Junior sister, I really need to control you

The four of them were stunned.

The sinister-looking male cultivator couldn't help but ask, "Senior, how can there be a woodshed in a Taoist temple? With the Burning Wind Technique, we can start a fire without fuel; we don't need firewood at all."

Li Yinsheng remained expressionless.

Why would there be a woodshed? Because when I first entered the temple, I didn't know any magic. If I didn't chop wood and make fires, I would have had to live the primitive life of eating raw meat and drinking blood!

That woodshed was converted from another room!

"Why are you asking so many questions!"

He rolled up his sleeves, and a gust of wind swept the four of them up and threw them into the woodshed next door, then closed the door.

……

The four people who were thrown into the woodshed were so dizzy and disoriented that it took them a while to catch their breath.

The sinister cultivator was the first to recover, struggling to get up.

He tried to lean against the wall, but touched the wound on his back, which made him tremble with pain. He could only use his uninjured shoulder to brace against the wall, and spoke with a fierce look on his face.

"You bastard! A junior ten years younger than me dares to humiliate us like this! I'll remember this debt, and one day..."

"Sooner or later you'll take it to your grave."

The alluring female cultivator also caught her breath, then lay down on the ground and rolled her eyes.

"Junior Sister Mei, you..." The sinister male cultivator choked, his face growing increasingly grim.

"What do you mean, 'me'? He's ten years younger than you, and his cultivation is already unfathomable, probably no less than the deacons in the temple," the alluring female cultivator rolled her eyes higher and higher, "You still dare to dream of revenge?"

The sinister-looking male cultivator remained silent for a long while, then spat fiercely: "Damn Xuanzhen Temple! Wasn't it all in decline? Where did this monster come from!"

"That kid has always lived a secluded life, never engaging in magical battles. Every time he goes into the Hundred Thousand Mountains to search for spiritual herbs, he only sells ordinary goods. He doesn't seem to have any profound cultivation at all!"

The alluring female cultivator exerted her strength, shifting to a more comfortable prone position, and spoke:

"They used to be keeping a low profile, but now they probably think they've mastered their skills and don't want to hide anymore."

"Or perhaps they felt that Xuanzhen Temple was going to be disbanded and could no longer be hidden."

"Hmph...Mastered divine skill? Bah!" the sinister male cultivator said coldly. "Once the expert from the temple comes to rescue us, we'll cripple him!"

"Stop dreaming. Do you think the precepts of the Zhengyang lineage are just scraps of paper?" The alluring female cultivator shook her head. "At most, a deacon skilled in combat will come, teach him a lesson, and rescue us."

"That's it?" another female cultivator asked.

"What else can he do? With his cultivation level, if he goes to the Dharma lineage to complain, the Dharma lineage will take it seriously. If the Dharma lineage really investigates thoroughly, that would be a huge problem..."

The alluring female cultivator sighed, "The temple probably doesn't want to make a big deal out of this."

“Then… at least we should get our Qiankun Bag back, right?” another female cultivator said.

“Of course,” the sinister male cultivator said confidently. “If we can’t even get back the stolen Qiankun bag, where will the face of my Yellow Crane Temple be?”

……

"I ask you, where is the face of my Huanghe Temple?!"

Inside the main hall of Huanghe Temple, a thunderous rebuke crashed down like a tidal wave, causing Senior Brother Yang, kneeling before the hall, to tremble with fear.

In the distance in front of him, in the main hall stood a tall old man with white hair and beard, but a ruddy complexion. Every rebuke he uttered was like a thunderclap that shook one's internal organs.

"You practiced the superior techniques of my Yellow Crane Temple, cultivated superior spells, and even had a top-grade magic weapon bestowed upon you by your master, yet you lost to a mere brat from the Xuanzhen Temple?"

"You tell me, where do you think you're going to put the face of my Yellow Crane Temple?!"

"Master, please forgive me," Senior Brother Yang knelt on the ground. "It's not that I didn't try my best, but that person's cultivation was truly unfathomable. I only exchanged two or three blows before he took away my magic weapon..."

"How dare you say that! How long has your master given you the Cold Bright Sword?" The abbot was even more furious. "If you had diligently refined your magical artifacts and maintained a deep connection with them, how could they have been so easily taken away and had their mark erased?"

“Disciple…disciple…I have been refining diligently, but that person’s magical power is too profound…” Senior Brother Yang had no words to express his suffering.

He believed he had refined the ritual implements very well, but the abbot insisted that he was lazy and not diligent in refining them. How could he prove himself?

The magical artifacts now belong to others!

"Senior brother, senior brother, calm down..."

On the left side of the main hall, an elderly man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies, tall and thin but vigorous, came out and stood beside the abbot.

"That kid from Xuanzhen Temple was too cunning. Young Yang must have been caught off guard and underestimated his opponent, which led to his defeat. It wasn't because he wasn't diligent in his cultivation or lacked skill..."

“Master, I didn’t underestimate my opponent…” Senior Brother Yang blurted out.

He was truly wronged.

Does that mean we can defeat that person just by not underestimating them?

"Shut up, you unfilial disciple!" The tall, thin old man glared fiercely at his disciple.

I know you didn't underestimate your opponent, but can't you tell I'm pleading for you and making excuses for you, you idiot?

"Alright," the abbot shook his head, "For the sake of your master, I'll let this shameful punishment of yours go for now. Go to Chunyu Hall to heal your wounds."

"Thank you, Abbot, thank you, Abbot..."

After thanking him, Senior Brother Yang quickly left.

Watching the junior scramble and stumble in a disheveled state, the abbot let out a heavy snort, still not satisfied.

"Senior brother," the tall, thin old man asked, "how do you plan to handle this matter? It could be a big or small matter, but the key is to prevent him from reporting us to the lineage!"

"Deal with him? Hmph, naturally we should teach that kid a lesson first, give him a good beating, then threaten him a bit, and then, while he's in a state of panic, we should appease him and give him some compensation..."

The abbot stroked his beard and said, "Even if this kind of greenhorn has good talent and knows how to keep a low profile, his character is ultimately not mature enough."

"A sudden barrage of both harsh words and sweet promises, combined with threats, inducements, and reasoning, will naturally shut him up."

"As for the future... this child has such cultivation at such a young age, it is not advisable to make enemies or grudges."

"After this matter is settled, in a couple of years, we can find a few more pretexts to show him kindness, resolve the grievances, and make him turn his hatred for Huanghe Temple into friendship, turning enemies into friends. It shouldn't be difficult..."

The expert elder nodded: "That's very good. It's just a pity about the spirit-gathering array at the Spirit Eye. It's probably doomed. We had to ask the array master from the Seven Star Temple to set it up."

“It’s alright, at least we can get the materials back, which will cover about five or six tenths of the cost,” the abbot shook his head. “And with the spiritual energy we’ve collected over the years, we’re still making a profit.”

"Hmm..." The experienced old man nodded.

He then asked, "However, who does Senior Brother intend to send to teach that brat a lesson? Judging from my unworthy disciple's injuries, this kid's cultivation is truly not bad."

"Of course it's Junior Brother Lu from the Demon Subduing Hall; he's in charge of this," the abbot said.

"This... Junior Brother Lu is quite skilled in combat, but he is clumsy with words and has a fiery temper. Senior Brother, are you sure you can handle the big stick and sweet treat tactics, both the show of force and the appeasement, well?"

The tall, thin old man asked, "What if he only uses force and doesn't try to appease the kid, and pushes him too far? What if he goes to the sect to complain?"

"This..." The abbot hesitated.

"Perhaps I should go myself," said the tall, thin old man.

"Junior brother, are you going?" The abbot shook his head. "No, no, no, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?"

"It's alright. At this age, although I still have many years left, my body has begun to decline, and my cultivation will hardly make any further progress. I might as well do more for the temple while I'm still healthy."

The tall, thin old man laughed and said, "Besides, that unworthy disciple's Cold Bright Sword was a gift from me. Now that it has been taken away, it would be better for me to retrieve it myself."

"Very well, since Junior Brother insists on going, then I'll trouble you." The Abbot nodded.

……

Meanwhile, at Xuanzhen Temple, in front of Mu Xiaoyu's bedroom.

Li Yinsheng walked slowly to the door and asked, "Junior Sister? May I come in?"

"Senior brother?" Mu Xiaoyu's voice came from inside the house. "What are you doing here so late? Do you want some snacks?"

A few breaths later, her voice suddenly turned terrified: "No! It's not that late yet, Senior Brother, you're not making me practice all night, are you?!"

As she screamed in terror, a series of clanging and banging noises echoed through the room.

"Heh..." Li Yinsheng shook his head and chuckled, "I told you to rest today, so naturally I won't make you do extra training."

"I'm here to give you your allowance for this month."

Chapter 25 Fifty Years of Cultivation!

In Mu Xiaoyu's bedroom at Xuanzhen Temple.

Li Yinsheng and Mu Xiaoyu sat facing each other across a table.

"Senior brother, you said you're here to give me my allowance for this month?" Mu Xiaoyu asked earnestly.

"I've said it three times already," Li Yinsheng said helplessly.

Mu Xiaoyu pointed to the mountain of talisman coins piled on the table: "What are these?"

“Yes, all of them.” Li Yinsheng nodded.

"How many talismans are there in total?" Mu Xiaoyu asked.

“Around 90,000,” Li Yinsheng said. “Adding what you already had, it should be exactly 100,000.”

He spoke with great certainty when he said "exactly 100,000," because he could see Mu Xiaoyu's savings in the mission of cultivating wealth.

Moreover, she hasn't spent any more talisman money since she bought snacks last time.

Facing the talisman coins on the table, Mu Xiaoyu rested her elbows on the table, her hands supporting her delicate face, her expression serious, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he asked a question that left Li Yinsheng speechless for a long time.

"Senior brother, do you want to buy me to be your maid?"

“No,” Li Yinsheng asked after a moment of silence, “Why would you think that?”

“If one talisman coin is worth ten taels of silver, then one hundred thousand talisman coins would be one million taels of silver,” Mu Xiaoyu said seriously. “My family buys maids and servants for less than one hundred taels each.”

"Logically speaking, if a princess like me were to get married, the total dowry should only be equivalent to tens of thousands of taels, not more than one hundred thousand taels."

"Senior brother, you're giving me a million taels of silver all at once, which is more than ten times the dowry. I can only assume that you're going to buy me as your maid."

Mu Xiaoyu counted on her fingers.

Li Yinsheng was both amused and exasperated. He raised his hand and tapped her head: "What are you thinking! Do I look like I need a maid?"

Mu Xiaoyu covered her head, looking at Li Yinsheng with teary eyes.