Junior sister, I really need to control you

"You two guard the entrance to this hall. If that brat breaks through the door or the roof and tries to escape, throw him out of the net immediately!"

The two did not communicate telepathically; they simply bowed to their master's back to show that they understood.

As Li Yinsheng and the elderly man surnamed Huang entered the hall one after the other, the hall doors closed, and not a sound could be heard from inside.

The two stood guard at the doorway, one on each side.

Mu Xiaoyu practiced her skills meticulously in front of the hall.

"Junior brother, what do you think Master will do to that brat?" the pale-faced cultivator asked.

Before the other party could answer, he continued, "Once Master retrieves the Cold Bright Sword, do you think Master will bestow it upon you again?"

Senior Brother Yang's face twitched, and he changed the subject: "Senior Brother, look at that little girl, she's practicing very hard."

"What's the use of trying? Junior brother, has your cultivation stagnated and your eyesight deteriorated? Can't you see that that blond girl has no inherent talent?" The pale-faced cultivator sneered. "What's the use of trying if someone as dull-witted as her tries?"

"Sigh, that's true." Senior Brother Yang sighed. "But seeing that girl reminded me of you. You were just like her, lacking natural talent, but you made up for it with hard work, which is admirable."

"You!" The pale-faced cultivator immediately turned to look at his junior brother and roared, "What are you doing, talking in such a sarcastic tone? You want to fight me?"

"If we're talking about the principles of Yin and Yang, haven't you been trying to outdo me since just now, Senior Brother?" Senior Brother Yang retorted sarcastically.

The situation inside was still unclear, but the two were already getting increasingly angry and were about to start fighting.

But at that moment, the doors of the main hall were suddenly opened.

The two were immediately stunned.

They never doubted that their master was disciplining Li Yinsheng, but they never expected that the discipline would be carried out so quickly.

Just as the two were about to bow to their master and vie to flatter him, they saw their master, with a bruised and swollen face, having lost his Taoist robe, walking out in his undergarments and limping.

The two guards at the door were immediately stunned.

Let alone teaching Li Yinsheng a lesson, Master looks more like an ordinary old man who has been beaten up by thugs.

"You," the cultivator surnamed Huang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his inner sleeve, his dark circles glaring at his two disciples, "give me the Qiankun bag!"

The two were even more confused. It wasn't that they were disobedient; it was that their brains just couldn't keep up.

Seeing that the two did not react, the cultivator surnamed Huang became furious and kicked each of them in the groin, shouting, "Give me the Qiankun bag!"

The two snapped back to their senses, hurriedly dodging the kick, and then pulled out their storage bags, handing them over with both hands.

The cultivator surnamed Huang grabbed a storage bag in each hand, turned around, bowed deeply to the main hall, and spoke loudly.

"Senior Li, this is all the wealth the three of us possess. We are willing to offer it all to you!"

Chapter 29 An Even Greater Harvest, Master Huang He

The entrance to the main hall of Xuanzhen Temple.

The two disciples stared in disbelief as their master bowed respectfully towards the hall, then raised their two Qiankun bags with both hands and offered them up.

Li Yinsheng slowly walked out of the main hall, his Taoist robe now black with silver thread patterns.

Senior Brother Yang's pupils contracted.

No wonder Master was only wearing his inner robe; it turns out even his ceremonial robes had been taken away.

Li Yinsheng raised his hand, took the Qiankun bag from the Huang surname cultivator's hand into his palm, and casually hung it on his waist.

"Senior, including the Qiankun bag I have in your hand, all the belongings of the three of us are here." The cultivator surnamed Huang had a bruised and swollen face, but his expression was full of respect.

"And this robe was custom-made at the Casting Furnace Temple. The silver threads on it are the life silk spun by the hundred-year-old silver silkworms when they are turning into cocoons. It took three years to refine it. Once activated, it will protect the body with silver light. Apart from being afraid of fire, it can even withstand three-tenths of the effects of high-grade magic weapons."

“Hmm,” Li Yinsheng nodded, tugging at his Taoist robe. “Your robe is nice, but it’s a little small.”

The Taoist robe fit the tall and thin Huang-surname cultivator perfectly, but Li Yinsheng was half a head taller and much stronger, so the robe didn't fit him well.

“Senior, this garment has its own magic formula, which allows it to be adjusted to fit different body shapes,” the cultivator surnamed Huang immediately said.

As he spoke, he demonstrated several spells. Li Yinsheng watched them once, and without him casting any spells, his robes automatically changed, lengthening by half a foot and broadening his shoulders.

“Good, it fits perfectly now,” Li Yinsheng nodded in satisfaction. “It truly lives up to its reputation as a Dharma robe.”

The two disciples from Huanghe Temple exchanged a glance, both seeing the disbelief in each other's eyes.

Although the master was the deputy abbot, it was mainly because his ambition was not to manage the Taoist temple, but rather to devote himself to cultivation.

In terms of actual cultivation, the master is slightly better than the abbot, and is truly the number one person below the True Person in Huanghe Temple.

How could we have been defeated by the other side!

And they lost so quickly and so quietly!

The two fellow disciples were questioning their existence, while Mu Xiaoyu, who was not far away, stopped practicing her skills and watched the wicked old man's pathetic state in front of her senior brother, her eyes sparkling.

Wow, you're amazing! You beat that guy into submission so easily!

"It's a pity that although Vice Abbot Huang brought compensation, he didn't bring the ransom," Li Yinsheng said with a smile. "We can only ask you and your disciple to stay in the temple for a few days while your abbot comes to redeem you."

"Of course, of course," the cultivator surnamed Huang nodded repeatedly.

The pale-faced cultivator standing to the side was struck dumb, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Am I to be taken hostage too?

Senior Brother Yang, who was standing to the side, reacted much less strongly.

After all, this is the second time already; practice makes perfect.

He even felt a little happy.

Although both his and his senior brother's Qiankun bags were taken away, there wasn't anything good in his Qiankun bag.

Because his Qiankun bag was already stolen by Li Yinsheng yesterday.

Now, his new Qiankun bag contains only some worthless odds and ends, apart from the magic net artifact given to him by his master.

But my senior brother is different; his Qiankun bag truly contains all his wealth.

Thinking of this, Senior Brother Yang even felt a sense of satisfaction.

Serves you right! You mocked me all along, and now you're doing the same thing to me!

Just as Senior Brother Yang was about to observe the expressions on his partner's face, Li Yinsheng suddenly turned his head and looked at him.

His legs suddenly went weak, and he almost knelt down.

"I remember, this young friend's surname is Yang, right?"

Facing the middle-aged cultivator who was almost twice his age, Li Yinsheng said.

"You were the one who relayed my message last time. As the saying goes, one shouldn't bother two people with the same task. So, could you please make the trip again this time and relay a message back to Huanghe Temple?"

"Since you have given the order, senior, I will obey!" Senior Brother Yang hurriedly bowed, wishing he could bow deeply to the bottom.

As Li Yinsheng waved, Senior Brother Yang hurriedly ran towards the yellow paper crane.

“Hey, young friend Yang, your master and I hit it off immediately, and he has already given me that paper crane,” Li Yinsheng said leisurely from behind. “I’ll trouble you to use your wind-riding technique to go back on your own.”

The old man surnamed Huang's face twitched, his heart bleeding.

He never said anything like "sending cranes away".

The yellow paper crane was made using the unique secret method of the Yellow Crane Temple. It cannot be considered a magic weapon, but in terms of function and value, it is superior to many high-grade magic weapons.

Aside from being a daily mode of transportation, the most important thing about this yellow paper crane is that it is powered by the essence of blood, which can increase its speed several times over.

When encountering a powerful enemy, this item is extremely useful for escaping, and can be considered one of the key assets of Huanghe Temple.

Although the loss this time was only a talisman crane, not the method of refining it, it was still a huge loss, considering that there were less than ten talisman cranes in the entire Yellow Crane Temple.

If it weren't for the truly terrifying aura emanating from the young cultivator beside him, he would have taken the risk of jumping onto the talisman crane and fleeing for his life.

Of course, no matter how much his heart ached, upon hearing Li Yinsheng's words, he quickly exclaimed, "That's right, I have already presented this item to you, senior!"

“This… Master, Senior,” Senior Brother Yang said with a bitter expression, “I have always used magical artifacts to fly…”

But now his magical artifact has fallen into Li Yinsheng's hands.

He bent over, looked up at Li Yinsheng, and his eyes held a hint of hope that he could retrieve the magic weapon.

“It’s alright,” Li Yinsheng said without changing his expression. “I will give you a skill called ‘Armor Horse Technique’ to help you chase the wind and lightning. Go back and observe it quickly.”

Senior Brother Yang opened his mouth wide.

Armored Horse Technique?

Is this human talk?

You're making me run all the way back!

No... You're a senior who's even stronger than my master, at least give me the Zhang Fuyao Talisman, right?

What's with this "Jia Ma" technique? Don't I know this spell myself?!

No matter how much he complained in his heart, Senior Brother Yang didn't dare to say it out loud. He could only swallow his frustration and bow to express his gratitude.

Li Yinsheng pointed, and Senior Brother Yang suddenly felt as if his body was so light that it had no weight at all.

hiss……

I really don't know this kind of magic.

"This technique has only a three-hour time limit, young friend, you should go quickly," Li Yinsheng said.

Senior Brother Yang bowed again, then turned around and tried to run a couple of steps. He shot off like an arrow and crashed hard into the distant courtyard wall.

"Pfft... Hahahaha!" Mu Xiaoyu burst into laughter.

Ignoring the pain, Senior Brother Yang leaped over the wall and ran towards Huanghe Temple.

Li Yinsheng raised his hand and took the talisman crane, which was resting in the open space, into his palm.

Sensing the extraordinary materials used in the talisman crane, as well as the complex restrictions and inscriptions contained within it, his gaze toward the cultivator surnamed Huang became somewhat more friendly.

“Fellow Daoist, this item seems quite complicated. If you have the time now, why not go back into the hall and have a chat about this talisman crane?”

The cultivator surnamed Huang gritted his teeth inwardly, but still obediently replied, "...Yes, sir."

Li Yinsheng turned and walked into the hall.

The cultivator surnamed Huang followed closely behind, glaring at the pale-faced cultivator: "You come too, pour tea for me and the senior!"