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

"He doesn't have the guts."

What reached my ears were the young man's calm words.

Hey.

Hey.

Footsteps.

The old man turned around in fear, only to see a young man standing in front of him, completely unaffected by the Buddha's light.

He lowered his head, looking at the astonished old man, then raised his head again to look at the enormous Buddha.

"Right?"

The words were spoken.

With a soft "pfft".

The golden light dissipated, the Buddha vanished, and the lotus withered.

Everything about Buddhism and Taoism, including the incarnations of Buddhism and Taoism themselves, vanished without a trace from behind the old man.

Ran.

91. I'm here.

Buddhism and Taoism have disappeared.

This is no longer a phenomenon that can be described by common sense.

It completely defies logic and is utterly incomprehensible.

As one of the Three Thousand Great Daos, how could he just... run away after hearing a single sentence from a man?

The old man collapsed to the ground, utterly powerless. His frail bones made him look like a lump of mud. He lay there, his eyes wide open, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

"This is impossible...this is impossible..."

He vehemently denied everything before him.

Even though it was real, he was still trying desperately to convince himself that it was a dream.

This can't be true, this is absolutely impossible!

but--

“I have always respected Buddhism and Taoism. Your Buddha, the founder of Buddhism and Taoism, is indeed a promising person.”

Yunping stood beside the old man who was slumped on the ground, raised his head, looked up at the pitch-black sky where nothing could be seen, and recalled the past: "His life can be described as legendary, and his thoughts can be described as profound. Therefore, even though he did not become a true immortal, I still respect Buddhism and Taoism."

"So I'm willing to give him face."

Yunping looked at the old man on the ground with some regret, who was still muttering to himself and couldn't believe what was happening: "But you refused."

"As a Buddhist practitioner, you have already lost your Buddhist heart. Although you do have the ability to influence the Buddhist path and even summon Buddhist incarnations, the Buddhist path itself, or rather, your Buddha, no longer trusts you."

"You are not a person with the Buddhist mind of liberation. Perhaps you once were, but from the moment you indiscriminately slaughtered innocent demons and regarded all demons as filthy and evil, your Buddhist heart has rotted..."

"Have you long forgotten the true meaning of the phrase 'equality of all beings'?"

The old man did not answer; he was completely deaf to Yunping's words, his mind filled only with his incomprehension of the Buddha.

He didn't understand why his own Great Dao Lord wouldn't protect him, why the Buddha would abandon him, and he didn't understand what kind of power this seemingly ordinary man in front of him possessed.

Horrible, absolutely terrifying.

But Yunping didn't care about his feelings. His expressionless face never showed the slightest hint of murderous intent.

“I think you’ve lived long enough. There’s no need for your rotten Buddhist heart to continue to rot. Compared to your stubbornness, perhaps your disciple has a better chance of inheriting the Buddhist teachings.”

"I will cripple your cultivation for you."

He slowly squatted down, placed his right hand on the old man's chest, and suddenly, a violent twisting force swirled out from his palm and entered the old man's body.

The old man finally recovered from his shock and stunned state. He felt his spiritual energy and meridians dissipate like a withered flower, and he immediately showed an extremely frightened expression.

"No...no...you can't do this!"

"For the rest of my life, I'll slowly sit in front of the Buddha statue and reflect on my actions."

Yun Ping showed no mercy, forcefully destroying all the spiritual energy and meridians in the old man's body, and even pulverizing his spiritual root, which had long since become the foundation of the Great Dao.

A sharp pain shot through him, and the old man's already collapsing consciousness could no longer support his broken body, causing him to faint immediately.

obsolete.

The young man in white slowly rose to his feet. In the ensuing silence, he glanced at the young monk Fahai, who stood frozen in the distance, trembling all over, and said calmly, "Take your master back."

He grabbed the old man's robe, pulled him up, and then threw him at Fahai like trash.

Fahai took his unconscious master in astonishment, his whole body trembling, his lips moving slightly, but in the end he couldn't utter a single word.

He was afraid, but he still wanted to know the identity of the young man in front of him, yet he dared not ask.

Even leaving was difficult, because his legs had been so terrified that they had lost all strength, and even standing had become extremely strenuous.

This is terrifying... In the blink of an eye, even the incarnations of Buddha and Tao vanished into thin air. If what he said is true, that Buddha and Tao didn't have the guts, then who exactly is he?!

A demigod?! The ultimate?!

do not know.

not understand.

Fahai was completely stunned; his mind was now blank.

Before he could even catch his breath, he heard a furious shout.

"Who dares to cause trouble at the Emperor's Pavilion?!"

The power of this voice was far beyond what ordinary cultivators could achieve.

The next second, two figures descended from the sky and came into Fahai's view.

The two were dressed in luxurious gold and red Taoist robes. The man was elegant and dignified, while the woman was tall and slender with a solemn and cold expression. Their appearance exuded an overwhelming aura.

Fahai recognized the Taoist robe.

This is a Taoist robe from the Imperial Pavilion!

"The Imperial Pavilion..."

Xu Yanliu slowly moved closer to Zhang Ruoxue, looking at the two people from the Emperor Pavilion who had suddenly appeared. Her expression changed from shock to something subtle.

Indeed, she was still reeling from the exaggerated scene of Yunping scaring away the Buddhist and Taoist masters with a single sentence. She didn't know who Zhang Ruoxue's teacher was, nor what kind of terrifying cultivation he possessed.

However, being able to rival a sage is indeed terrifying, but the problem lies in...

Now the Imperial Pavilion has arrived.

The Emperor Pavilion is recognized as the number one sect in the three heavenly domains, surpassing all other forces, and has a half-immortal presiding over it.

She didn't know the extent of Zhang Ruoxue's teacher's abilities, but she didn't think Yunping had the ability to contend with the Emperor's Pavilion...

That's an exaggeration.

"How to do?"

Xu Yanliu looked at Zhang Ruoxue, hoping to get an answer from her.

Zhang Ruoxue wiped away her tear-filled eyes, looked at Yun Ping's not-so-broad back, and shook her head: "I...I don't know..."

"The teacher... he looks... very angry."

"angry?"

Xu Yanliu blinked, seemingly wondering how Zhang Ruoxue knew Yun Ping was angry without seeing his face.

Zhang Ruoxue took a deep breath and slowly said, "I don't know, I just feel..."

How do you feel...?

That's a really uncertain statement.

But this time, Zhang Ruoxue's feeling was absolutely right.

Because Yunping was indeed very angry.

"The Imperial Pavilion?"

When he saw the Taoist robes on the two men, his expression unexpectedly turned extremely gloomy, more so than ever before, and a hint of cold killing intent even flashed in his eyes.

He has never liked the Imperial Pavilion, not in the past, and even less now!

The male disciple of the Imperial Pavilion looked around and found that everyone at the banquet had disappeared. His gaze then fell on Yun Ping: "Are you the one who caused trouble? Where are the guests at the banquet?"

Yunping's answer was simple: "He's dead."

"Dead?!" The woman frowned, staring at Yun Ping. "You killed him?"

"I killed him."

His admission was so straightforward that it left the two disciples from the Imperial Pavilion somewhat bewildered.

However, they quickly realized that since someone had admitted to causing trouble, the rest was simple.

"Since you dare to cause trouble here, you should know what the consequences will be!"

"Yes."

As Yun Ping watched the two slowly draw their magical swords from their waists, a wicked smile crept onto his lips.

"Of course I know."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"I never expected there would actually be someone so audacious as to cause trouble on the day of the Emperor's Pavilion banquet!"

Inside the imperial palace.

At the banquet, many people had already begun to talk about a certain audacious warrior.

It's one thing to cause trouble at the Emperor's Pavilion, but to choose the day of the Emperor's Pavilion's grand banquet is another. That banquet only happens once every hundred, thousand, or even ten thousand years. How could the Emperor's Pavilion not hold a grand and magnificent event?

To disrupt such a grand and solemn occasion would be tantamount to slapping the face of the Emperor Pavilion and Emperor Gu Tianwang.