Chapter 7: Chapter Seven: Lin Pingzhi: Master, Can

The Jianghu World, a ruined temple in the wilderness

"Hmph, what does Wudang matter? You'll all pay for this!"

Stepping out of the shop, Yue Buqun returned once more, recalling the scene where Song Yuanqiao had turned his back on him; Yue Buqun silently clenched a storm of anger.

Once he eats a few more portions of egg fried rice, who in the jianghu world will be his match?

At that time, Shaolin, Wudang—all will stand aside for him!

But the immediate priority is to deal with Mount Qingcheng first, then get the money!

Inside the ruined temple, Yue Buqun returned at dawn; fortunately, Ning Zhongze and the others had just woken up and knew nothing of last night's events.

After Ning Zhongze, Linghu Chong, and Yue Lingshan tidied themselves up, Yue Buqun set out for Mount Qingcheng with them, brimming with determination.

Along the way, Ning Zhongze frowned as she studied Yue Buqun.

For some reason, she felt Yue Buqun had changed drastically overnight.

Yet no matter how hard she looked, she could detect no clue.

Meanwhile, in the food shop

"I never imagined, in this lifetime, I'd taste such exquisite food!"

Having finished every last bite of the egg fried rice, salted egg, and cold boiled water, feeling the transformation within his Taiji cultivation technique, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but sigh.

After a century of martial training, I never thought, in old age, I'd encounter such a divine opportunity!

Zhang Sanfeng had decided: from today on, he would eat one salted egg and one portion of egg fried rice every single day.

"Thank you, owner, for the disturbance!"

Zhang Sanfeng slowly rose, bowed to Su Mu, then departed slowly with Song Yuanqiao.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's courtesy, Su Mu felt slightly embarrassed.

Look at that—someone with such high manners, even thanking me after eating!

This is the charm of food!

Internally sighing, Su Mu attributed it all to the power of food.

Meanwhile, Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao had already returned to Wudang Mountain.

"Disciple, go and tell everyone—I will enter seclusion for several days!"

"Master, are you planning to...?"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng prepare for seclusion, Song Yuanqiao was stunned.

He knew better than anyone that Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation had long since reached the pinnacle of martial arts.

If he advanced one step further, he might shatter the veil between realms.

"Don't worry—I won't leave just because of this opportunity!"

Feeling the breakthrough in his cultivation, Zhang Sanfeng had no intention of shattering the veil and departing.

After living a hundred years, he'd finally gained this divine opportunity—he wouldn't abandon it so easily.

His purpose in seclusion was to compile all his insights into the Taiji cultivation technique.

With these divine items—egg fried rice, salted eggs, cold boiled water—Wudang will surely rise.

The only uncertainty now: when will the white mist leading to the immortal realm appear again, and how many can it carry?

Unconsciously, Zhang Sanfeng thought of Yue Buqun's figure.

That fellow knows the immortal realm better than we do; next time, I'll ask him.

With this thought, Zhang Sanfeng went into seclusion to organize his cultivation technique.

Meanwhile, on another front, Yue Buqun was executing his own plan.

The Jianghu World, beneath Mount Qingcheng

"Brother, spending so much this time—I fear our sect's future expenses will become a problem!"

Managing Huashan Sect's finances, Ning Zhongze had watched yet another half of their silver reserves vanish over the past few days, and worry gnawed at her.

For the past week, Yue Buqun, eager to speed things up, had rented fast horses and raced straight toward Mount Qingcheng.

As a result, their travel expenses had soared.

Yet now, facing Ning Zhongze's concern, Yue Buqun was not worried at all.

Looking at the looming Mount Qingcheng, Yue Buqun's gaze shifted to Lin Pingzhi among the group.

Though he disliked this boy, Yue Buqun believed Lin Pingzhi wasn't foolish.

Indeed, under Yue Buqun's gaze and recalling his mistress's words, Lin Pingzhi instantly understood.

Pah, hypocrite! I thought you truly cared for me—yet you're after my family's fortune!

In this moment, Lin Pingzhi saw clearly: the promise to avenge him was merely an excuse!

Instantly, he saw through Yue Buqun's false face.

Yet after only a moment's hesitation, Lin Pingzhi made his decision.

"Mistress, Master has gone through so much trouble for my sake—if I can recover our family fortune, I vow to donate it all to Huashan Sect, to fulfill my duty as a disciple!"

Lin Pingzhi stepped forward and knelt halfway before Ning Zhongze, his words sincere.

Since the fortune wasn't in his hands anyway, he might as well give it all to Yue Buqun—let him use it to avenge his parents.

"This is absurd! Get up at once! As a disciple of Huashan Sect, how could I take your family's wealth!"

But to Lin Pingzhi's surprise, Yue Buqun flatly refused.

Worse—he didn't just refuse; he reached out with one hand to lift Lin Pingzhi's body, as if forcing him to rise.

This scene left the inexperienced Lin Pingzhi stunned.

In an instant, his eyes grew moist with emotion.

He had misjudged his master—indeed, the Gentle Sword of the jianghu was truly a virtuous gentleman!

However, just as he was about to rise and thank Yue Buqun, he discovered that he couldn't move at all!

Out of nowhere, a surge of powerful internal force came from his wrist and pressed down on his body.

Lin Pingzhi froze, and the tears welling at the corners of his eyes seemed to solidify.

The moment he looked up, he met Yue Buqun's gaze, rich with hidden meaning.

"Why are you still kneeling? Get up at once!"

At this moment, Yue Buqun's face showed a look of concern, and his words urged Lin Pingzhi to rise quickly.

Such a scene completely refreshed Lin Pingzhi's understanding.

Holy shit, utterly shameless — do I even need to tell you whether I can get up or not?

In almost an instant, Lin Pingzhi cursed furiously in his heart!

And to think he had actually been moved just now — damn, so this hypocrite was just playing both sides!

Dammit, can he take back the tears he was moved to shed just now?

Pressed down by Yue Buqun and unable to move, Lin Pingzhi, even though he had cursed eighteen generations of his ancestors in his heart,

could still only show a look of facing death without flinching at this moment.

"Master, your kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain. If you don't agree, your disciple will kneel here until death today!"

Having said that, Lin Pingzhi directly heavily kowtowed on the ground with a loud thud.

Lin Pingzhi thought about ending all this quickly, otherwise, he was truly afraid he wouldn't be able to stand Yue Buqun's hypocrisy any longer.

And the people present, seeing Lin Pingzhi in such a state, couldn't help but start urging Yue Buqun.

Hearing the words of persuasion at his ear, Yue Buqun felt a secret joy in his heart, yet his expression didn't change, and he nodded with a look of slight difficulty.

"Sigh, foolish child, since it has come to this, your master will reluctantly agree!"

Putting on an appearance of treating money and wealth like dirt, he directly stunned Lin Pingzhi beneath him.

Master, you can actually say such a thing?

Seems like you really don't want even a shred of face!