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

That's why I can't believe it.

A beginner in the Lingtai stage, and three slaps sent a minor master of the Huafeng stage flying?

It's no exaggeration to say that if a cultivator at the peak of the Transformation stage stands in front of a cultivator at the beginning of the Spirit Platform stage, and lets you slap him without lifting a finger, let alone three slaps, even thirty or three hundred slaps wouldn't be enough to make him move an inch.

The difference is not even in the same order of magnitude.

Qin Shishi gasped and blurted out, "What...what is Miss Ye saying?"

The boy spread his hands, saying helplessly, "How would I know? Maybe he's trying to goad me."

As he said this, the boy involuntarily narrowed his eyes. In his opinion, the black aura that Ye Yuchan had shown before was undoubtedly that terrifying existence, but now... she seemed to have become a different person.

Was the soul replaced?

The boy didn't know either, but someone else knew better than him.

"The teacher is here."

Lin Yuan sat comfortably in her seat, her hands clasped in front of her chest, gazing at Ye Yuchan in the martial arts arena with starry eyes.

Qin Shishi was instantly stunned, "What's coming?"

"Teacher, teacher is here." Lin Yuan pointed into the arena, "He's right there."

Upon hearing this, Qin Shishi looked over, but all she saw were Ye Yuchan and Zhuang Hai. The teacher Lin Yuan had mentioned... was nowhere to be seen.

Qin Shishi was completely bewildered. Was she blind, or had Lin Yuan seen something she couldn't?

There are no outsiders here.

……

Admittedly, when Zhuang Hai first heard about Ye Yuchan's bet, he did feel a surge of anger and rage.

But the inner demon wasn't a complete idiot. He could tell that the girl in front of him seemed to be using a tactic called provocation, which was nothing more than trying to make him lose his mind with anger and then use schemes to plot against him.

Zhuang Hai sneered. Once he knew the purpose of the provocation, he wouldn't have any problem accepting the bet.

"Alright." His tone was unusually calm, but the murderous glint in his eyes was impossible to conceal, his burning killing intent directed at the girl. "What are we betting on?"

"If I lose, I'll have my teacher give you the second half of that Divine Sea Golden Feather Scripture. If I win..."

Ye Yuchan smiled, extended a finger, and pointed to the ground.

"The usual rule: kneel down and kowtow one hundred times."

"it is good!"

Zhuang Hai immediately agreed. He had coveted the Divine Sea Golden Feather Scripture for a long time, so how could he refuse such an overwhelmingly favorable offer?!

In an instant, the little monk burst into wild laughter, "Don't even mention kowtowing a hundred times, even if it's ten thousand times, I'll kowtow to you! As long as you can really defeat me within three palm strikes."

He didn't believe it. What did it matter if a mere Spirit Platform stage cultivator was struck by three blows?!

Watching the little monk laughing wildly, as if victory was already in his grasp, Ye Yuchan herself, who was watching from the sidelines, had already begun to mourn for the monk.

Laugh, laugh a little longer, because you won't be able to laugh anymore in a while.

Despite being very dissatisfied with the old rogue controlling her body, only in this way could she properly teach this scoundrel who dared to use her and Senior Sister Yuan'er as props a lesson.

Whether it was due to telepathy or the special effect of being one with the soul, Yun Ping heard everything Ye Yuchan was thinking.

"Don't worry, I'll teach this little monk a lesson, but don't even think about escaping."

"Huh?! Me?!"

“Of course, but not now,” Yun Ping said calmly. “I’m very angry. You’ll know the consequences when I get back.”

He really needed to teach Ye Yuchan a lesson; she always made him uneasy.

Ye Yuchan: "..."

After preparing Ye Yuchan mentally in advance, the old rogue focused all his attention on the annoying little monk in front of him.

He grinned, and the girl's body grinned back, revealing an innocent-looking smile.

"Ten thousand kowtows...that's fine, let's make it ten thousand then."

"That's only if you can beat me." Zhuang Hai sneered, already gathering his strength, ready to make his move.

Yunping stood motionless, extending his finger and gently shaking it twice. "No, no, no, I didn't mean to win against you. I told you—"

"I'm going to beat you so badly that even your own family won't recognize you."

"Hehe, then this old monk will wait and see."

Standing at the center of the most intense tension, the young man clearly sensed the sparks flying between the two men, and under the immense pressure, he swallowed hard.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, took two deep breaths, and then channeled his spiritual energy, causing him to vanish from his spot.

at the same time--

"The fighting begins!"

—Announcing the start.

Zhuang Hai, who had been poised to strike, moved like lightning. With the support of his cultivation at the early stage of the Transformation Peak, his speed even surpassed that of Ye Yuchan, who possessed the Lesser Heavenly Thunder Body. Everyone only saw a flash before their eyes, and the little monk's short body suddenly disappeared from the spot.

A flash of cold light suddenly appeared, and the little monk unhesitatingly summoned a Buddhist artifact, a particularly slender spear that emitted a cold white light. At the same time, Zhuang Hai's aura surged rapidly, and for a moment, his spiritual energy cultivation seemed to have a faint tendency to break through to the peak of the Transformation stage!

This is definitely not an ordinary Buddhist artifact! It must be at least a royal grade!

Nearly peak cultivation level, a King-grade Buddhist artifact, plus Buddhist techniques...

Some people who had bet on Ye Yuchan's victory now deeply regret their actions; all that money had been wasted!

Heaven knows that this little monk actually possesses such a terrifying royal-grade magical artifact!

Is Ye Yuchan going to fight someone with her head down?

--boom!

A loud explosion was heard.

Zhuang Hai's bloodthirsty and murderous eyes immediately appeared before Yun Ping, and his terrifying spear burst forth with surging spiritual energy, piercing towards the girl's chest with an invincible force that could pierce through everything.

"Die here!"

Immediately afterwards—

Snapped!

It's like the crisp sound of a fully inflated balloon being punctured.

A hurricane swept past, and some cultivators with low cultivation levels felt as if their bodies were about to fall apart. If they hadn't circulated their cultivation techniques in time, they would probably have been blown away.

A long spear was blown by the gale into the air above the fighting arena. After circling several times, it fell helplessly to a spot in the audience and stuck vertically into the ground.

The wind gradually subsided.

The girl stood there expressionless, her right hand still in the gesture of waving her hand, suspended in mid-air.

At her feet lay Zhuang Hai, a young monk whose clothes were tattered and disheveled, half of his body already submerged in the fighting arena, his legs twisted at an eerie angle, his leg bones even piercing his thighs due to dislocation, twitching incessantly, his entire body covered in blood as if he had just walked through a sea of ​​blood.

"This is the first slap."

The girl spoke in a flat tone, as if she had simply swatted a mosquito.

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A long chapter of 5000 words, concluding at the end of the month.

Love you all.

39. You won't even get the chance to be placed in an urn.

The girl's slap was so casual, without even a glimmer of spiritual energy or a flash of lightning between her fingers, as if it were nothing more than a casual gesture.

This single slap, spanning an entire realm, knocked the young monk Zhuang Hai, who was nearing the peak of the Transformation stage, to the ground, slamming half of his body into the fighting arena.

This level of power alone is far beyond the capabilities of a mere Spirit Platform stage cultivator.

But she didn't use any magical artifacts, and there was no spiritual energy flowing around her. How could she do such a terrifying thing just by relying on the power of her physical body?

Qin Shishi didn't believe it, and no one present would believe it either.

But the facts are right in front of them. To those with insufficient cultivation, the little monk, who was so fast that he seemed to be crossing space, arrived with his spear in the blink of an eye, intending to take Ye Yuchan's life. But in the instant before he could even see her, he was slapped to the ground.

An extremely ordinary slap.

Acting?

No one would stage such an illogical play.

This is absolutely true.

"What's wrong? Stand up."

The girl stood before the young monk, whose body was convulsing and whose limbs had been twisted and broken by a slap. Her eyes were calm and her expression was indifferent.

Ye Yuchan would never show such a look; only Yun Ping would.

—The domineering and indifferent aura contained within that silence is something that no one else can replicate.

Whether provoked by Yunping's words or not, the little monk stiffened, then slowly pulled his upper body out of the pit, his ferocious face looking particularly terrifying under the stain of blood.

"—You bitch!!"

He roared, ignoring his severely injured legs, his body shimmering with golden light. His boundless spiritual energy transformed into a pure gold sword twenty or thirty meters long, with sacred energy swirling and condensing into a majestic and domineering dragon on it. Countless Buddhist characters were engraved on the sword, violently scattering bursts of light outward, causing the surrounding air to vibrate uncontrollably.

In an instant.

The young monk completely lost his mind. In his state of inner demons, his light golden eyes surged with boundless killing intent. The floor tiles of the fighting arena beneath his feet could not withstand such power and shattered and exploded, creating a circular pit. At the same time, he roared and his violent holy light sword, carrying the power to cleave the heavens and the earth, slashed towards the girl.

The Buddhist disciple was indeed worthy of being called a Buddhist disciple. The power of his sword made all the cultivators present feel the world change color, and everything in front of them turned into pure emptiness, as if the world had been invaded by that sword light.

however--

The girl neither dodged nor flinched, but looked at the fierce sword light that possessed earth-shattering power. She slightly raised her right hand and slapped the air in front of her.

Then, something terrifying happened—the overwhelming holy white light was completely blasted away by a single palm strike, turning into wisps of brilliant smoke and vanishing in the blink of an eye. The holy golden greatsword that the little monk had been holding high suddenly crumbled, and with a series of crackling sounds, all the frenzied spiritual energy disappeared without a trace.

Disappeared.

Nothing was left.