Bai Cang's "Han's Algorithm" completely baffled Han Qinhu.

The "Han" in "Hanmen" must be referring to me, right?

So, I dug this hole for myself?

Han Qinhu's CPU was running at high speed, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember what it was.

If you stomp, your feet will go numb too, which is true.

At this moment, his extraordinary wisdom, based on his usual experience, led him to a familiar path: if you can't win an argument, flip the table!

"Putting aside what I owe you, aren't you also at fault?"

Han Qinhu said indignantly, "How can a disciple be so humiliated as to his master?"

"You've smeared my face into the mud, how am I supposed to face people after this?"

Bai Cang rolled his eyes. "You've already put that aside, so why are you still talking about the Bull Demon's hospitality?"

With your sloppy appearance, you haven't even wiped the shoe prints clean, how dare you try to find a spring?

If anyone's going to fight, it'll be me. Are you even worthy? You're not even worthy!

Bai Cang subconsciously wanted to discuss with Han Qinhu the philosophical questions of whether he still wanted to be shameless, whether he deserved to be shameless, and whether he was selling organs.

However, considering that his actions of "slapping Han Qinhu in the face" were a purely "physical" humiliation, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Then, skipping the formalities, he went straight to the point, saying, "My humiliation of you doesn't mean I didn't save your life. Anyway, you caused this mess, and I helped you settle it. Putting aside our master-disciple relationship, shouldn't you owe me something?"

Bai Cang's boomerang-like motion, which circled the world, brought the topic back to the issue of "debts".

Han Qinhu, however, was not fooled. He stubbornly shouted, "I was the one who got beaten, but you benefited. Why should I owe you anything?"

Bai Cang sneered repeatedly, "I earned the benefits through my own abilities, and you were beaten through your own abilities. Is there any connection between the two?"

"Even without me, would you have avoided getting beaten up today?"

Han Qinhu was speechless for a moment, stammering and unable to utter a word.

Bai Cang quickly pressed his advantage, "If I hadn't humbled myself, would you have been beaten even more severely?"

"Just for this one thing, it wouldn't be too much for you to kowtow to me, would it?"

"Considering our past relationship as master and disciple, is it too much for me to only accept 1.5 billion spirit pearls from you?"

Han Qinhu was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode. "You call that compromising? I clearly saw you chatting and laughing with that person, having a great time."

And what's more, they stepped on my head and got involved with a beast.

Han Qinhu was too embarrassed to say this aloud, nor did he dare to make a big fuss about it.

But his grief-stricken expression made this silent accusation deafening.

Bai Cang's eyes darted around, and he changed the subject again, "We're discussing whether or not you should kowtow to me, so don't bring up those irrelevant things."

Han Qinhu was quite straightforward. He bent his knees and pretended to kneel down. "Come on, I'll kowtow to you right now. Let's see if you can handle it."

If you can kneel, I can accept it!

Bai Cang rolled his eyes inwardly, but on the surface he pretended to be terrified and quickly helped Han Qinhu up. "How can a master kowtow to his disciple? Why are you so shameless?"

After saying that, Bai Cang put on a "I really can't do anything with you" expression and said with a displeased look, "How about this, for the sake of our master-disciple relationship, I'll waive the interest and you don't need to write an IOU."

"Just consider it as you owing me two hundred million spirit pearls, to be paid off in ten years. I'll use the profits of the Crimson Dragon Temple as collateral, and I'll collect twenty million spirit pearls every year. Is that alright?"

Han Qinhu wiped the shoe print off his face and proudly raised his head. "That's more like it!"

You little brat, I can't handle you anymore. Your grandpa will always be your grandpa!

Wait, wasn't I supposed to be settling scores with him?

No matter how I calculate it, in the end I still owe him two hundred million spirit pearls.

Han Qinhu suddenly felt something was wrong; it seemed that both of his legs were going numb.

Bai Cang didn't give him any chance to react, and continued to persuade him earnestly: "Little beast, no, Lao Deng, cough, Lao Han, how can you be so bad at dealing with people?"

"Your grandmaster's wife is True Lord Lilong, your brother-in-law is True Lord Xuanhu, and your maternal family is Longhu Mountain. Yet you're talking about slaying dragons and capturing tigers. Isn't this just blatantly trying to sow discord between your grandmaster and your master?"

"No wonder you, a dignified high-grade Dao Foundation cultivator, are treated worse than a dog in front of your grandmaster..."

Han Qinhu glanced sideways at Bai Cang and said, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Bai Cang glared back without backing down, "Do you think I want to control you?"

"If I weren't afraid you'd jeopardize my cultivation, I wouldn't care if you died. You're like a dog biting Lü Dongbin, not recognizing a kind heart!"

Han Qinhu snorted coldly and walked forward with his head down.

If it weren't for Bai Cang's "competition for favor," would you think he would just put up with this humiliation?

Thinking of this, Han Qinhu's face darkened even more, feeling a burning pain, as if the shoe print on his face had been wiped clean, but the shoe print in his heart was getting deeper and more painful.

Before long, the master and his apprentice arrived at the summit of Tianzhu Peak.

At the summit, there stood a Taoist temple that occupied a considerable area.

From the outside alone, it appears to be more than a dozen courtyards deep, complete with pavilions, terraces, and towers.

Next to the Taoist temple, there is a reclining ox-shaped blue stone with the words "Heavenly River" inscribed on it.

The handwriting is elegant and unrestrained, the strokes are sharp as swords, and there is a subtle, continuous strength and a majestic charm.

It's as if a galaxy has been condensed into these two seal characters.

It was none other than the secluded cultivation ground of the Heavenly River True Lord: the Heavenly River Temple!

Outside Tianhe Temple, seven or eight Taoist priests stood on both sides, seemingly chatting idly, creating a somewhat strange atmosphere.

The two men on the left, their divine light faintly visible, wore robes similar to the Crimson Dragon Robe, but even more elaborate and exquisite. They stared resentfully at the group of Taoists on the right.

The four Taoist priests on the right, dressed in black and yellow robes, were chatting and laughing with a Taoist priest in his early thirties with a heroic air, wearing a green robe, completely ignoring the murderous glares of the two on the left.

With just one glance, Bai Cang had already discerned the situation.

The two Divine Light Immortals on the left should be from the headquarters of Heshan Dao.

The Dao Foundation Realm cultivators on the right faintly carried a scent similar to sandalwood incense, and should be the "high-ranking disciples" of Longhu Mountain.

It's just unclear whether he's a steward from Jiude Temple or a true disciple from the Longhu Mountain headquarters.

The Taoist priest in the green robe, with his heroic bearing, seemed to be in control; he was likely the guest master of the Tianhe Temple.

Upon seeing Han Qinhu and Bai Cang arrive, both sides stopped talking and looked over at the same time, their expressions somewhat strange.

Clearly, they had also witnessed the "good show" that had just taken place on the mountainside.

"Junior Brother Han, it's been a long time."

"Junior brother, are you also here to pay your respects to the master?"

The two Taoist priests on the left greeted Han Qinhu warmly with clasped hands and stepped forward to welcome him.

However, Han Qinhu ignored him and walked straight towards the main gate of Tianhe Temple without looking to the side.

Seeing this scene.

The group from Longhu Mountain, however, glanced at Han Qinhu with a hint of deep-seated mockery, before turning their heads to look at the imposing Taoist in green robes.

"Fellow Daoist Han, our master is currently entertaining guests. Please wait patiently for an announcement!"

The Taoist in the green robe stepped forward and stood in front of Han Qinhu.

"Eighth Brother, do you think I wouldn't dare to kill someone?"

Han Qinhu's hair and beard stood on end, as if a volcano was about to erupt within him.

With a clench of his right hand hidden in his sleeve, half of the Dragon Slayer Blade's blade was already exposed!

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