On top of the mountain.

"Didi didi."

Just after finishing the barbecue, Ye Fan's messenger rang.

The message was sent by Master Ziyun.

The sect has been built, and Ye Fan is being asked to go home.

After bidding farewell to the monkeys, the two took a flying boat to the Lieyang Mountains.

Master Ziyun enthusiastically took the two of them to the sect of the new city and introduced them.

"Good disciple, look at this new training ground. It's much better than our previous one, isn't it?"

"Look at this newly built alchemy room. This was something that was simply unthinkable before!"

"I know you like fishing, so I built a new Jingming Lake for you, exactly like the one we had before."

…

Ye Fan responded to every sentence, and he was almost bored to death.

[Help the host sign in at the practice site and get a copy of "Only I Am the Godly Kung Fu". 】

[Help the host sign in at the elixir room and receive a Nine-Transformation Breaching Pill.]

[Help the host sign in at the Juling Pavilion and obtain the best Spirit-Gathering Array.]

…

Ye Fan could clearly feel that there was a bunch of messy things in his space ring.

If that's all, forget it.

I don’t know if this stupid system is damaged by too many bug cards, and it is becoming more and more abnormal.

[Can such a poor place be called an alchemy room? 】

[Are the elixirs produced here for human consumption?]

[Made, upgrade it!]

[Is this thing worthy of being called the Mountain Protecting Formation? 】

【Can this crappy thing protect a ball?】

【Garbage transformation in progress!】

[How dare you call this kind of children’s toy a gathering room?]

【Pet him!】

…

Along the way, Master Ziyun also felt a little strange.

All the buildings in the sect have just been completed. She has personally inspected them and there are no problems.

But I don’t know why today, but I always feel like something is a little different...

"By the way, precious apprentice."

After the tour was almost over, Master Ziyun took out a large bed from the ring:

"Now that we have money, I made you a new one."

Ye Fan took a look.

In the past, his flying bed was only the size of a double bed, but this one was directly upgraded to an eight-person bed.

"This one is faster and more stable than the previous one, and the sound insulation effect is particularly good." Ziyun Zhenren smiled obscenely: "And I added some interesting designs for you."

After Master Ziyun finished speaking, he pressed a button on the bedside.

"Click."

With a slight noise, a small round platform protruded from the bed.

Then I took the small round table and started piston motion at a certain frequency...

"Did you see those buttons next to it?" Master Ziyun continued with a sly introduction: "Different buttons can adjust different speeds."

"As for what it's for...you know." Master Ziyun patted Ye Fan on the shoulder: "My master can only help you so far. My dear disciple, don't let me down."

After finishing speaking, Master Ziyun left with a lewd laugh.

Ye Fan twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely.

What kind of weird master are you talking about?

Do you think you are nothing?

It’s too rude!

"It looks interesting." Liang Rujing touched the movable round table curiously: "Ye Fan, what is this function used for?"

"Children, don't ask so many questions."

Ye Fan gently tapped Liang Rujing's little head and put the bed into the ring with a dark face.

In the evening, Ye Fan sent Liang Rujing to the mountain gate.

After Liang Rujing left, Ye Fan looked at the new sect and nodded.

The new sect is indeed much more beautiful than the previous one, and living in such an environment will be more comfortable both physically and mentally.

"Excuse me, is this Ziyun Sect?"

A weak voice came into Ye Fan's ears.

Ye Fan turned around and was stunned.

"Is it you?"

"Is it you?"

It was none other than the little boy who was playing cards before.

Behind him is a small motorcade.

"You...are you a monk?" The little boy's expression was obviously a little nervous.

"That's right." Ye Fan replied casually, and then pointed to the motorcade behind him: "What are you doing?"

"That's it..." the little boy replied weakly: "Previously, your sect ordered a batch of fabrics and other daily necessities, and I'm here to deliver them..."

Ye Fan nodded.

Although Ziyun Sect is a cultivation sect, it cannot do without these things.

At least those disciples with low cultivation level still need to eat, drink and defecate.

"I'm talking about Zhang Banxian." Ye Fan teased him: "Did you change your career?"

"There's no other way." The little boy scratched his head: "I'm forced by life..."

"Well..." At this point, the little boy said awkwardly: "How about I return the money I won to you..."

After all, he is at least a mortal, and he is afraid that Ye Fan, the monk, will destroy him if he is unhappy...

At the same time, there was a burst of curse in my heart.

Why is one of your monks going to the Gua stall to join in the fun...

"Okay, let them send the things in." Ye Fan gestured: "The money you win is naturally yours, and I am not someone who cannot afford to lose."

"That's right." At this point, Ye Fan suggested: "How about we play a few more games?"

Although he didn't care about the money, it still made him very unhappy to keep losing to a little kid.

It's rare that the dog system didn't intervene, so he had to clear his name as the gambling king!

They say old kids are old kids, and Ye Fan’s current mentality is probably like this.

After Ye Fan repeatedly promised not to take revenge for losing money, the little boy had no choice but to bite the bullet and agreed.

It’s okay even if you don’t agree.

If the monk is offended by his refusal, he will still be in trouble...

Half an hour later, the little boy left carefully.

Ye Fan returned to the new Xianyu Peak with a dark face.

Not surprisingly, he didn't win any of them...

Not long after, Li Mingming arrived at the top of the mountain carrying vegetables.

Delivering food was one thing, but at the same time, he had some confusion about cultivation and wanted to ask Ye Fan for advice.

Ye Fan sat in front of the stove and threw books into the fire.

"Only I Honor Divine Power".
To be continued...