Tipping Brings Followers, Zhen Yuanzi Kneels

The moment Qin Fen spoke, his voice rang beside Zhen Yuanzi's ear like a morning bell and evening drum. At that instant, the wind stilled, clouds surged, and heaven and earth seemed to respond to the summons.

Zhen Yuanzi stared blankly at the sky. Qingfeng did not know what to say for a moment. The other party was far too professional. Look at how perfectly he had talked Master into it.

Yes, perfectly. Qin Fen had already learned everything from the other man's Dao Heart and immediately began laying out his plan. I roam free? No wonder you can't stand alongside the Three Pure Ones. You're nowhere close.

With a flick of his finger, Qin Fen looked at Qingfeng and smiled strangely to himself. Professional? This is called professional? Let me show you what real professional swindling looks like. He swiped across the screen, quickly tapped the red packet, and stuffed one hundred into it. Then he raised his hand and prepared to confirm the payment. Now this was professionalism.

"Master, don't listen to him! You often preach at Five Villages Temple!" Qingfeng shouted. Trying to fool someone? Dream on.

Zhen Yuanzi jolted. That was right—he often preached as well. It was not as though he had done nothing.

Qin Fen sneered. Heh, he had taken the bait. Did he think he could still run? Who did he take Chef Qin for?

He immediately tapped to pay, returned to the chat, and began typing.

"Zhen Yuanzi, you open altars to preach, teaching without discrimination and enlightening all living beings. That is indeed true, but it is far from enough. Seeing your sincere worship of heaven and earth, I shall point you toward a clear path. Record your cultivation insights and your understanding gained from observing heaven and earth into books,