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

He paused in his steps.

Zuo He took a deep breath, turned his head with a fierce gaze, and looked at the smiling Yun Ping'er.

What else do you want?

"Do you really think the Qin Sect is a place where you can come and go as you please?"

Yunping glanced at Zuo He, seemingly finding it amusing, and pointed to the ground.

"Well then, I won't ask anything of you."

"The string ladder was destroyed, but I've already fixed it, so it doesn't matter."

"But you gave me the bell, injured the sect leader of the Qin Sect, and even insulted Qin skills... Heh heh."

Her smile was utterly cold.

"What exactly do you want?" Zuo He asked coldly, his eyes wide with anger.

Yunping'er's answer was incredibly simple.

"Kneel here."

"Cut off both your legs and gouge out one of your eyes as an apology, then you can get lost."

20. The Finale

He'll cut off both his legs and gouge out one of his eyes as an apology!

Upon hearing Yun Ping'er's words, not only Zuo He, but even Qin Shishi and the others from the Qin Sect couldn't help but change their expressions drastically.

They thought that the sudden appearance of the musician was a stroke of good fortune amidst misfortune.

Unexpectedly, Yun Ping'er's words essentially sealed the fate of the feud between the Qin Sect and the Immortal Capital!

Perhaps there was still a chance to escape. Grandma Nine Fingers had even considered whether to take the entire Qin Sect away from the Extreme Heaven Domain and go to the Desolate Heaven Domain or some unknown secret realm to spend the war.

After all, the Qin Sect's power was not so great as to affect the war situation. Unless the capital city was bored, it would not seek revenge all over the world because of a small Qin Sect.

Moreover, from the very beginning, what Xiandu valued was only the area under the jurisdiction of the Qin Sect. Xiandu had no interest in the Qin Sect itself. After the Qin Sect left, the area was left vacant, and Xiandu was spared the trouble of destroying the Qin Sect.

But now it's different.

Yunping'er's words were directed at Zuo He.

Zuo He, the Golden-Eyed Tiger Immortal, is the head of the Eighteen Holy Immortals of the Immortal Capital! If this escalates to the level of personal grudges, no one can guarantee that Zuo He won't drag the entire Qin Sect into it because of his personal hatred.

A person who has been standing on a mountaintop for a long time, once beaten black and blue, can be more terrifying than anyone else when enraged.

"Are you determined to make an enemy of Xiandu?"

Zuo He narrowed his eyes, clenched his fists, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

“Hey~” Yunping’er revealed a charming smile and gently played the zither: “If I really want to talk about it, I’m going to make a personal grudge against you. Anyway, I’ve made countless grudges in my life, so one more won’t make a difference.”

"Do you know who I am?" Zuo He stared intently at Yun Ping'er, gritting his teeth: "I am the head of the Eighteen Immortal Saints of the Immortal Capital. To make an enemy of me is to make an enemy of the Immortal Capital."

"Fresh food?"

Yunping licked her lips with amusement: "It sounds pretty delicious."

"you--!"

"Don't get so agitated."

Yun Ping'er chuckled softly, her hand lightly stroking the strings of her zither. She winked at Zuo He and said with a smile, "If you insist that making an enemy of you is the same as making an enemy of the entire capital..."

"I'll settle this score."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was horrified.

They've become enemies with Xiandu!

Who in the world, besides the Demon Emperor of the Demon Dynasty, has the right and the courage to say these words?

The sudden appearance of Yun Ping'er is a blatant provocation against the entire Immortal Capital.

Zuo He's face was solemn, his eyes filled with murderous intent, as if he were about to transform into a ferocious beast and tear the peerless beauty before him to shreds at any moment.

But he knew he couldn't do it.

He dare not.

He doesn't have that ability either.

From that brief exchange just now—no, it didn't even qualify as an exchange.

He could sense that Yun Ping'er's cultivation level was far above his own, and coupled with that damned zither skill... if he were to fall into the spell of the music again, it would probably leave an indelible stain on his long life.

After a long silence.

Zuo He raised his head, and his killing intent had never disappeared from beginning to end.

"Who exactly are you?"

“I already said, my name is Yunping’er.” An impatient glint flashed in her uniquely dead fish eyes: “I’m just a passing musician.”

Anyone could see that she was definitely not just an ordinary musician.

But what is the background behind it, what kind of cultivation method does it practice, and to which faction does it belong?

No one knew the answers to these questions, and she didn't say anything.

All that people know about her is her name.

"Yunping'er—"

Zuo He stared coldly at the beauty before him, raising his hand high, wisps of green smoke gathering in his palm.

His brows furrowed, a surge of resentment welling up inside him. Reluctantly, he gritted his teeth and said, "I, Zuo He, will remember this name!"

The palm followed the words.

boom!boom!

The hand, entwined with magical power, crashed down with the force of Mount Tai, striking his own thigh.

Click, click.

His thighs and below shattered with a crash, his kneecaps were smashed apart by a single blow, and as the muscles in his legs festered, he immediately lost the strength to support himself and collapsed to his knees.

As the pain struck, cold sweat poured down Zuo He's forehead, but he still stared intently at Yun Ping'er, at her faint smile, at her seemingly indifferent dead fish eyes.

"Xiandu will surely avenge today's humiliation."

After speaking, Zuo He reached out to his right eye.

When three fingers touch the eye socket—

Yunping'er frowned and said coldly, "Wait."

Zuo He's hand movements suddenly stopped.

His face darkened with displeasure: "What else do you want to do?!"

"Who told you to gouge out your right eye? What use is that eye of yours if you gouge it out?"

Yunping flicked her wrist, pointed at Zuo He, and said in a commanding tone, "Gouge out his left eye."

Zuo He was startled.

Left eye?

That damn thing is his Golden Radiant Tiger King Eye!

It was the foundation upon which he established himself in the Immortal Capital, and the absolute trump card that allowed him to ascend to the top of the Eighteen Immortal Saints.

Now Yunping'er is telling him to gouge out this eye?!

Are you kidding me?

"I was just teasing you." Yun Ping'er chuckled, but the smile looked strange no matter how you looked at it: "To be precise, I was playing with you."

"You fucking get out of here..."

"But what can you do to me?"

Yunping interrupted Zuo He.

She sat cross-legged on the futon, the guqin resting on her jade-like legs, a threatening sneer on her face.

Her eyes held a hint of mockery and disdain as her words echoed throughout the entire Qin Sect Hall.

"Today I will not use any spells, formations, or martial arts; I will only use my musical skills."

“I will only use the piano skills you despise the most, the piano skills you consider useless, the piano skills you call garbage, the piano skills you insult…”

hum~

A series of stringed notes rose up.

In an instant.

Thousands upon thousands of mysterious musical incantations condensed around Zuo He once again, and the shape of those incantations slowly solidified into the form of sound blades, all of which were suddenly aimed at Zuo He in the very center.

A long sword hovered less than half a meter in front of Zuo He's golden eyes, its sharp light poised to strike, as if it would pierce his eyes and skull in the next instant.

"With my musical skills, I can kill you ten thousand times, and I can also make you perish and be destroyed ten thousand times within the realm of music."

Yunping'er's eyes were filled with frost and desolation.

"Remember this: Emperor Wen's musical skills are not something a piece of trash like you can insult."

Inside the venue.

A dead silence.

Under everyone's gaze, Zuo He took a deep breath, moved his right hand to his left eye, but his whole arm was trembling uncontrollably.

That resentment lingered in his heart, and the killing intent within him had spread throughout his entire body; his anger made his meridians tremble.

But before him floated countless sonic blades and musical instruments that he could not resist, and he was facing the threat of death.

Amidst this threat of death, that commanding voice was all the more terrifying.

"dig."