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

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The young man knocked on the tightly closed iron gate of the tool shop. It was really strange, even though it was almost noon and the shops next to this tool shop had been open for a long time, this tool shop was still closed.

"Could it be that it has gone bankrupt?" Ye Yuchan wondered.

Boom boom boom!

Yunping increased the pressure on his hands, but unlike Ye Yuchan, he didn't show any doubt, as if it was normal for the other party not to open the door.

However, Yunping's expressionless banging on the iron gate gave Ye Yuchan an inexplicable sense of dread. She subconsciously thought that Yunping was determined to provoke the iron gate.

"that……"

"It's so noisy! So noisy! So noisy! What are you doing?!"

Just as Ye Yuchan was about to persuade Yunping to go back, the iron gate was suddenly flung open.

The boy, who looked no more than fourteen years old, put on an angry face, glaring at Yun Ping's dead fish eyes. His tattered white shirt was covered in dust.

Upon seeing that the visitor was Yunping, the boy's murderous glare slowly subsided, but his inherent laziness and impatience remained undisguised.

"Why did you arrive so quickly? It's not the same time as your reservation."

"I needed your help with something, so I just stopped by to see you."

"You'd come to see me out of kindness? I don't believe it even if you beat me to death." The young man picked at his ear, his lazy gaze falling on Ye Yuchan, and suddenly he became a little interested. "What, that female disciple from last time wasn't enough, so you found another one this time?"

The female disciple from last time was obviously referring to Lin Yuan, so Ye Yuchan wasn't particularly affected.

Yunping pursed his lips and glanced at the messy environment inside the tool shop, which was as messy as ever, like a doghouse. Seeing this, Yunping was convinced that this guy hadn't received any business in the past month.

Before Yunping could say anything, the boy turned around and picked up a strangely shaped hammer. "Are you here to get a weapon for your apprentice again?"

"Again?" Ye Yuchan looked at Yunping curiously. "You've always been here..."

“Yes, I always come here to get a suitable weapon for each of my apprentices.” Yunping did not deny Ye Yuchan’s doubts, and turned to the boy, saying, “Since you know why I’m here, then do me a favor.”

"Of course, helping is no problem."

The boy said something casually, then turned around, a wicked smile appearing on his lips.

—Well, this kid's going to try and extort money from me again.

Yunping and he had made no fewer than a hundred deals. Basically, Yunping could guess most of what the little brat was thinking just by looking at his expression.

He hasn't taken on any business for over a month, and now that Yunping has suddenly come to him asking for help, he's definitely going to take advantage of him.

So, the boy silently held up two fingers and gave Yunping a knowing look.

I don't understand you at all!

"Um... two portions, right? Okay, I'll get them right away..."

"Hey, hey, you old bastard, stop pretending! I need twenty portions!" Seeing that Yunping was trying to get away with it, the boy quickly called out to stop him.

"Twenty copies? Why don't you just rob someone? Do you know how hard I worked to collect these materials?!"

"Heh." The boy sneered and pointed to the signboard above his head. "See the name of our craft shop? Come if you want, get lost if you don't."

...It seems this little brat is really going to take advantage of me.

Yunping gritted his teeth and held up five fingers.

"A maximum of five servings."

Fifteen portions.

"Seven portions!" Yunping slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"Fifteen portions!" The boy slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"Nine...nine portions!" Yunping was unusually weak-willed, but his eyes still held firm.

"Fifteen portions!" the boy sneered.

"Ten servings, no more than that!"

Seeing Yunping's heartbroken expression, the young man felt immense satisfaction and immediately agreed.

"Deal, ten portions, payment in advance, otherwise I won't do it for you."

“…Fine!” Yunping gritted his teeth, his face still somewhat pale.

The boy glanced at Ye Yuchan with satisfaction, his eyes seeming to hold a deeper meaning.

In his opinion, this girl's status was not low; Ye Yuchan was the first person who could make Yunping bleed so much.

Having received the reward he wanted, the boy chuckled and knew it was time to get down to business.

The strange hammer tumbled halfway through the air before finally landing steadily in his hand. "Alright, now you can tell me what kind of weapon you want to forge for your apprentice, right? A sword, a knife, or something else?"

"I want you to forge a bow for her."

"A bow?!" The boy exclaimed in surprise, asking incredulously, "Are you sure you want a bow?"

"What's wrong? We've already agreed on the price, are you trying to back out?" Yun Ping narrowed his eyes and cracked his knuckles.

Knowing Yunping's abilities, the young man had no intention of backing down. He shook his head slightly and said, "I'm just a little surprised that you would want to forge a bow for her."

"In short, to do it or not to do it?"

"Yes, of course I'll do it." The boy smiled. "For that precious treasure, of course I'll do it."

"Okay, let's pay now."

As soon as Yunping finished speaking, a flash of silver light appeared on the storage ring on the middle finger of his right hand, and a small hill-like object was placed in front of the boy.

Ye Yuchan couldn't help but glance sideways. She had been curious since earlier about what could make Yunping show such a distressed expression and keep bargaining with the young man in front of him.

What kind of special metal is it? Or is it the spiritual water used for forging? Or perhaps some kind of rare and precious treasure?

However, the reality was simpler than Ye Yuchan had imagined.

—This is the taste of Lao Tan pickled cabbage and beef noodles!

What came into view were these few extremely familiar words.

"Whew, not bad, not bad at all! There's so much, enough for me to use until next year!"

Looking at the ten boxes of pickled cabbage and beef noodles in front of him, the boy's eyes were filled with surprise. He quickly put all ten boxes of instant noodles into his storage ring.

Upon seeing this, Yunping immediately clutched his heart tightly and tried his best to appear distressed.

"Sigh, so many ingredients... How much time will it take me to gather all the ingredients again and make so many seasoning packets?"

So the ingredients you were talking about earlier were the ingredients in the seasoning packet!

Others might not be able to tell, but Ye Yuchan could! This guy was definitely faking it, definitely faking it. What rare metals, what rare treasures, it's just a bunch of cheap pickled cabbage noodles!

Most importantly, the boy had a particular fondness for Lao Tan pickled cabbage noodles, as if everything in it was an unparalleled treasure...

My God, if he finds out he's been tricked, will he immediately engage in a life-or-death battle with Yunping?

Moreover, judging from his conversation with Yunping, it seems that Yunping has already traded a lot of weapons for this young man using pickled cabbage noodles!

Bro, you've lost so much money it's like you've had a massive hemorrhage!

23. Make way, let the cross-dresser pass!

"Uncle-Master... are you sure this is really where the Forging Saint lives? Why does Tianyi feel it's so shabby?"

"You don't understand. The Forging Saint is a saint who doesn't care about vanity and only does what he wants. He is a saint who can even defy the laws of heaven for his own preferences. It's perfectly normal that the place he lives in is a bit strange."

"But what's the deal with this brand?"

Lan Tian pointed to the huge signboard above his head, looking at his uncle with a pained expression, "Come if you want, get lost if you don't... This shop name is too weird, no one will want to go in and take a look."

"Hmm...it seems that's true. Perhaps this is a sign that the Forging Saint doesn't care about the world's opinions."

"Oh~ So even if nobody wants the things he forges, he'll still be happy? What a strange person."

……

My disciple, your comprehension seems to be a little too high.

The man gently patted Lan Tianyi's head, and under the latter's gaze, he slowly stepped forward. Looking at the tightly closed iron gate, he hesitated for a few seconds before cautiously knocking on it.

dong dong dong.

……

No one responded.

The man frowned, thinking to himself that his information and judgment should be correct. The aura of a saint was emanating from behind the iron gate, but others, including Lan Tianyi, were too low-level to perceive it.

Could it be that the Forging Saint is currently cultivating and experiencing some inconvenience?

The man hesitated for a moment, then knocked on the iron gate again.

dong dong dong.

"Why the hell are you bothering me again? Don't get in the way of my noodles, okay?!"

Cursing and swearing, the young man, who didn't look very mature, pushed open the iron gate and appeared before Lan Tianyi and her uncle, holding a cup of fragrant noodles.

This... is the Forging Saint?

The youngest saint in the history of the Desolate Heaven Domain, he proved the Dao with a weapon at the age of twenty, broke through the Heavenly Dao Thunder Tribulation, and truly became a saint. He is known as the Saint Forging Person among the three Heaven Domains.

Why is it so small?!

Of course, Lan Tianyi wouldn't dare say such a thing, because she only glanced at the boy and sensed a power within him that was as unfathomable as the bottom of an abyss.

Even a tiny fraction of that force could tear her to shreds.

"Oh, not that old bastard." The young forging master glanced at Lan Tianyi and her martial uncle, the anger in his eyes gradually turning into indifference. He casually pointed to the row of ordinary mortal artifacts beside him and said casually, "Take whichever one you like, and you can decide how much to pay."

How much should I give...?

Even Lan Tianyi's uncle couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead—this Forging Saint really was as unique as people said.

"Your Excellency, the Forging Saint, I am Lan Hua from the Blue Feather Heavenly Palace. I think you should have heard of my name."

He bent down and bowed very respectfully to the boy.

The boy's expression changed slightly, but he remained indifferent, even continuing to suck on his instant noodles.