Junior sister, I really need to control you.

Night falls at Xuanzhen Temple.

Li Yinsheng used his Wind-Swept Technique to sweep the four hostages down, and they crashed to the ground.

But he himself stood on a flying sword that gleamed with a cold light, enlarged to six or seven feet in length.

As a superior magical artifact, the Hanming Sword can naturally also be used for flying.

With this magical artifact, Li Yinsheng was finally free from the embarrassment of having to rely on the wind to lift him up every time he flew.

He stepped down from the magic sword, and the flying sword returned to its normal size and was back in his hand.

Li Yinsheng examined the superior flying sword over and over, unable to put it down.

He only realized how amazing it was after using a top-grade magic weapon.

In terms of flying, the speed of a superior flying sword is more than double that of the Wind-Soaring Technique, but its mana consumption is less than 40% of that of the Wind-Soaring Technique, and it is also easier and more convenient to control.

While flying in the air, he performed many difficult maneuvers with great interest, but it was tough on the people he was swirling around with his Wind-Pulling Technique, who vomited several times in mid-air.

As for the contest of magic...

The Cold Leaf Sword, a low-grade magic weapon, is incomparable to a high-grade magic weapon.

Li Yinsheng had had his fill of playing around. He put away the Hanming Sword and looked down at the four people who had fallen badly on the ground.

Several hemp ropes were added to their bodies, binding them tightly.

Their cultivation and meridians had been sealed by Meng Yu, greatly limiting their range of motion. They couldn't even stand up and walk; at most, they could only twist their necks and talk.

But just to be on the safe side, Li Yinsheng still tied them up.

"Gentlemen, although there are still a few intact guest rooms in Xuanzhen Temple, they should be cleaned up and left for you to stay temporarily," Li Yinsheng said, looking down at them.

"But you stole other people's spiritual essence and even tried to resist when you were caught. Your sins are grave. If you had any sense of shame, wouldn't you be tormented by your conscience if you stayed in the guest room?"

The four were taken aback, then nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, senior, we are not worthy of staying in the guest rooms."

"Your words are wise, senior. We are burdened with grave sins; how could we possibly defile the guest rooms?"

"We don't want the guest rooms, we don't want the guest rooms, we don't want the guest rooms..."

Li Yinsheng nodded: "In that case, there is a woodshed in the temple. Please stay there for now."

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 is there 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.

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

"You'll take it to your grave someday."

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 ugly.

"What do you mean, 'me'? She's ten years younger than you, and her cultivation is already unfathomable, probably no less than the temple's stewards," 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?" asked another female nun.

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

The alluring female cultivator sighed, "The temple probably doesn't want to escalate the situation."

"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 dignity 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 before him, in the main hall stood a tall old man with white hair and beard, but a ruddy complexion. Every rebuke he uttered reverberated like thunder in his internal organs.

"You practiced the superior techniques of my Yellow Crane Temple, cultivated advanced spells, and even possessed a top-grade magical artifact 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 putting 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 it been since your master bestowed the Cold Bright Sword upon you?" The abbot was even more furious. "If you had diligently refined your magical artifacts and cultivated 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 hiding his true strength. Young Yang was probably 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 ability..."

"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 deal or a small one, but the key is to prevent him from reporting us negatively 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: "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 our 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 even hired an 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 expert elder 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.

"Well... Junior Brother Lu is quite skilled in combat, but he's clumsy with words and has a fiery temper. Senior Brother, are you sure you'll handle the carrot and stick approach well, both the show of force and the sweet talk?"

The tall, thin old man asked, "What if he only uses force and doesn't try to appease the boy, 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 is starting 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 if I retrieved 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? Looking for 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."