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

His eyes curved into crescent moons, and he aimed the giant scissors at Zuo He's lower body.

"You're so small, if my hand slips, it'll be a real problem."

"you--!!"

Zuo He was startled, already knowing what the young man in front of him was about to do.

He struggled desperately on the wooden plank, his brain on the verge of collapse almost forgetting that this was an illusion. His spiritual energy was also locked up, leaving only his golden eyes flashing continuously.

"Let me go, let me go!!"

"Don't castrate me! Aaaaaaahh ...

The glint of the scissors reflected Zuo He's sweaty face.

However, his cries had no effect.

Because the young man in the white shirt didn't give him any chance at all; with a single snip of the scissors, it was gone.

Blood splattered!

"Aaaaaah...!!"

thump.

The world turned completely dark.

Zuo He collapsed to the ground, his entire body falling into the darkness.

Gudong.

Swallow your saliva.

The scissors that suddenly disappeared, the storage room that suddenly disappeared, the young man who suddenly disappeared.

That was... an illusion.

Yes, that was an illusion.

Zuo He grinned, wiped the sweat from his face, and slowly stood up.

But just as he stood up, his legs suddenly went weak.

thump.

He knelt down on the ground.

At the same time, the world around us changed once again!

This time, what appeared before Zuo He was a bustling street, with ordinary people dressed in simple clothes walking on the gray stone bricks.

In the distance, there were bustling restaurants, and closer by, there were vendors selling all sorts of trinkets. Judging from this street alone, it didn't seem like a particularly dangerous place.

That being said.

But for Zuo He, what was truly terrifying was himself.

For some reason, two bulges of flesh suddenly appeared in my field of vision—bulges from my chest.

He stared blankly down at the two mounds of flesh on his chest, then silently reached out his right hand and touched between his legs.

It was completely empty; there was nothing there.

……

He... turned into a woman?!

Zuo He was so frightened he almost jumped up, but the memories surging in his mind left him stunned for a moment.

This time, his name wasn't Zuo He.

Her name is Su San.

For some reason, countless images that shouldn't belong to him flashed through his mind—little by little, they seemed to be trying to replace his original memories.

A sudden surge of sadness welled up in her heart, bringing tears to her eyes, which swelled uncontrollably.

As the piano music, which seemed to have long since blended into this world, reached her ears, she suddenly couldn't resist and began to sing, following the scenes in her memory.

"Su San left Hongdong County and came to the main street..."

"My heart is filled with sorrow before I speak, gentlemen of the past, please listen to my words..."

……

……

"Don't come any closer!!"

"Don't castrate me!!"

"Su San has left..."

Inside the venue.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged on the ground, her right hand hovering in mid-air.

Everyone stared in disbelief at Zuo He, who suddenly began touching between his legs while kneeling and weeping as he sang opera.

now.

The only voice.

It was the simple yet profound string music that came from the Tongxian Ladder of the Qin Sect.

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crazy?

crazy.

During this time, Zuo He seemed to no longer be Zuo He.

The Golden-Eyed Tiger Immortal, who should have stood proudly in the arena, now had his golden eyes, inherited from the Golden Radiant Tiger King millions of years ago, overflowing with tears. It was impossible to tell whether he was crying or laughing, or whether he was sad or happy.

One second he was a poor man surrounded by muscular men, about to be picked up by the soap.

The next second, he knelt down on the ground, crying and wailing, singing lyrics to express his grief.

Inside the main hall of the Qin Sect.

It was eerily quiet.

Grandma Nine Fingers, the sect leader of the Qin Sect, slumped in her chair, staring dumbfounded at Zuo He, who was laughing and cursing on the ground like a madman, and was speechless for a moment.

Let alone him.

Even Lin Yuan, who had stepped forward to prepare for a major battle with Zuo He, was stunned.

Before she could even make a move, and after she had just put down the zither, Zuo He suddenly went berserk.

It was so sudden.

They only knew that someone was playing music at the Tongxian Staircase at the mountain gate.

But they didn't know what tune the person was playing.

It seemed as if they were simply playing a few notes on the stringed ladder, using those slender strings.

It was just a few very simple string notes.

The buzzing sound of a zither echoed in my ears, and kneeling on the ground, wailing and crying, was Zuo Heshengxian from Xiandu.

When the people of the Immortal Capital under Zuo He saw this dignified immortal suddenly change into this state, they immediately realized that Zuo He had probably entered the realm of illusion and could not get out!

"Lord Holy Immortal!"

One of them rushed forward and placed a hand on Zuo He's shoulder, immediately activating his magic in an attempt to free Zuo He from the confined space.

However, the immortal technique he unleashed, once it entered Zuo He's body, seemed to sink into the ocean without causing the slightest ripple.

Zuo He showed no signs of waking up; instead, he grabbed the thigh of the man from Xiandu.

With snot and tears streaming down her face, she desperately rubbed her face against the man's thigh, screaming at the top of her lungs as she did so:

"You heartless man! How could you bear to sell me, your wife, to someone else..."

"How could you be so cruel? What will happen to my baby... Waaaaah!"

In a short time.

All eyes were on the two of them.

Not long ago, Zuo He had boasted that he would send a bell to the entire Qin Sect. Now, he was acting like a little girl, crying and waving his little fists at the thighs of his own people.

"You heartless bastard! You filthy scoundrel, you heartless pervert... Waaaaah..."

The disciple from Xiandu panicked, trying to break free while shaking Zuo He frantically: "Holy Immortal... Holy Immortal, please calm down!!"

"You owe me my youth, you owe me... Waaaaah~"

"Holy Immortal, you..."

Everyone in Xiandu was stunned.

I'm completely baffled.

This was the first time in their lives they had ever seen the Golden-Eyed Tiger Immortal Zuo He display such an attitude and utter such... such words.

They've already started considering whether they should actively try to forget this memory—because once Zuo He regains consciousness and realizes that his subordinates have clearly seen him immersed in the world of music…

no doubt.

Zuo He will definitely be furious. Whether he will really go crazy and kill his own people in a frenzy is all unknown.

Upon seeing Zuo He's posture, Qin Shishi, who was not far away, even burst out laughing.

That being said.

But perhaps the ladder to the top has been reached, or perhaps it's for some other reason.

Just as the two sides were deadlocked, the string music that had been lingering throughout the entire hall suddenly disappeared.

Once the echoing music was completely drowned out by the silence, Zuo He's heart-wrenching cries also suddenly stopped.

The Xiandu disciple hurriedly withdrew his right leg and took several steps back in a panic, staring at Zuo He with trepidation.