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

Hearing such arrogant words, Erhei, still not believing it, scrutinized Ye Yuchan again.

He carefully used his divine sense to probe Ye Yuchan's body, only to find that her cultivation was still at the peak of the Void Realm, and there was no sign of her breaking through to the Saint Realm.

If that's the case...

He touched the wound on the side of his face again; the tiny wound had now disappeared thanks to the saint's self-healing ability.

But the lingering sting forced Erhei to take the silver-haired girl seriously.

He just didn't understand.

"What kind of formation is hidden on your gold coin?"

"Where did this formation come from? It's just gold coins that are everywhere."

Ye Yuchan didn't care about that and immediately summoned several gold coins from her storage ring.

A bitter smile appeared on her lips, then she tossed the gold coins into the air with a flick of her wrist.

As the magic weapon Black Rain drew its bow to a full moon, and the spiritual arrows suddenly appeared on it, Ye Yuchan's eyes locked onto Erhei in mid-air like those of a hawk.

Draw the bow, nock the arrow, and pierce the sky!

Several dazzling golden lights suddenly appeared before Erhei's eyes. They were different from the arrows that Ye Yuchan had shot earlier. For some reason, Erhei, who was a saint, could feel an unprecedented threat from these golden lights.

It felt as if I were facing a saint!

What nonsense are you spouting?!

Erhei's face was somber, and he stomped his foot hard.

The ink surged and billowed, like waves sweeping across the land, instantly obscuring the sun like dark clouds. The ink, like a vast ocean, condensed into thick and sturdy shields, like city walls, blocking Erhei's path.

He truly refused to believe that he couldn't stop those golden spiritual arrows.

He was indeed able to block them.

But the price is—

boom! boom! boom!

The golden light, like a spear piercing through the heavens and earth, instantly pierced through the three waves of ink with terrifying force, and finally pierced the last ink barrier directly in front of Erhei in a scattering manner.

Hey.

Snap of fingers.

A crisp sound echoed between heaven and earth.

At the same time, the several spirit arrows that had fallen onto the ink barrier exploded with a bang!

In the past, what shot out would have been sharp spiritual energy enhanced by a thousand-foot-long cultivation technique.

But this time.

Splash splash splash splash—

What fell from the sky and landed were tiny metal flakes that looked like gold.

An unprecedentedly terrifying force struck, instantly shattering the ink barrier in front of Erhei. He stumbled back several steps before barely regaining his footing. When he looked up again, his face was filled with horror.

He saw a ghost.

He stared intently at Ye Yuchan, panting heavily, and asked, "What kind of evil magic is this?"

"Where did this evil magic come from..." Ye Yuchan drew her bow and nocked an arrow, aiming the spiritual arrow at Erhei: "Didn't I say that I follow the path of money? If you really want to talk about it, is it a money magic?"

"Nonsense!"

Erhei was so angry that he cursed out loud: "Heaven and earth, all things, the three thousand great paths, the endless years of the past and present, where does the path of money come from?"

"Can't we create something without you?"

Ye Yuchan, however, was quite self-righteous: "The Martial Emperor can create the Martial Way, the Civil Emperor can create the Literary Way, so why can't I create a Money Way to have some fun?"

"Emperor Wu is Emperor Wu, and Emperor Wen is Emperor Wen. How could you possibly compare to such heroic figures?"

"hero??"

Ye Yuchan recalled the scene of the old rogue sitting there with his legs crossed, spouting nonsense to her, and rolled her eyes to the sky: "Hero, my foot! Have you ever seen what Emperor Wen and Emperor Wu were like?"

Erhei stomped his feet in anger, "I've never seen it before, so have you?"

Ye Yuchan chuckled: "You know what, I've actually seen it before, and I see it every day."

Upon hearing this, Erhei was completely stunned.

Has this silly girl gone mad? Seeing two dead people every day?

However, Ye Yuchan looked helplessly at Erhei, who was quite angry, and said with a sense of empathy, "Oh, I used to think that Emperor Wen and Emperor Wu were such great figures, so upright and majestic. But after I really saw the true face of that old rogue and scoundrel..."

"Ah……"

Ye Yuchan rolled her eyes, recalling how badly she had been tricked by that old rogue in the past, and couldn't help but say, "I can't even be bothered to talk about him."

Hearing this, Gu Xingzhuo, who was busy fighting the ferocious beast, muttered under his breath, "Then why do you like him so much..."

Fortunately, Ye Yuchan didn't hear these words, otherwise it would have been a real-life slap in the face.

Erhei couldn't understand Ye Yuchan's words at all. He simply stopped talking to Ye Yuchan about Emperor Wen and Emperor Wu and asked incredulously, "Tell me honestly, what exactly did you do to these coins?"

"I already said I didn't touch anything." Ye Yuchan shrugged helplessly and said, "Maybe God thinks this path of mine has a promising future, and has already started to give me a certificate to start working on it."

"Maybe as we fight, I'll become a money saint~ hehe."

She winked playfully at Erhei, a smug smile playing on her lips.

Erhei gasped, his body churning with demonic energy.

He didn't believe it.

His eyes were fixed on Ye Yuchan, his fists clenched tightly.

"Qian Dao... is truly utter nonsense. How can such a luxurious and decadent thing, which leads people to depravity, be considered a Daoist principle?"

After speaking.

He suddenly swung his right hand.

Suddenly, the vast天地 (heaven and earth) changed color.

Countless sharp black arrows condensed from ink!

Since Ye Yuchan insists on claiming the existence of such an absurd thing as the Dao of Money, then let him prove the impracticality of this Dao!

The black arrows that blotted out the sky enveloped the tiny Ye Yuchan, like an impending storm.

Erhei raised his right hand high, staring contemptuously at Ye Yuchan, before suddenly bringing his right hand down.

In the blink of an eye.

A torrential downpour of rain, like arrows, poured down.

"Oh--"

Ye Yuchan sneered incessantly as she stomped her right foot on the ground.

The golden fragments that had been scattered on the ground suddenly rose up with a thud. Her soft body twisted around, and as she knelt on one knee, she drew the arrow diagonally upwards. An extremely dense and thick spiritual energy arrow appeared on the bowstring!

"I am clearly a cultivator of the demonic path, and even demons can become saints, so why can't my money become saints?"

An arrow was shot.

The countless golden fragments then coalesced into sharp arrows!

Just as the ancients turned stones into gold, today's cicadas turn gold into arrows.

Countless arrows, like starlight in the vast sky, shot diagonally upwards and collided violently with the ink arrows condensed by Erhei!

bang bang bang-

Countless explosions echoed one after another.

To Erhei's utter astonishment, Ye Yuchan's arrow, which he had previously completely overwhelmed, actually gained power comparable to his own after being stained with that dazzling gold.

He was taken aback at first, then showed his annoyance at this incongruous thing, and shouted angrily:

"What nonsense! How could there possibly be a true path to wealth? Using money to prove one's path is utterly absurd and ridiculous!"

A dense aura of demonic energy emanated from his palms, and in an instant, even more densely packed arrows of ink appeared in the dark sky.

Faced with Erhei's suppression, Ye Yuchan simply took out a million gold coins from the "pocket money" that the old rogue had given her earlier and flaunted them on the spot.

shhhhhh!

The arrow pierced through the gold coin, turning into dazzling golden light, and collided once again with the arrow condensed by Erhei.

While shooting arrows, Ye Yuchan retorted, "Since the Great Dao is formed by oneself, what's wrong with me choosing what I like most to achieve the Great Dao?"

"What right do you have to demand that others follow the path of their predecessors? Emperor Wen's path belongs to Emperor Wen, not to you. Don't you find it pointless to follow the path others have already trod?"

“My old rogue said that only those who achieve self-realization can become immortals. Who told you that becoming a saint requires writing some lousy poetry?”

These remarks, however, were interpreted by Erhei as mere sophistry and unreasonable arguments.

His anger grew even stronger; in his view, Ye Yuchan's remarks were a complete distortion of the truth!

"Ignorant woman, what do you know about literature? How much do you understand about Emperor Wen?"

Ye Yuchan immediately retorted, "You're the one who's talking nonsense, Emperor Wen."

The clash of arrows seemed to never end.

Gu Xingzhuo, who was in the distance, heard Ye Yuchan's words echoing in his ears, and his gaze fell on the silver-haired girl who kept throwing money around.

His face was blank, as if he understood something, or as if he had forgotten something. He didn't even notice that the ferocious beast in front of him was about to swallow him whole.

Yes.

Why must one write poetry to achieve sainthood?

Why must we draw? Why must we play the piano...?

Indeed, those who follow the path of literature all aspire to become the second Emperor Wen.

But why not think about becoming the first version of yourself?

He recalled the scene when Zhang Ruoxue became a saint.