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

The red and white shrine maiden outfit he prepared can finally be put to use!

7. Yunping is a person with no bottom line.

"A bet, huh? Count me in!"

As Yun Ping imagined Fan Luo Kui dressed in a red and white shrine maiden outfit, he turned his head with some impatience, tilting his neck at a 45-degree angle and coldly glancing at the owner of the voice out of the corner of his eye.

That said, this little monk really is pushing people in every way, especially Yunping.

Even the young monk himself couldn't explain this. Whenever he saw Yunping, an indescribable anxiety would rise in his heart, and the way he suppressed this unknown anxiety was to try to eliminate the source of the anxiety.

Qin Shishi frowned and subconsciously clenched the little monk under her armpits.

She knew the young monk's personality inside and out, and was aware of his nasty temper.

Although this young monk was usually extremely arrogant in his dealings with people, and did not have the demeanor of a hermit monk at all, he would usually insult the other person's ancestors after only a few words, this was the first time Qin Shishi had ever seen him make things so difficult for her.

Could it be that these two have some kind of grudge or entanglement?

Just as he finished thinking about this, Yunping grinned, revealing a meaningful, wicked smile.

"Little monk, you want to gamble with me too?"

Under Yun Ping's gaze, which seemed to pierce through his soul, the little monk trembled, but he couldn't lose his composure. "Bet! Why not bet!"

"Alright, what shall we bet on?" Yunping crossed his arms and stared at the young monk with amusement. "Tell me, what do you have that would catch my eye?"

"Hey, look at my temper! My things are as precious as they come, how could they not meet your standards? Who do you think you are, the second immortal of all time, Emperor Wen?"

"Uh……"

The unexpected remark left Yunping speechless.

He really was Emperor Wen.

Seeing that Yunping suddenly stopped speaking, the little monk mistakenly thought that Yunping was intimidated by his domineering aura, and immediately felt confident.

"Since you know I come from Little Golden Feather Temple, you must also know about the Buddhist artifacts of Little Golden Feather Temple, right? If you win, I will give you one of the Buddhist artifacts that I always carry with me!"

"Oh?"

Yunping, who hadn't been particularly interested before, suddenly became somewhat interested upon hearing about Buddhist artifacts.

Buddhist artifacts differ from ordinary ritual implements. In fact, Buddhist artifacts should be considered ritual implements that incorporate the great principles of Buddhism. The craftsman incorporates his understanding and mastery of Buddhism into the artifact, ultimately creating an artifact that surpasses other ritual implements of the same level. This is what is called a Buddhist artifact.

In fact, if conditions permit, demonic artifacts, magical artifacts, spiritual artifacts, and killing artifacts—the three great realms and three thousand great Daos—can all be integrated into magical artifacts. However, there are very few people in the world who can comprehend the Great Dao, and even fewer who can integrate the Great Dao into magical artifacts.

Of course, there are exceptions among exceptions. For example, there was a poor kid named Forging Saint who lived a life of idleness in Jinglin City, thinking only about instant noodles every day. This guy directly proved his Dao through weapon forging. Every magical weapon he forged incorporated his own Dao of weapon forging, which was a path different from other Great Daos. It was extremely special and powerful, so people from the three Great Heavenly Domains often went crazy looking for this kid, Forging Saint.

As for Buddhist artifacts, it must be admitted that although the old rogue had quite a few in his own inventory, these things are considered very precious.

This young monk actually dared to use such a precious Buddhist artifact as a wager; I wonder if he was being too impulsive.

Yunping smiled, his gaze sharp as a sword.

"Alright, since you're going all out, I'll take your bet."

"Okay! What if you lose?"

"To be fair, I should indeed explain the consequences if I lose." Yun Ping spread his hands, his face full of helplessness. "Although I believe I will definitely not lose."

Hearing such arrogant words, the young monk couldn't help but sneer, "A person who has never even been to the Painting Sect, no matter how long he stays behind closed doors to study, is just a frog in a well."

Old Yun had nothing to say about this—when he was proving his art through painting, he didn't even know where the master painter was.

After glancing at the items in his storage ring and searching for a while, Yun Ping spotted a worn-out classic book that seemed to be covered in dust on one side of the seemingly endless void of the storage ring.

—Found it.

An unreadable smile crept onto his cheeks, making the young monk feel a little uneasy.

What's this guy up to now?

Before the young monk could come up with a reasonable explanation, Yunping dropped a bombshell on him.

"How about this, if I lose, I'll personally tell you... the contents of the second half of the Divine Sea Golden Feather Scripture, how about that?"

"!!!"

The little monk was stunned at first, then the hairs on his body stood on end, countless orifices on his body exploded instantly, and his spiritual root operated like crazy.

Qin Shishi had no idea of ​​the little monk's sudden outburst. She instinctively tried to stop him, but the little monk beat her to it and slipped out from under her arm like a dragon.

Wail!

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the hot, ambiguous air, and the icy short blade transformed into a flash of cold light in an instant, heading straight for Yun Ping's vulnerable neck.

This was an extremely fast strike, so fast that Ye Yuchan couldn't react at all, and could only stare blankly as that cold glint approached Yun Ping.

However, at that moment, another surge of spiritual energy arose.

That is the spiritual energy belonging to cultivators in the Transcendental Stage.

A burst of silver light flashed.

The sound of metal clashing rang out in the blink of an eye, and two intense bursts of spiritual energy shot out, blooming into dazzling fireworks in mid-air.

The young monk's pupils contracted, and a sudden tingling sensation came from his right hand. Sensing something was wrong, he took several steps back, then performed a somersault in the air, landing steadily on one foot on the wine bottle in front of Qin Shishi in a one-legged stance.

Fan Luokui gripped the hilt of her sword with her right hand. The long sword at her waist seemed to have never been drawn, yet the blade was still a short distance from being fully sheathed.

She slowly sheathed her sword, her expression turning icy cold.

Qin Shishi only then realized what was happening, and strode forward, glaring at the little monk with a fierce look, "Zhuang Hai, what are you doing?!"

The young monk named Zhuang Hai did not answer him, but stared straight at Yun Ping.

"How did you come to know about the Divine Sea Golden Feather Scripture?"

"If you know, you know. Do you need a reason?" Yun Ping glanced at Fan Luo Kui, who was blocking his way, and didn't say much. "But you, don't get so agitated. There are many people in the world who know the secrets of your Golden Feather Temple. I'm just one of them."

The little monk's face was colder than Qin Shishi had ever seen before, as if he were facing a formidable enemy. "Who exactly are you?"

"I'm sick of hearing this question. Does it matter who I am? Who you think I am is who I am. And here, I'm just a contestant."

As Yunping spoke, he glanced at the half-finished wine that Zhang Ruoxue had drunk beside him, and casually downed it with his lips.

He then turned around and spoke loudly under the watchful eyes of the onlookers.

"Alright, stop watching, it's just a small disagreement, it's nothing, it's nothing~"

The old rogue said that simply because he didn't want to make a big deal out of it. After all, this was Maple Leaf City, and he wasn't an unreasonable person. It wouldn't be good to ruin someone else's event.

Upon hearing Yunping's words, the people around him were still somewhat curious, but everyone present was of high status and knew the most basic principle of not asking questions that shouldn't be asked.

After dealing with the onlookers, Yunping felt it was time to stretch his legs. He twisted his neck slightly and then glanced at Qin Shishi as if nothing had happened.

"Um, Miss Qin, can we register now?"

Qin Shishi finally came to her senses from the sudden situation. "Ah... um, that's fine, take this special invitation over there..."

Yun Ping glanced in the direction Qin Shishi pointed and saw that quite a few people had indeed gone in with light blue invitations, and none of them had come out after going in.

It seems like they have some kind of powerful backing.

"Alright, thanks then, Miss Qin." Yun Ping took the special invitation from the somewhat stunned Qin Shishi, then turned back and patted Fan Luokui on the shoulder, "Hey, little Luokui, don't forget our bet."

Fan Luokui nodded and touched his scabbard. "Hmm, a custom-made Daoist robe. Also, if you lose, I have a request."

"Go ahead and say it." Yunping still looked like he didn't think he would lose.

Fan Luokui didn't dislike him for this, but she still said, "If you lose, you have to help me... find a new scabbard."

“Your scabbard now…” Yunping’s gaze shifted slightly downwards.

"It's somewhat damaged, and the scabbard is of too low a grade; it's about to be unable to withstand my cultivation."

Yun Ping could truly understand Fan Luo Kui's words. After all, what Fan Luo Kui pursued was the ultimate speed in swordsmanship, and this ultimate speed was especially manifested in the draw-and-slash technique, which could easily damage the scabbard.

With this in mind, Yunping nodded and secretly decided that no matter what the outcome, he had to find a way to get Fan Luokui's exclusive magic weapon. At worst, he could use some instant noodles to fool that kid in Jinglin City.

A legendary forging master, the youngest saint in history, but he'll die if he doesn't eat instant noodles—Old Yun can't help but trick him.

"Alright, it's settled then. I'll be going now."

“I’ll go too.” The little monk walked slowly to Yunping’s side with a deadpan expression. “I’m also one of the participants. Don’t worry, I will make you feel despair and make you reveal the whereabouts of the Divine Sea Golden Feather Scripture.”

Yunping shrugged, indicating that he would say whatever he wanted, and then ignored the little monk completely, walking straight toward the registration entrance.

The young monk stared at Yunping's retreating figure, a deep hostility flashing in his eyes. However, this hostility was quickly suppressed and replaced by deep confusion.

He really wanted to know who this young man was.

Why... when I made the move, he didn't show the slightest fear or struggle? Even if he had expected someone to help him, he should have had some kind of physical reaction.

But he... had nothing.

He simply stood there, motionless, ignoring his own attack.

That feeling... was truly terrifying.

……

Just as the young monk stood there pondering in confusion, Yunping encountered a problem at the registration desk at the entrance.

"What? We have to wear masks?"

Yun Ping stared at the kind-looking cultivator with a look of astonishment, wondering if the other man was up to something.

I've never heard of wearing a mask to paint a picture. What, is this to make it easier for them to rob people?

The monk who greeted Yunping gave a professional smile. "It's like this, sir. Our rules here prohibit the publication of any painters' information. If anyone wants to hire you, they will contact you privately. This is to prevent painters from competing for business..."

Speak like a human.

“Okay…” the monk wiped the sweat from his forehead, “Actually, it’s just that our boss wanted to create a buzz.”

Yunping glanced at the guy and said, "Wouldn't it have been easier to just say that earlier?"

After speaking, he glanced at the mask on the table, which resembled a colorful rainbow candy, and shivered all over.

This boss's aesthetic sense... doesn't quite match his aesthetic standards.

"Can I use my own mask?"

"Hmm... the conditions are acceptable, but you'll need to be given a code name."