Qingping: Never Bully the Poor Young

At that thought, Qingping gave a cold laugh. "Ancestor, I think my talent is pretty good. Take another careful look—do I really have no Immortal Root, no chance to cultivate?"

Ancestor Bodhi nodded at Qingping's words. "That is indeed the case. You little child may look clever, but you truly are not suited for cultivation. You should leave." Yet inwardly, he thought, Mm, the true body had a good idea. If you brat want to pretend to be an ordinary child, then I'll say you have no Immortal Root and refuse to take you in. As long as I firmly refuse, there definitely won't be a problem.

Hearing Ancestor Bodhi say this, Qingping's face darkened. "Fine, fine, fine. I have no Immortal Root and cannot cultivate... You said that yourself, Ancestor. Mm, I have no cultivation right now, so I won't argue with you for the moment. But thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—never bully the poor young. Go ahead and teach that spirit monkey. Once my cultivation succeeds in the future, I will fight him and prove that your eyesight is rather poor..."

With that, Qingping left with a dark expression. Watching his departing back, the Stone Monkey froze for a moment before shouting, "Little fellow, once I learn some skills from Ancestor, I can teach you too! Don't be too sad..."

Qingping waved his hand. "No need. I'll find a master elsewhere. When the time comes, we'll see who is stronger. I'm leaving first, little monkey." With that, he departed Mount Lingtai Fangcun.

Afterward, Qingping sent Yun Ting a voice transmission. "Brother Yun, this went off the rails. That Ancestor Bodhi was blatantly lying, insisting that I have no Immortal Root and am unfit for cultivation. I'm furious..."

On Yingzhou Island, inside