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

Just as the young man was about to try to persuade her to leave, and if that didn't work, to kick her out, his gaze shifted from Ye Yuchan back to a certain little girl.

Wait... she seems to be...

Lin Yuan glanced at the young man, then at the girl on the other side who had also been drawn to her, and blinked.

"Um, Yuan'er wants to join the Qin Sect. Could you please inform Sister Shishi about this?"

Upon hearing the name "Yuan'er," Ye Yuchan noticed that the two Qin Sect guards suddenly trembled.

The young man then asked, somewhat apprehensively, "Excuse me... are you Lord Lin Yuan?"

"It's me, what's wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking...

Ye Yuchan witnessed a truly terrifying scene.

Thump thump—

The two security guards, who had been standing upright, suddenly knelt down on one knee and bowed their heads. The series of movements were so smooth and fluid, as if they had rehearsed it countless times.

At the same time, their voices suddenly echoed throughout the entire street.

"Welcome, Rank 7 Musician! Welcome, Lady Lin Yuan!"

Their voices were deliberately amplified using spiritual energy, making them clearly audible to everyone on the street, who all turned their astonished gazes toward Lin Yuan and Ye Yuchan.

My goodness, the difference in attitude is just too big!

Xiao Lin Yuan nodded calmly, then looked at Ye Yu Chan, "Junior Sister Yu Chan, look, they're all so nice to me!"

Ye Yuchan could only smile helplessly, thinking to herself that this was no longer just being nice to you, it was treating you like an ancestor!

However, what confused Ye Yuchan even more was yet to come.

Just as Ye Yuchan and Lin Yuan stepped into the Qin Sect amidst the fawning smiles of the two gatekeepers, the moment Ye Yuchan pushed open the gate, she saw a sea of ​​pale red Daoist robes.

The two rows of gray floor tiles were now filled with kneeling people. Each person, like the two gatekeepers, knelt on one knee with their heads bowed, as if they were guards respectfully awaiting the arrival of the king.

As soon as Lin Yuan stepped onto the paving stones, deafening sounds came from both sides.

"Welcome back to the sect, seventh-level musician!!"

The sound reverberated through the heavens, lingering endlessly above the entire Qin Sect.

Ye Yuchan was completely stunned. Looking at the Qin Sect disciples on both sides, her mind went blank for a moment.

A seventh-level musician... That's incredibly impressive...

Looking at Senior Sister Lin Yuan, whose expression was calm and seemed to have long been used to everything, Ye Yuchan silently had a thought.

—How about I ask that old rogue to teach me to play the piano sometime? That's so enviable!

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I'd like to ask, why was the storyline involving Zhang and Fan suddenly cut off?

Is this considered an abrupt end of a story? (laughs)

28. Musical scores from ancient times

Upon entering the Qin Sect, Lin Yuan was greeted by so many people that it was almost impossible to count them all.

Furthermore, judging from their attire and demeanor, each of them was of high status. Even so, these people, who might be high-ranking officials or dignitaries in the eyes of outsiders, still acted like grandsons in front of Lin Yuan, their fawning and ingratiating smiles were simply astonishing.

What's even more amazing is that our little Lin Yuan doesn't seem to care at all, as if she's already used to it.

The process of entering the Qin Sect was smooth sailing. Not only did no one try to stop her, but the people inside the Qin Sect were practically eager to carry Lin Yuan in a sedan chair right then and there.

This once again refreshed Ye Yuchan's concept of high-level musicians. In the past, she only thought that high-level musicians were relatively famous idols. In her world, they were probably like well-known celebrities in the entertainment industry. But now it seems that this is not the treatment of a celebrity at all. It is almost the same level as a leader's inspection.

Everyone was extremely respectful, doing whatever Lin Yuan said.

However, there are exceptions.

"Such a young girl, yet she acts all high and mighty—"

Just as Lin Yuan casually dismissed some family guests who wanted her to perform, a sharp, sarcastic voice suddenly rang out in her ear.

Ye Yuchan raised her dead fish eyes, just like Yun Ping's, and looked toward the source of the sound. As expected, she was met with a glare from the Bright Summit, which reflected the scorching sunlight.

Clad in a red and yellow robe, the little monk, barely 1.4 meters tall, stood before the ancient and elegant Akagi-gakumen, his hands clasped together, his youthful face full of disdain.

Young monk, Zhuang Hai.

Ye Yuchan raised an eyebrow slightly, not expecting to see an acquaintance upon arrival.

Before she could speak, Lin Yuanji jumped up beside her, her eyes shining brightly, and bounced around in front of the little monk in a very cute way.

"Little Master, Little Master, what are you doing at the Qin Sect?!"

"...Why can't I stay at the Qin Sect?" Zhuang Hai looked at Lin Yuan, who was hopping around like a little rabbit, with a bit of helplessness. Stared at by those eyes that seemed to be filled with stars, the sharpness in his tone was greatly reduced. "I am a guest of the Qin Sect, so naturally I can stay."

Ye Yuchan interjected, "I seem to remember you also know how to paint? Shouldn't you be staying at the Painting Sect?"

"Hmph, shallow woman."

When facing Ye Yuchan, Zhuang Hai's tone suddenly turned icy, and his gaze towards Ye Yuchan was filled with utter contempt.

—The difference is too big. Could this little monk be a lolicon like the old rogue?

Why is she so normal when she talks to Senior Sister Yuan'er, but she treats me coldly?

The young monk raised his head slightly, his expression arrogant. "The Painting Sect and the Qin Sect have always had a good relationship. In addition, the City Lord of Maple Leaf City has recently ordered that the influence of the Painting Sect be expanded in Maple Leaf City. The reason I am here is because I am a guest of the Painting Sect."

"Oh~"

Upon hearing this, Ye Yuchan understood. To put it bluntly, they were sent by the Painting Sect specifically to spread their teachings.

"Then, then, little master~" Yuan'er pursed her lips, thinking of the scene when she met Zhuang Hai, and asked, "Little master, is Sister Shishi here? Yuan'er needs to talk to her!"

"That old hag?" Zhuang Hai frowned sharply and pointed to the large, ancient house behind him. "She's inside, I wonder what nonsense she's talking about with those other people from the Qin Sect."

Xiao Yuan'er tilted her head, puzzled. "Old hag? Sister Shishi is so young and beautiful, why do you call her an old hag, Master?"

"Young? Beautiful?" Zhuang Hai burst into laughter, his laughter filled with mockery. "How can an old woman like her, with her faded beauty, be called young? As for being beautiful, she's not even remotely related to that. Not only is she short-tempered, but she's also violent towards me all day long. If it weren't for the fact that my physical body is an indestructible body under the Buddha's light, I would have been beaten to death by this old hag long ago."

Having said that, Zhuang Hai sneered again, clenching his small fist, which made a cracking sound.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with excitement, "One day, I will make this old hag taste the power of my Buddhist techniques!"

……

silence.

Even the usually cheerful Lin Yuan remained silent, standing there blankly.

Ye Yuchan, however, kept a smile on her face, not letting out a sound, and looked at Zhuang Hai with an exceptionally sympathetic and pitying gaze.

"Ok?"

Perhaps sensing that something was amiss, the young monk questioned, "Why have you all suddenly stopped talking?"

Yuan'er chuckled, then awkwardly pointed behind the little monk.

A terrifyingly familiar shockwave swept over them instantly, and the little monk shivered violently before stiffly turning his head away.

As expected, the Akagi gate was opened at some point, and a woman dressed in a red and white fitted outfit smiled broadly as her two iron fists clashed violently together.

Qin Shishi.

Zhuang Hai's expression instantly changed from passionate indignation to bewilderment and gloomy despair. He looked completely deflated and subconsciously took a step back.

"Sister... Sister Qin... Sister Qin, let's talk this out. I was just joking..."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Qin Shishi smiled faintly, and her spiritual energy burst forth wildly from her body!

Without hesitation, a pair of iron fists slammed into Zhuang Hai's shiny forehead, punching the little monk directly into the floor.

"How about I play a joke on you too?!"

In the scene that followed, Ye Yuchan and Lin Yuan both turned their backs and did not look.

However, the dull thuds and the little monk's desperate pleas for mercy kept echoing in my ears, indicating that the scene behind me must have been incredibly horrifying.

I wonder if the little monk's supposed indestructible body will get smashed to pieces by Qin Shishi...

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Ten minutes later.

Sitting in a comfortable chair in the inner courtyard of the Qin Sect, Qin Shishi wore a sincere smile as she slowly poured the pale green tea in front of her into a small, crystal-clear square cup, and then carefully placed it in front of the young girl Lin Yuan.

After doing all this, she slowly returned to her seat, sitting with a very dignified posture, every move exuding elegance.

She is a completely different person from the violent girl she was ten minutes ago.

If it weren't for the little monk who had been beaten into a puddle of mud and was now slumped in his seat as if he might die at any moment, Ye Yuchan would really have thought that Qin Shishi was a young lady from a wealthy family.

Little Yuan'er stared wide-eyed, her delicate white hands holding up the white, crystal-clear square cup. Her little feet swung back and forth in the air as she blew on the tea to make sure it was cool enough before she took a satisfied sip.

Seeing Yuan'er enjoying herself so much, Qin Shishi felt as if her soul had been healed, and the anger that had been stirred up by that reckless monk slowly subsided.

"Yuan'er, what made you decide to come to the Qin Sect today?" she asked slowly.

"Hmm..." Lin Yuan smacked her lips, raised the corners of her mouth, and then put down the teacup. "Yuan'er came here today specifically to see Sister Shishi."

Qin Shishi was somewhat surprised, and her eyes immediately flashed with dazzling light, "Looking for me? Yuan'er, you're not going to level up again, are you?!"

It should be noted that Lin Yuan only reached the seventh-level qin master level a few months ago. If she can advance to the eighth-level qin master level so quickly, that would be truly remarkable.

Although their Qin Sect does have its share of eighth-level Qin players, a Qin player who can advance to the eighth level in just a few months is a monstrous genius that has never appeared before in history!

If this really succeeds, then Lin Yuan will probably be remembered forever in the history of the Qin Sect.

Xiao Lin Yuan tilted her head, thought carefully for a moment, and then answered Qin Shishi, "I guess so, but not really. Yuan'er has already chosen a piece for her grade advancement, but there are many parts of this piece that Yuan'er doesn't understand."

"Even Yuan'er can't understand it?"

Subconsciously, Qin Shishi recalled the scene in the art gallery, "Could it be that ancient melody?!"

"Uh-huh!"

Seeing Yuan'er nod, Qin Shishi smiled wryly, "No wonder. I was wondering how there could be such a difficult piece of music in this world that even someone with your talent couldn't understand. It must be a product of ancient times."