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

Grandma Nine Fingers is a zither immortal who has ascended to the path of sainthood through her zither skills!

At this moment, the Way of Literature, founded by Emperor Wen, responded to the call of his followers. The surging breath of the Great Way suddenly poured into the head of Grandma Nine Fingers, and along her nine fingers that had created countless classic masterpieces, merged with the ancient body of the zither.

Buzz!

The sound of the zither resonated!

At this moment, the several elders of the Qin Sect could no longer merge their music with that of Grandma Nine Fingers.

Because that's too domineering, too terrifying, too tyrannical!

After infusing the breath of the Great Dao into the zither, Grandma Nine Fingers' hand movements were not fast, but the zither music became increasingly urgent and full of killing intent.

Suddenly, they heard the clear and melodious sound of the zither. Everyone in the Immortal Capital, including Zuo Heshengxian, saw that the surrounding area had turned into a land of corpses and blood. In the distance, a person was sitting cross-legged in mid-air playing the zither, with a terrifying blood moon shining behind him!

In the distance, the sea of ​​blood surged and churned endlessly, the surging waves of blood like ancient ferocious beasts, roaring and howling as they hurtled towards them.

realm.

The realm of the zither music, after merging with the Great Dao, can even directly affect the soul of the listener.

Of course.

The people of Xiandu remained completely still.

It was as if they were already used to such sights.

"That's it?"

Zuo He shook his head in disappointment, and then his left eye, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened.

His golden pupils emanated an aura of dominance that soared straight to the heavens.

In an instant, the towering sea of ​​blood vanished into nothingness, and the million sonic blades hidden in the blood moon, which had been poised to strike, also turned to ashes at the same moment.

He only glanced at those golden eyes.

Just one glance.

Grandma Nine Fingers reacted as if she had seen a ghost. Her pupils shrank and her eyes bulged. As she leaned forward, she vomited a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. In the blink of an eye, all the strings of the guqin under her hand snapped, and countless tiny cracks appeared on the body of the instrument!

Her aged and frail body slumped on the ancient wooden chair, while the zither in her hand slipped to the ground. Upon touching the ground, it could no longer support its dilapidated body and immediately shattered into useless wood chips.

"metropolitan!!"

The elders of the Qin Sect were horrified. But before they could do anything, they discovered that the qin (a seven-stringed zither) covering their legs were also exploding one by one, and their beloved qin were turned into dust flying everywhere.

……

Quiet.

For a moment, there was utter silence.

Even Qin Shishi, who was originally extremely indignant and wanted to rush up, was stunned.

Because those golden eyes were so terrifying, just one glance made Qin Shishi feel as if she had fallen into an endless abyss, and her entire soul trembled.

Huang Luo huddled in the corner, his face filled with terror, barely daring to breathe.

"The Qin Sect, hehe..."

Zuo He raised his head, looking down arrogantly at the Qin Sect elders who were slumped on the ground, and then glanced disdainfully at the Nine-Fingered Grandma who was bleeding profusely from her mouth in the distance.

He stood behind the meticulously packaged clock and placed his palms against it.

With a cold smile on his face, his words echoed throughout the entire Qin Sect Hall.

"It's all outdated stuff. Emperor Wen? He's just an old, outdated thing. Now it's the era of immortals and demons... no, in a while, it should be the era of the Immortal Capital."

As he stroked the patterns on the clock, he said calmly, "Therefore, things from the old era should be eliminated and obediently submitted to the Immortal Capital. There wouldn't be so many problems then. People must keep up with the times."

“Useless things like playing the piano, ah… forgive my bluntness.”

"It's garbage."

This statement came out.

The disciples of the Qin School were filled with boundless rage.

But Zuo He used his golden eyes to survey his surroundings.

"Who else? Who else disagrees?"

"My words are left here—"

"Who else disagrees?"

……

anyone there?

Those indignant Qin Sect disciples felt their souls turn cold the moment they saw those golden eyes, and they couldn't even utter a word.

Qin Shishi clenched her fists, but the fear in her soul prevented her from moving.

A dead silence.

"Oh."

A small amount of spiritual energy surged from Zuo He's palm. He sneered, having already guessed the outcome, and couldn't be bothered to care about those Qin Sect disciples.

He stared at the frail Nine-Fingered Grandma with a murderous gaze.

"As I said—"

He was here to fulfill his mission at Qinzong.

Destroy the Qin Sect!

"Your Qin Sect must accept this bell today!"

A palm strike landed!

The Xuanzhong bell flew out like lightning towards Grandma Nine Fingers. The spiritual energy on it was the spiritual energy of the Holy Immortal Zuo He. A Holy Immortal's palm strike is not something that anyone can withstand!

A hint of fear surfaced in Grandma Nine Fingers' eyes. She wanted to escape, but her legs had already given out!

The remaining elders of the Qin Sect didn't even have a qin (a seven-stringed zither). Without a qin, the Qin Sect was completely useless!

Just as the Xuanzhong bell was about to smash Grandma Nine Fingers into a bloody mess.

"I don't agree!"

hum.

A deep, resonant zither melody enveloped the Xuanzhong bell.

The heavy bell stopped suspended in mid-air less than half a meter away from Grandma Nine Fingers.

An unpleasant expression flashed across Zuo He's face. He turned slightly to the side, his cold gaze fixed on the petite figure who had uttered the childish voice.

Her hair was bright red, her cheongsam was crimson, her body was petite and exquisite, and her beautiful features were filled with a chill.

17. Today I'm going to imitate Captain Death.

“Yuan’er, you…”

Qin Shishi hurriedly stood up, her face pale.

She never expected Lin Yuan to make a move at this moment.

Admittedly, Yuan'er is a ninth-level master musician, but judging from her current cultivation level, she is certainly no match for the Golden-Eyed Tiger Immortal Zuo He.

Although she did save the Qin Sect Master and spare Grandma Nine Fingers' life, danger has clearly enveloped the petite girl.

Lin Yuan's face was cold as she slightly raised her right hand.

The incredibly heavy Xuan Bell was instantly blasted away, flying into a corner of the Qin Sect's main hall, where it landed right in front of a Qin Sect disciple named Huang Luo.

hum~

A loud, muffled thud resounded throughout the venue, the chimes echoing endlessly, deafeningly loud.

"It's alright, Sister Shishi."

Lin Yuan turned her back to Qin Shishi and left behind those seemingly reassuring words.

At this moment, Qin Shishi saw a faint white light floating in Lin Yuan's palm. Within that white light was a simple ancient zither, shrunk several times over, like a plaything in the palm of her hand.

As spiritual energy flowed in, the guqin began to float and spin in the air, continuously enlarging as if absorbing the light from its outer layer. After only a few seconds, it returned to its original size.

Upon seeing this zither, Qin Shishi, who had a deep understanding of zither playing, was taken aback.

For some reason, she always felt that this seemingly ordinary guqin contained something unknown... and in terms of age, the wood that made up this guqin seemed to be too old.

As for the pale silver strings, she couldn't even tell what they were made of; they seemed to be the whiskers of some kind of giant beast, or something else entirely.

"Oh? Little girl."

Zuo He naturally couldn't ignore Lin Yuan. He turned to the side, and the domineering golden eyes of the Heavenly Radiance Golden Tiger King stared intently at Lin Yuan, his eyes full of curiosity.

"You can still move."

"It's just outdated intimidation tactics."

Lin Yuan's tone became somewhat unlike her usual self.

Even Qin Shishi was taken aback when she caught the chilling coldness in Yuan'er's words.

Looking at that petite figure from behind, Qin Shishi was momentarily stunned.

Does Yuan'er... also have this side to her?

At this moment.

Lin Yuan has indeed become unlike Lin Yuan.

Her eyes underwent a strange change, suddenly turning a deep, blood-red color.

Those two double pupils merged and mixed together at an extremely rapid pace, condensing into that ominous red pupil.

"you……"

Zuo He, one of the Eighteen Immortals, felt an unusual sense of pressure from Lin Yuan's frail body.

That sense of oppression emanated from the biological hierarchy.