While driving, Cai Si was full of pride. He had only been working under Liu Su for a short time and was unaware of the behind-the-scenes scandals within the monastery. He didn’t know that the beautiful female abbot was, in fact, a woman known for her flirtatious charm and multiple affairs. When he gained the honor of sharing a bed with Liu Yun—his admiration for the abbot was truly sincere—he hadn’t expected that his own combat abilities were far surpassed by hers. Yet this didn’t diminish his sense of being favored by the abbot. After all, the saying goes: "When the old horse loses his saddle, who knows he might gain fortune." Though he had lost his chance with the master Liu, he now found himself making up for it with the abbot. Moreover, in terms of appearance and physique, Liu Yun didn’t fall short of Liu Su, and with one being the abbot and the other the master, their relative standings were immediately clear. When he was brought out of the Grand Abode, he was still unconscious. In an effort to showcase his "exceptional" combat prowess before the Abbot, he had secretly swallowed several blue pills. The result was that he collapsed right in the bath. Thus, up to now, he has no idea what happened. The Abbot, who had been sitting beside him, is now in a complete mess—forced to rely on outside help to achieve his own goals. "Abbot, shall we proceed forward?" Chai tried to speak with a steady, magnetic tone. "Our fuel is running low—we must find a place to refill." "Then find a gas station, refuel, and keep moving. No turns without my explicit order," Liu Yun remarked, though she had already devised a solution. Still, she felt uneasy, as she had never truly regarded her niece as important—yet this time, she had genuinely lost to her. Moreover, even upon reaching the White Crane Gate, she had no idea what kind of challenges awaited her. To be honest, she had already experienced the humbling treatment last time—those stubborn cultivators weren't exactly pleasant. Cai Si said little and headed toward the nearest gas station. Qin Feng stepped onto his flying sword and arrived at the area where Bai He Gate was located. After the previous embarrassing incident, the atmosphere there had grown notably subdued. Most disciples and elders had been ordered to reflect in silence, and even when they happened to meet, they dared not speak loudly—smiling was strictly forbidden. Thus, the abbot still felt the punishments were too lenient. As cultivators, it was understandable if they couldn't maintain inner composure, but to end up involved with a woman as unprincipled as Liu Yun? Truly, they were doing themselves proud. Many disciples had stayed indoors for days due to this, which gave the second and fourth sons the opportunity to quietly transport over a dozen fellow disciples to serve Liu Yun. To this day, the abbot remains completely unaware of what has transpired. Qin Feng circled around the outer perimeter, intending to blend in after changing his appearance—his chosen model being one of the individuals he had just slain. In no time at all, a handsome face transformed into one that looked awkward and unassuming. He summoned the spirit energy spiral from the storage talisman and held it in his hands, thereby embodying the essence and demeanor of the person he was impersonating. With a carefree demeanor, he descended from the sky and strolled along the streets, appearing quite convincing as the once-awkward figure. "Qin Dashao took off like a shot. The Master turned around and said with a scowl, "Everyone else, listen up—anyone who doesn't make noticeable progress within three months won't even be allowed to step outside this gate for the rest of their lives!" A few moments later, a disciple stationed at the gate hurried over to report, "Master, bad news—Liu Yun has come again!" "What? She dares to come again? How many people has she brought?" the old man exclaimed in anger. All the disciples who had been supposed to be in seclusion now sat up straight, finding it increasingly difficult to maintain their previous state of mental purity after having experienced the pleasures of women. The disciple replied, "Just her alone—oh, and one driver!" "Hah! To come and challenge us personally, all by herself? This woman is truly losing her patience. Last time we let her escape with her life; this time she's come straight to the door, offering herself up. If she's truly determined to meet her end, then what's there to be polite about?" The old man stormed off immediately. Several bold disciples came over, shouting about eliminating the demonic beings. In truth, they were more eager to share a bed with Liu Yun and relive that exhilarating sensation. Qin, posing as a disciple, also joined them, remaining relatively composed to avoid drawing attention. At the main gate, even before reaching the Master, he raised his voice: "Demonic maiden! Today, I will surely slay you—take your life!" Liu Yun quickly responded: "Master, please hold on a moment. I have come with an important matter to inform you. Would you mind not acting yet?" The old man growled: "Do you think I'm easy to deceive? You, this demon maiden—show me your sword!" Liu Yun immediately added: "Master, I know you're no match for me, as you well know. Yet I wouldn't be so foolish as to willingly offer myself to the sword—this time, there truly is something of great importance, and it's deeply connected to your sect!" "Old Master agreed. Who would be foolish enough to walk straight into the trap? Even if you manage to deceive me, there's still Zero Yuan, my younger brother, and the other disciples of Bái Hè Gate. No matter how grand your scheme, you won't gain a single advantage from us. He sneered, "You have three minutes. If you can't make a convincing case, you'll die!" Zero Yuan, stared at her with a sharp gaze, his long sword clenched tightly in his hands, as if ready to charge forward and crush her to pieces at any moment. Liu Yun spoke: "Here's what happened. A few days ago, several disciples from your sect found refuge with my second and fourth brothers, who were staying with me. While they were out on official business, they were all murdered by a man named Qin Feng—thirteen of them, none survived!" "What?" the abbot widened his eyes, stunned—thirteen people. Zero Yuan burst into laughter: "You're making it up! Besides the second and fourth brothers who were expelled from the sect, all the other disciples were engaged in intensive training at the monastery. How could Qin Feng have possibly killed them all?"