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

"..."

Zuo He's expression gradually returned to normal. He awoke from the endless reverie and looked around in bewilderment.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, he immediately understood the whole story.

boom!

The spiritual energy within his body suddenly erupted.

Zuo He's eyes were bloodshot and burning with rage. He immediately stood up, his face contorted with rage, like a tiger that had been thoroughly enraged. His spiritual energy seemed to surge out recklessly, transforming into wisps of thick smoke that surrounded him in the form of immortal magic.

His heavy breathing was truly like that of a ferocious beast, and his murderous eyes swept around, a wisp of blood escaping from between his teeth.

"Who is it?!"

A roar.

The entire Qin Sect Hall was trembling violently.

he knows.

Yes, Zuo He knows.

He knew that everyone present had seen his embarrassing moment, and he knew just how much face he had lost!

The more humiliated he is, the angrier he becomes!

He now wished he could transform into the Golden Tiger King from millions of years ago, using his supreme rage and sharp claws to tear apart the eyes of everyone who saw his despicable appearance!

But before that, he had to find... find the damned person who had put him in this predicament!

"Is it you? Is it you? You brat!"

Zuo He glared angrily at Lin Yuan, who was not far away.

It was this girl who stepped forward just now, so he naturally assumed that the music was played by Lin Yuan.

Before Lin Yuan could answer, Zuo He suddenly lay prone on the ground, with all four limbs on the ground, his back arched, and his hands pressed down on the ground, like a wild beast purely controlled by murderous intent.

boom!

A terrifying shockwave swept across the entire venue, and the surging winds blew all the surrounding tables away!

"Die!"

Transformed into a fierce tiger, Zuo Hefei leaped forward, his fists and palms resembling the sharp claws and teeth of a tiger, instantly attacking the petite Lin Yuan.

Yuan'er frowned, knowing that she was no match for him in terms of pure strength, and immediately tried to escape.

But there's no longer any need for that.

Because the layer of immortal smoke surrounding Zuo He was absorbed by something, even Zuo He himself seemed to freeze in mid-air, as if time and space had stopped.

His limbs were not wrapped with silk threads or strings, there was no spiritual energy or incantation around him, and there were no magic arrays in any sense above his head or below his feet.

Standing out of thin air.

It hovered in mid-air in a posture that no one could understand.

hum~

A clear, melodious zither tune seeped in from the entrance of the main hall.

"Don't go to the wrong person. The one who made you a eunuch in there and forced you to pick up soap is me."

Cold and detached words.

Frozen in mid-air, Zuo He grinned, struggling to move while turning his pupils halfway around to look to his side and behind him.

Lin Yuan also looked in the direction of the sound.

The next second, as if she had seen something unbelievable, she lost her balance and almost fell over.

Inside the venue.

Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the strands falling softly.

Her white robes were as pure as snow, and she wore simple cloth shoes. A light blue belt was wrapped around her waist. Her stunningly beautiful face, which could topple kingdoms, had a slightly upturned nose and cherry-red lips that smiled gently.

If we were to evaluate her, this woman would undoubtedly be considered a goddess of unparalleled beauty, a goddess above all others. A single glance from her could not only captivate a city, but would likely make every man in the world fall in love with her.

But it has only one drawback.

Those eyes were devoid of any vitality, like those of a dead fish turned belly up.

The woman reached up and brushed aside the black hair at her temple. Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, she flipped her right hand and, using the same method as Lin Yuan before, made the brown guqin in her palm rotate and return to its original size.

"you……"

Zuo He's eyes were so wide they seemed to be popping out of their sockets, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.

His mouth was stretched into a wide, grotesque grin, and the sound of muscles tearing could be clearly heard.

"It's you...it's you!! It's the piece you played!"

"Who exactly are you?! How dare you interfere in the affairs of our Immortal Capital?!"

"I?"

The black-haired woman took a step forward.

The technique of shrinking the earth to an inch was a piece of cake for her.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived beside Lin Yuan, who had just managed to steady herself. He put one arm around Yuan'er's fragrant shoulder, and with the other hand, he stroked the zither. He sat down cross-legged, letting the simple ancient zither rest on his beautiful legs.

"My name is Yunping'er, a passing musician."

Yunping'er.

Yuan'er's head was buzzing. She looked at the profile of the beauty beside her and was about to say something, but she swallowed it back.

Qin Shishi's lips twitched slightly, her gaze fixed intently on Yun Ping'er; her expression was truly remarkable.

Zuo He had never heard of the name Yunping'er before.

"Musician, it's the same musician again..." Zuo He's resentment towards Yun Ping'er had reached its peak: "Today I'm going to tear down your entire Qin Sect and slaughter all the musicians in the world!"

"Sigh... young man, don't be so aggressive."

Yunping waved her hand and flung it away.

That strange force no longer restrained Zuo He's actions.

Zuo He was startled at first, then he activated his immortal technique, and green smoke enveloped his right fist. In the eyes of the Golden Radiant Tiger, holy light shone brightly.

He raised his fist high, intending to smash the peerless woman in front of him.

Or perhaps—

hum~

But his fist just wouldn't land.

The sound of the zither began.

Centered on Zuo He, from all directions—above, below, beside, in front of him—the Qin Jue that suddenly appeared from the void transformed into countless sharp sound blades, simultaneously striking Zuo He.

The neck, the heart, the lower abdomen where the spiritual root is located... and between the legs.

Every vital point is threatened by no less than ten musical techniques and ten sonic blades.

That fist, raised high, if it dares to move even slightly...

"Don't you understand your situation yet?"

Yunping raised her head slightly, a devilish, icy smile appearing on her lips.

……

We've hit a brick wall.

Zuo He stared at Yun Ping'er with resentment. He could tell that this woman was not someone to be trifled with.

He had no choice but to be surrounded by sonic blades poised to strike.

The brilliant light in his golden eyes gradually dimmed. He closed his left eye, forcing back the anger rising in his chest, and swallowed it down.

"it is good……"

His voice was a trembling tone, a result of his control to suppress his anger: "Okay."

"What happened today was due to the recklessness of our Xiandu."

His face was filled with boundless anger and hatred. He looked up and glanced at Grandma Nine Fingers, who was slumped in a chair: "It was my stupidity that angered Grandma Nine Fingers."

"We will visit again in the future."

These words were spoken.

Yunping'er gently plucked the strings again, and then all the sound blades surrounding Zuo He disappeared.

She gave Zuo He a mysterious smile. Although a beautiful woman's smile is indeed charming, the anger in Zuo He's heart did not allow him to appreciate it.

"Humph."

He snorted coldly, spat to the side, and then turned away contemptuously.

He gave the order to the hundreds of his subordinates from the Immortal Capital:

"Let's go."

Today, they have failed.

Zuo He never expected that Yun Ping'er would suddenly appear halfway through the journey. This girl, whose name he had never heard of before, was at least a saint in terms of cultivation!

With his abilities alone, he probably really couldn't destroy the Qin Sect.

A gentleman takes his revenge, even after ten years.

He has made up his mind to destroy the Qin Sect, so the Qin Sect is doomed to perish!

It's just a matter of time.

With these thoughts in mind, Zuo He angrily led his vast force of a hundred immortals, preparing to leave the main hall.

But suddenly, Yunping'er's voice came from behind him.

"Who gave you permission to leave?"