Li Yongnian looked in the direction Lin Yi was pointing.
He noticed a woman not far away, dressed very avant-garde.
She wore a tight-fitting dress, with black stockings on her legs, and little boots on her feet. The whole outfit was particularly eye-catching.
Beside the young woman stood an old Daoist priest.
Judging by his appearance, he seemed to be in his sixties, grinning so widely that he looked a decade younger.
“This old perv!”
Li Yongnian mumbled softly, then explained to Lin Yi:
“Maybe this female layman is confused, and my master is solving her life’s puzzles.”
“Is it life or the living?”
“Uh… not much difference, don’t mind those details.”
Lin Yi: ???
What the heck does ‘not much difference’ mean?
“Let’s go inside first. I’ll talk to my master about your matter later.”
Lin Yi nodded and walked into the Blessed Land Gate with Li Yongnian.
As they crossed the threshold, a system prompt sounded in Lin Yi’s mind.
[Arrived at Longhu Mountain Shangqing Palace, awarded 50,000 master level driving skills.]
[Job completion rate: 5%, cash reward of one billion.]
Lin Yi remained unfazed, as the initial rewards for new professions were generally cash, something he was already used to.
However, even a mosquito’s leg is still meat. Although a billion might not be much, it’s enough for pocket money.
Lin Yi sighed inwardly, life still requires hard work and effort!
Otherwise, he’d just end up a poor wretch with only a few billion in spending money.
After entering the Blessed Land Gate, the two stood aside.
They waited for the old Daoist priest to see the woman off, and then approached him.
During the wait, Lin Yi learned the old Daoist priest’s name.
His name was Zhang Youfu, Taoist name Xuan Yang, and he was the 76th headmaster of the Shangqing Palace.
“Look at your master smiling, his mouth is almost reaching his ears.” Lin Yi said.
“Maybe my master’s desires are a bit too much, this Blessed Land Gate can’t purify him.”
“At such an age, if the Blessed Land Gate can’t purify him, what was he like when he was young?”
“It’s said that my master, in his youth, was known as the Fertility Monk. Forced by circumstance, he came to the Shangqing Palace.”
“Wasn’t he chased up the mountain by husbands?”
“Uh… although that’s true, let’s be a bit more discreet.”
Soon, Zhang Youfu sent the young woman out of the Blessed Land Gate, then turned to Li Yongnian.
His expression instantly became solemn and serious, the smile vanishing from his face.
“How’s the task I assigned you going?”
“Handled clear as day,” said Li Yongnian.
“And who is this?”
“He’s a friend I met at the foot of the mountain, wants to come to our Shangqing Palace to learn.”
Zhang Youfu glanced at Lin Yi, and with a calm demeanor said:
“According to our Shangqing Palace’s rules, anyone wishing to learn must possess great wisdom, great perseverance, and pass necessary assessments, including reciting lessons day and night, learning Daoist etiquette, and acquiring basic knowledge if there’s…”
“Here’s 300,000.” Lin Yi handed over a bank card.
“This disciple, please come inside. I have much to discuss with you,” Zhang Youfu made a gesture of invitation, speaking kindly.
“Alright.”
Li Yongnian: …
Lin Yi was led to the back hall by Zhang Youfu, and after about half an hour, he emerged.
“Yongnian, go notify everyone, call your fellow disciples here, I have something to say.”
“Alright.”
Li Yongnian took out his phone, it was unclear whom he was calling.
“Junior Brother, broadcast an announcement, gather everyone at the East Hidden Courtyard quickly.”
After giving the instruction, Li Yongnian hung up the phone.
Immediately following, the sound of a broadcast could be heard.