially set up a branch sect in Maple Leaf City."

"Everyone knows this."

After speaking, Qin Shishi looked at Ye Yuchan and the others.

Fan Luokui was the first to respond. She showed great surprise when she first learned about Maple Leaf City, which shows that she did indeed know about it.

"The Crimson Leaf Zither is one of the Thirty-Six Unique Zithers. Anyone who knows even a little about the Four Unique Zithers should know it."

These words had barely left his mouth when Ye Yuchan refuted them.

Ye Yuchan scratched her head, looking at everyone with a bewildered expression: "Excuse me... what is the Thirty-Six Wonders Zither?"

Qin Shishi was now truly certain that this whole family were basically wild people who had just come down from the mountain.

If you don't even know what the Thirty-Six Absolute Zithers are, what are you doing living in this Lingze Era?

"You guys aren't from the previous era, are you? It's one thing if you don't know about the Qin Sect of Maple Leaf City, but you don't even know about the Thirty-Six Exquisite Qin?"

Ye Yuchan scratched her face. "Do I need to know?"

Qin Shishi: "..."

"Ruoxue, do you know?" Ye Yuchan turned to Zhang Ruoxue and asked.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Zhang Ruoxue's face. She turned her head away and deliberately lowered her voice.

"I don't know much about playing the piano..."

Well, another piano illiterate.

Seeing Qin Shishi fall silent, in this awkward moment, our little girl Lin Yuan naturally stepped forward.

"The Thirty-Six Unique Qin refers to the artistic craze that swept through the Lingze era after the Tianjue era of Emperor Wen. During this craze, thirty-six top-notch qin players emerged one after another, and the qin they used were these Thirty-Six Unique Qin."

“That’s exactly right.” Qin Shishi proudly puffed out her chest, which was so barren it was almost like a western development zone, and her face was beaming with pride. “My great-great-great-great-great-grandmother was the owner of the Crimson Leaf Qin, and was also one of the Thirty-Six Qin Immortals appointed by the Qin Sect!”

"A zither immortal? Then your ancestors were demigods..."

"No, that's not it." Qin Shishi waved her hand at Ye Yuchan. "That's just a title. Her actual cultivation level seems to be only at the Nascent Soul stage."

"So after talking for so long, can you finally put this old monk down?"

The little monk, who had been stuck in Qin Shishi's armpit and unable to move, quietly made his presence known.

Qin Shishi glared fiercely at the guy, and at the same time, she suddenly increased the force of her right hand, making the little monk feel a suffocating pain.

"The answer is no." Qin Shishi said with a cold, stern face. "You little brat, you're still thinking about running away? You don't want to go to the art gallery anymore?"

"Who would want to go to a place like that! Besides, I need to go back to be the abbot; the temple will collapse without me!"

"Don't think I don't know what kind of person you are, you little bald monk! You ran away on your own, and you already promised the city lord that you would participate in the Art Gallery and that you had to get into the top three!"

"No way! I was just making that up. Even people from Jinglin City next door came. It would be a miracle if I could get it!"

Lin Yuan's little ears perked up as soon as she heard about the art gallery.

The little girl's eyes immediately lit up, and she hopped around in front of the little monk like a rabbit.

"Hey, young master, you can paint?!"

The little monk, who was originally making a fuss about leaving, was about to retort when he was captivated by Lin Yuan's delicate and adorable face.

When he saw the expectation overflowing in Lin Yuan's bright, starry eyes, his expression suddenly changed.

From initial fear and outbursts, he has now become calm and at ease.

"This old monk does indeed have some knowledge of painting."

"Wow!" Lin Yuan excitedly clenched her little fists. "Then you must be really good at drawing!"

"Heh." The little monk chuckled and waved his hand slightly. "He's just so-so."

"So-so good, is she the kind of person who qualifies for an art gallery?"

"The art gallery..." The little monk smiled confidently, his lips curving into a smile as he winked at Lin Yuan. "For me, it's a piece of cake."

"Wow~ That's amazing! I've always admired people who can paint! Unlike me... who knows nothing about painting."

"Hehe~ Keep it low-key, keep it low-key..."

Before the little monk had even finished his act, he felt a sharp pain in his waist.

Overwhelmed by the horrifying pain, the young monk, his face deathly pale, forced back the urge to scream and stiffly turned his head away.

As expected, he saw Qin Shishi's smiling face, which was tinged with darkness.

“Master Zhuang, since you’ve said so, you’ll definitely come with me to the Art Gallery, right?”

"Eh...no, that..."

"You told me, the art gallery is a piece of cake for you."

“…That is, Miss Qin, please let this old monk explain.”

"I won't listen to you!"

Qin Shishi didn't care whether the little monk was willing or not. Her mission was to bring him back to the competition venue in the painting gallery, even if it meant breaking his legs and tying him up!

The thought of going to the art gallery full of monsters filled the little monk with remorse. He cried out, "No! Heroine Qin! Sister Qin! Spare my life! When I die, I can give you my relics!"