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

“Disciple recognizes these two people. They were the ones who won a million gold coins at the Thunder Heaven Casino.”

"The group that I was trying to capture with Young Master Chen from the City Lord's Mansion in Jinglin City was also this group."

"But I failed to catch them, which I'm sure you've heard about, Master. I never expected to run into them again at this time."

Zhong Tianying snorted coldly, his killing intent surging, his face grim. "What a cruel twist of fate!"

Feeling the palpable killing intent emanating from Zhong Tianying, the old man's lips twisted into a distorted smile: "Disciple, you don't need to be like this. I already have some clues about that group of people."

"And you're not the only one hunting that group."

"Oh? Teacher, does that mean they have other enemies?"

"Do you know that a few days ago, one of the teachers at the Three Heavens Academy, a descendant of the Gong family, was beaten into a cripple in Tianbei Valley?"

Zhong Tianying frowned, somewhat puzzled by the old man's sudden change of topic, but still nodded, "Disciple understands."

"Do you know that after the Gong family learned of this, the entire clan was furious. They came directly from the Extreme Heaven Domain to our Desolate Heaven Domain, found the City Lord's Mansion, and a few days ago, they joined forces with our Thunder Feather Sect to hunt down the person who crippled their successor?"

“I am aware of this matter as well.”

Zhong Tianying nodded again. He still remembered the manner in which the Gong family came to Lei Yu Sect a few days ago. The terrifying aura they exuded was enough to make one tremble with fear just by recalling it.

He couldn't believe that anyone in this world would dare to provoke such a terrifying existence. Although the Gong family only sent five people, each of them was a Transcendent Realm cultivator, absolutely no less powerful than their sect leader.

But why did Master bring this up?

Noticing Zhong Tianying's puzzled look, the old man grinned and revealed a fact that almost made Zhong Tianying lose his composure.

"Then do you know... that seemingly ordinary young man with black hair and black eyes was the one who crippled the descendant of the Gong family?"

"Varied……"

These words, as devastating as a bolt from the blue, struck Zhong Tianying's chest like a hammer weighing a million pounds.

He suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and was momentarily speechless.

That young man, is he the one who crippled the descendant of the Gong family?!

How did he have the guts, no... how did he have the power?

According to the description from the casino girl and other gamblers, the young man was just an ordinary person with no spiritual energy fluctuations; he was just someone with slightly better luck.

At best, he's just a nouveau riche or a landlord.

“Disciple, don’t overthink it. That young man probably had some kind of fortuitous encounter that allows him to hide his cultivation level. However, since he was able to cripple that Gong family successor, his strength must be no less than that of the Transformation God stage.”

"No less than... the Transcendental Stage?" Zhong Tianying repeated in a daze.

He's only at the Spirit Platform stage now, quite a distance from the Transformation Peak stage, and above the Transformation Peak stage is the God Transformation stage...

How could Zhong Tianying be so different from that young man?

boom!

With a single iron fist, the wooden table beside him collapsed, and the violent spiritual energy tore all the flying pieces of wood into splinters.

Purple lightning raged within the ten exclusive cultivation pavilions. Zhong Tianying gritted his teeth, blood seeping from deep within them, his fingertips digging into his palms.

This was the second time he had felt humiliated.

Why? Why? Why is that person able to reach the Transcendent God stage while I'm still stuck at the Spirit Platform stage?

This is unfair, extremely unfair!

however--

“My disciple, you must know that many times, one’s own strength is not the key.”

The old man's words gradually calmed Zhong Tianying's almost frenzied heart.

He gazed meaningfully at Zhong Tianying's ferocious face, his tone as calm as ever, "You have the Thunder Feather Sect backing you up. This is a powerful force, a force that can almost cover the sky in Jinglin City. Your future is definitely brighter than that young man's. He's only at the Transcendental Stage, but your future will definitely not stop there."

"And him, hehe... that arrogant young man who thought he was invincible and crippled the descendants of the Gong family, he has no power behind him, he's just one person, what can one person do?"

"There is no doubt that he will die."

The old man spoke with certainty, as if he were stating the truth.

"Three days from now, people from the Gong family, the city lord's mansion, and our Lei Yu Sect will come looking for him."

"When the time comes, my disciple, you will know how important power and influence are, rather than personal strength. The mere Transformation Stage is too insignificant."

"So insignificant... that one can be killed at will."

The old man looked at his palm with great interest, as if recalling some past events, and the smile on his lips became increasingly sinister.

Zhong Tianying, however, was engrossed in the old man's words.

A moment later, Zhong Tianying raised his head, reverting to his usual confident and arrogant demeanor.

"Master, I have a request. May I ask if you may grant it?"

“Of course.” The old man already knew what he was going to say.

"Three days from now, I hope my master can take me with him."

"I wish to personally bring back Junior Sister Zhang and witness that person's death."

"As you wish."

The old man chuckled softly.

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56. The Best Actor's acting was alright.

The next morning.

A gentle breeze blew past the two small stone lions in front of the courtyard gate. The boy, with his messy short hair that hadn't been combed yet, yawned as he walked to the crimson door and knocked.

Boom boom boom!

A deafening roar, like thunder, swept through the entire courtyard in an instant.

"Holy crap, who could it be so early in the morning?!"

The young man, who was comfortably reclining in his chair with his eyes closed, suddenly shivered. He glared at the direction of the door with annoyance, picked up the wine glass that had been sitting beside him for a while, and drank it all in one gulp.

This man was Yunping, who had spent the night watching the stars in the front yard. In fact, at his level, sleep was nothing more than a boring pastime; he found it more interesting to drink a little wine and eat sunflower seeds and peanuts.

He glanced at Jiang Yuetian, who was slowly recovering from her meditative state. The cross-dressing man opened his eyes slightly, blinking his bright, star-like eyes as he looked around curiously.

"Teacher, have we had a guest?"

"Guest my foot." Yun Ping glanced at the boy outside the door with his spiritual sense, stood up from the chair, and said, "He's just a little rascal."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the boy's shouts came from outside the door.

"You little brat, I'm your father! You old bastard, why aren't you coming out to greet your esteemed father?"

When faced with the other party's greeting, Yunping also adopted a roguish attitude and refused to back down.

"If you keep babbling, I'll have every reason to hang you on the city gate and leave you to dry for three days and three nights."

"Come on, come on, believe it or not, your father will bring his magical artifacts and we'll die together!"

"Do you believe I'll take Master Kong's Old Altar Pickled Cabbage Beef Noodles and die with you?"

"You! You're threatening me with instant noodles?!"

Yunping stood in front of the door, grabbed the door knocker with both hands, and pulled it back forcefully.

The boy's slightly tired but still arrogant face appeared before him, and Yunping chuckled.

"I'm threatening you with instant noodles. You better never eat noodles made by me for the rest of your life."

“…You old sly devil!” The boy tilted his head back and cursed Yunping.

Yunping, however, didn't seem to care. He casually picked at his ear and said, "Keep it up. If you keep cursing me, you won't be able to eat such delicious noodles anymore."

"..."

The boy gritted his teeth, staring fiercely at Yun Ping, his lips twitching as if he wanted to say something to intimidate him.

But tempted by the food, the boy had no choice but to give in.

He let out a sigh of dejection, then pulled out a longbow, which was entirely black and about a meter long, and placed it in front of Yunping.

The moment Yunping saw the bow, all the resentment he had accumulated vanished. He looked the bow up and down with a hint of delight, nodding occasionally, looking quite satisfied.

"Not bad, bro. This bow is really good. It's almost a sacred artifact, right?"

"It's just at the level of a Heavenly Artifact. As you know, to break through to the level of a Sacred Artifact, you have to rely on the ultimate power." The young man gripped the bow arm and gave Yun Ping a dead fish-like look. "But you old bastard are disgusting enough. I've had it ready for a while now, and you didn't even come to pick it up. You made me deliver it to your door."

"Hehehe, I've been busy training apprentices lately, haven't I?" Yun Ping chuckled, trying to get away with it.

However, the boy anticipated Yunping's thoughts first and immediately displayed his shamelessness.

He sighed, feigning sadness and exhaustion. "Well, you know I can only do this much with limited materials. And as you saw, the bow I forged this time is of absolutely guaranteed quality, plus it came with door-to-door delivery. Don't you think you should treat me a little?"

"Did you eat all those boxes I gave you before? Why are you asking me for more?" Yunping squinted and questioned.

"We haven't finished eating, but it's almost empty. Can you treat us a little? I'm not asking for much, three cases, three cases is fine, right?"

"Sure, sure," Yunping said, not directly refusing the boy's request.

Three boxes of pickled cabbage and beef noodles were nothing to him. He had seven or eight hundred boxes in his storage ring, and even a lot of the braised beef flavor that hadn't been released yet.

Incidentally, the braised beef noodles were prepared by Yunping in advance so that he could trick the forging master into making a sacred artifact for him later.

He also plans to launch various instant noodle flavors in the future, preferably incorporating local customs and dietary characteristics.

Dishes like Silver Snow Fish Ball Noodles, Hunter Blade Leopard Stewed Water Shark Noodles, and Stir-fried Desert Dragon Liver Noodles... should be delicious.

Although Yunping had enough stock to support an entire dragon, he still pretended to be in pain and patted the boy on the shoulder.

"Alright then, considering how hard you've worked and how you even offer home delivery, I'll give you three boxes."

"Really?!" The Forging Saint's mouth was practically watering.