Mu Lin realized he had gone too far and that telling the truth now wouldn’t help. Just moments ago he was like the monk Tang, but now he had become a monster in their eyes. He coughed hard, “Snap out of it!”
All the girls shouted in unison, “You scared us to death!” and Mu Lin collapsed dramatically.
After a long pause, it was Hong Jia Ni who cried out, “Hey! Mu Lin, you’re not really a monster, are you?”
All the girls nodded in agreement. Mu Lin asked, “Do I really look like a monster to you all?”
“Yes!” they replied in unison, much to Mu Lin’s surprise at their solidarity.
“Daniel, I think you really are a monster. You’re so smart, you can cook, treat illnesses, do Chinese martial arts, earn money, and even perform magic tricks. With your young age, who else but a monster could be like you?” Bess rambled excitedly, astonishing Mu Lin with her fluency in Chinese after only a year of study. Seeing the girls nodding and murmuring in agreement, Mu Lin finally realized, “Damn! I’ve been tricked!”
Seeing Mu Lin’s stunned expression, the girls burst into laughter again.
After these incidents, the atmosphere gradually became more relaxed. Mu Lin briefly told them about his background and experiences, though he still withheld the details about the ring and the gambling schemes. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them, but he felt they weren’t ready to understand yet. Only after they became cultivators themselves would they gradually grasp that many things in this world couldn’t be explained by modern science alone.
“Mu Lin, can cultivators really fly and kill someone from a thousand miles away as easily as picking something from a bag?” As a lady from a prestigious Hong Kong family, influenced by the novels of Huanzhulouzhu, her words were naturally refined.
“More or less,” Mu Lin replied in an old-fashioned tone, thinking to himself, ‘Why aren’t you all begging me to teach you cultivation techniques? That would save me a lot of trouble.’ He chuckled inwardly.
“Great! Then go kill that Gou family’s young master for me now! If it weren’t for him constantly pestering his father to humiliate my father, my father wouldn’t have disowned me. You must help me get revenge!” The furious Hong family’s eldest daughter shouted desperately at Mu Lin, her expression fierce, as if killing people were as easy for him as killing a chicken. Looking at her expression, if Mu Lin refused, he wasn’t sure whether she might attack him instead.
“Eh! Why don’t you learn the techniques yourself and kill him later? That would be much more exciting!” Mu Lin said kindly, trying to guide her.
“Pfft! Now that I have you, why should I bother learning that stuff? It’s so tiring, getting dirty and sweaty every day. You’d end up looking like an old hag from all the sun and wind exposure, wearing Taoist robes, with messy hair, pretending to be a spirit or ghost to earn money. And what if you suddenly dumped me? Then who would I turn to for help?” The eldest daughter of the Hong family argued logically, and once again, Mu Lin found himself cast as a henchman. The girls all nodded in agreement, united in voice and will.
“Hmm…” Mu Lin pondered and finally said, “Don’t you think my skin looks great?”
“Pfft! A grown man, act a little more decently. Having good skin doesn’t mean you can eat it!” The girls nodded again, determined not to fall for his tricks. Mu Lin was left speechless, again by the Hong family’s eldest daughter. Mu Lin thought to himself, ‘I must get back at her again sometime, or else she’ll keep opposing me like this.’
“You don’t know, once you learn the Taoist techniques, you’ll have great skin, eternal youth, and everlasting life. Even when you’re old, you’ll still look as youthful and beautiful as you do now!” Mu Lin continued patiently, meticulously, and earnestly instructing them.
“Pfft! Is that really true? If we stay looking like we do now even when we’re old, wouldn’t we become old monsters?” The eldest daughter of the Hong family continued to oppose him, fully embracing the attitude of ‘whatever the enemy supports, we oppose.’
“No, I want to learn Taoist techniques from my big brother so I can stay with him!” This time, there was finally a different voice, and Mu Lin felt a weight lifted from his heart. ‘Still, Mei Zi is the best,’ he thought.
“Wow! Didn’t expect you to be a Lolita complex guy, Mu Lin!” The eldest daughter of the Hong family continued to oppose him, seizing the opportunity to press her advantage. She dared to say anything.
“Enough! Miss Hong, you’ve gone too far!” This time, it was Clare who saw Mu Lin’s face turning red with anger and spoke up in advance.
“I’m sorry, Mei Zi, Mu Lin!” It was still the big sister figure who was effective. Hong’s daughter quickly responded, showing her agility, which left Mu Lin holding back his anger, unable to vent it.
“By the way, Mu Lin, is Taoist cultivation really as good as you say? Do you think I can learn it?” Another person couldn’t resist the temptation—it was Sylvia.
“Of course you can learn, but you must study Chinese well first. That way, you can better understand the meanings in the techniques.” Mu Lin continued with his educational mission.
“Of course, I have my whole life to stay by your side. Do you still worry about not learning Chinese well?” Fanny was bold again, trying to flirt with Mu Lin. “Uh!” Mu Lin was at a loss for words.
“Alright, Fanny, let’s not talk about this for now. Everyone will follow Mu Lin to learn Taoist techniques. No one is allowed to disclose today’s events, or else I’ll have Mu Lin turn the person who knows into an idiot. Mu Lin, you can do that, right? Now, Mu Lin, tell us what happened this afternoon. You haven’t explained it clearly yet.” Clare fully displayed her big sister authority.
“It was like this…” Mu Lin nodded while thinking to himself that as long as they were willing to learn Taoist techniques, Clare was much more experienced in handling things than he was. Many things he hesitated to say were spoken by her, making his job much easier. Finally, Mu Lin told the girls everything that had happened that day. During this time, he also took on the role of an elementary teacher, talking until his mouth was dry and his throat parched. After finishing, he took a drink of water and prepared to rest a bit, savoring the feeling of being a teacher.
Mu Lin realized he had gone too far—telling the truth wasn’t working anymore. One moment he was the Tang Monk, and the next, he was a monster. He coughed loudly, snapping everyone back to reality.
The girls gasped in unison, “You scared us to death!” Mu Lin nearly collapsed.
After a long pause, Hong Jiani was the first to exclaim, “Monster! Mu Lin, you’re not a monster, are you?”
The others nodded in agreement. Mu Lin asked, “Do I look like a monster to you?”
“Yes!” they chorused. Mu Lin hadn’t expected such unity.
“Daniel, you *must* be a monster,” Bisi blurted out. “You’re top of the class, you can cook, heal, do Chinese martial arts, make money, perform magic—and you’re so young! If you’re not a monster, who is?”
Mu Lin was impressed—and slightly worried—that someone who’d only studied Chinese for a little over a year could rattle off so many “you can”s without stumbling. Seeing the girls nod and hum in agreement, he finally realized, *Damn, they’re messing with me!*
The girls burst into laughter at his dumbfounded expression.
With the ice broken, the atmosphere lightened. Mu Lin briefly shared his background and experiences, though he omitted details about the ring and gambling for funds. Not that he didn’t trust them, but their understanding wasn’t ready yet. Only after they became cultivators would they grasp that some things couldn’t be explained by modern science.
“Mu Lin, can cultivators really fly and take heads from a thousand miles away like plucking fruit?” Hong Jiani asked, clearly influenced by Hong Kong martial arts novels.
“Pretty much,” Mu Lin replied smugly, thinking, *They’ll beg me to teach them soon enough.*
“Great! Then go kill the Gou family’s young master for me!” Hong Jiani snarled, her face twisted with rage. “If it weren’t for him pestering his father to humiliate mine, my dad wouldn’t have abandoned me. Avenge me!”
Mu Lin blinked. *She’s dead serious.*
“Why not learn cultivation yourself and take revenge later? Wouldn’t that be more satisfying?” he suggested gently.
“Pfft! Why bother when I have you?” Hong Jiani scoffed. “Slaving away, covered in mud and sweat, aging into a hag, then dressing like a ghost to scam money for you—only for you to dump me? No thanks!”
The others nodded vigorously. Mu Lin sighed—he was now their personal thug.
“Look at my skin,” he tried again. “Isn’t it flawless?”
“Ugh, who cares about a man’s skin?” they retorted, unmoved.
“Cultivation keeps you youthful forever,” he pressed.
“Ew, so we’d be old monsters stuck like this?” Hong Jiani shot back, doubling down on opposition.
Finally, Meizi spoke up. “I’ll learn with you, Brother Mu Lin.”
*Thank goodness,* Mu Lin thought.
“Wow, Mu Lin, you’re a lolicon!” Hong Jiani teased mercilessly.
“Enough!” Claire cut in, noticing Mu Lin’s darkening expression.
Hong Jiani quickly backtracked. “Sorry, Meizi, Mu Lin.”
Claire smoothly redirected. “Mu Lin, is cultivation really that amazing? Can I learn?”
“Of course,” Mu Lin said, relieved. “But you’ll need to master Chinese first to understand the techniques.”
“I’ll have a lifetime with you—plenty of time to learn,” Fanny purred, making Mu Lin choke.
“Alright, enough,” Claire interjected. “From now on, we all learn cultivation. But *no one* speaks of this outside, or Mu Lin will turn them into idiots. Understood?”
Mu Lin nodded, grateful for Claire’s leadership. He then recounted the day’s events, playing the role of patient teacher until his throat was dry.
“Wait—so you learned a *pervert* technique?” Hong Jiani gasped. “No wonder you stripped me the first time we met!”
Mu Lin spat his water all over Xilia, coughing violently. “I had no choice! I was *healing* you!”
Xilia wiped her dress, laughing. “The one you undressed is *over there*.”
The girls dissolved into giggles as Mu Lin turned red. Eventually, they retired for the night.
The next morning, Mu Lin resumed his routine, guiding the girls through exercises. Even Hong Jiani and Claire joined in.
After breakfast, they gathered again. Meizi and Bisi insisted on staying—they were part of the family now.
With his master’s energy absorbed, Mu Lin’s yin-yang balance was temporarily stable. He only needed external yin energy for his next breakthrough. He avoided intimacy, not wanting to hinder their future progress.
Preparations complete, they assembled in the basement. Sitting in a circle, each placed a hand on the next person’s life gate, with Hong Jiani—the most yin-rich—facing Mu Lin, palms pressed together.
As Mu Lin began his breakthrough, energy cycled between them, nourishing his nascent core. Finally, it shattered and reformed into a golden grain-sized pellet.
(First published on Qidian.)
“Phew!” Mu Lin spat out his mouthful of water all over Sylvia, choking a bit from the shock. In his mind, he was furious, thinking, ‘Did I have a choice? Besides, I was treating you at that time.’ While Sylvia wiped the water off her clothes, she said, “You were supposed to take off the clothes of the person over there, so why did you spray water on me?” She then started patting Mu Lin’s back. Mu Lin’s face turned bright red. The girls looked at Mu Lin, Sylvia, and the stunned Hong Jia Ni standing there and burst into laughter again. Finally, they each went back to their rooms to rest, planning to discuss Mu Lin’s matters the next day.
Mu Lin realized he had gone too far—telling the truth wasn’t working anymore. Just moments ago, he was likened to the Tang Monk, and now he was being called a monster. He coughed loudly and snapped, “Snap out of it!”
The girls shrieked in unison, “You scared us to death!” Mu Lin nearly collapsed.
After a long pause, Hong Jiani was the first to exclaim, “Monster! Mu Lin, you’re not a monster, are you?”
The others nodded in agreement. Mu Lin asked, “Do I look like a monster to you?”
“Yes!” they chorused. Mu Lin hadn’t expected such solidarity.
“Daniel, I think you *are* a monster. You’re top of your class, you can cook, heal people, do Chinese martial arts, make money, perform magic—and you’re so young! If you’re not a monster, who is?” Bisi blurted out, stringing together so many “you can” phrases that Mu Lin was impressed she could articulate them all after just over a year of learning Chinese. Seeing the girls nod and murmur in agreement, Mu Lin finally caught on. “Damn it, I’ve been played!”
The girls burst into laughter at his dumbfounded expression.
With these lighthearted moments, the atmosphere gradually relaxed. Mu Lin briefly shared his background and experiences, though he omitted details about the ring and gambling for funds—not because he distrusted them, but because they weren’t ready to grasp such concepts yet. Only when they too became cultivators would they begin to understand that many things in this world couldn’t be explained by modern science.
“Mu Lin, can cultivators really fly through the sky and take someone’s head from a thousand miles away as easily as plucking something from a bag?” The Hong Kong heiress, clearly a fan of martial arts novels, posed the question with flair.
“Pretty much,” Mu Lin replied with an air of wisdom, secretly hoping they’d beg him to teach them cultivation techniques.
“Great! Then go kill the Gou family’s young master right now! If it weren’t for him pestering his father to humiliate mine, my dad wouldn’t have abandoned me. You *have* to help me get revenge!” The furious Miss Hong snarled at him, her face twisted with rage. To her, Mu Lin killing someone was as simple as slaughtering a chicken. Judging by her expression, Mu Lin wasn’t sure she wouldn’t attack *him* if he refused.
“Ah! Why not learn cultivation yourself and take revenge later? Wouldn’t that be more satisfying?” Mu Lin coaxed gently.
“Pfft! With you around, why should I bother? Training is exhausting—covered in mud and sweat, exposed to wind and sun, turning into a haggard old woman in a robe, running around like a ghost to scam money for you. And who knows? You might just dump me afterward. Who’d I complain to then?” Miss Hong retorted, making Mu Lin sound like a thug and lackey rolled into one. The others nodded vigorously, united in their stance.
“Hmm…” Mu Lin pondered before finally saying, “Look at my skin—isn’t it great?”
“Ugh, get a grip! Good skin doesn’t put food on the table!” The girls remained unmoved, refusing to fall for it. Mu Lin was speechless—once again, Miss Hong had outmaneuvered him. He made a mental note to teach her a lesson later.
“You don’t understand. Cultivation keeps your skin flawless, preserves your youth, and extends your life. You’ll stay as beautiful as you are now, even in old age!” Mu Lin continued earnestly.
“Really? Staying like this forever? Wouldn’t that make us old monsters?” Miss Hong countered, embodying the spirit of opposing whatever the “enemy” supported.
“No, I want to learn cultivation with Brother Mu Lin so I can stay with him!” Finally, a dissenting voice—Meizi. Mu Lin felt a weight lift off his shoulders. *Good girl,* he thought.
“Wow, Mu Lin, I didn’t take you for a lolicon!” Miss Hong fired back, relentless as ever.
“Enough, Miss Hong. You’ve gone too far.” Claire, noticing Mu Lin’s darkening expression, stepped in to defuse the situation.
“Sorry, Meizi, Mu Lin.” The heiress quickly backtracked, leaving Mu Lin fuming but unable to vent.
“Mu Lin, is cultivation really as amazing as you say? Can I learn too?” Silia, unable to resist the temptation, chimed in.
“Of course, but you’ll need to study Chinese well to understand the techniques,” Mu Lin replied, seizing the opportunity to further his agenda.
“Well, I’ll have a lifetime by your side—how could I *not* learn Chinese well?” Fenny teased boldly, leaving Mu Lin momentarily speechless.
“Alright, Fenny, let’s drop this for now. From now on, everyone will learn cultivation from Mu Lin. No one is to speak of today’s events without permission—or I’ll have Mu Lin turn anyone who leaks it into an idiot. You *can* do that, right, Mu Lin? And explain what happened this afternoon. You still haven’t given us the full story.” Claire asserted her authority as the de facto leader.
“Well…” Mu Lin nodded, relieved that they were willing to learn. Claire’s handling of the situation was far more polished than his own—she voiced things he’d hesitated to say, making everything smoother. He then recounted the day’s events in detail, doubling as an impromptu kindergarten teacher until his throat was parched. Finally done, he took a sip of water, ready to rest and bask in his temporary role as mentor.
“Wow, Mu Lin, I just realized—you’re learning some *perverted* techniques! No wonder you’re so shameless, stripping people’s clothes off the first time you meet them!” Miss Hong had an epiphany.
“Pfft—!” Mu Lin spat his water all over Silia, choking in the process. Fuming internally (*Did I have a choice? I was treating her!*), he turned red as Silia wiped herself off, complaining, “The one you stripped is over *there*—why spray *me*?” She patted his back while the others laughed at the spectacle of Mu Lin, Silia, and a stunned Hong Jiani. Eventually, they all retired for the night, agreeing to discuss matters further the next day.
The following morning, Mu Lin rose early as usual, exercising while guiding the girls. After Fenny and the others moved into the villa, they’d joined the four younger girls in training, and even Hong Jiani, out of sheer competitiveness, had followed suit. Eventually, even Claire was roped in.
After breakfast, they reconvened in the living room. Initially, Mu Lin had wanted to exclude Meizi and Bisi, but they refused, insisting on attending as part of the family.
Having absorbed his master’s primordial energy, Mu Lin’s yin-yang balance was temporarily stable. He only needed external yin energy when breaking through to the Golden Core stage. For now, he had no intention of taking anyone’s virginity—doing so would hinder their future cultivation progress.
Once preparations were complete, they gathered in the basement. Mu Lin had them sit in a circle, each placing a hand on the next person’s life gate. Hong Jiani, with the strongest yin energy, sat facing Mu Lin, their palms pressed together. As Mu Lin began his breakthrough, primordial energy cycled between them, nourishing his nascent Golden Core. Finally, the core shattered and reformed into a grain-sized golden pellet.
(First published on Qidian.)
After breakfast, Mu Lin and the others gathered again in the living room for a meeting. Originally, Mu Lin didn’t want Mei Zi and Bess to attend, but they refused to comply. Mei Zi and the others insisted they wouldn’t go to school and would attend the meeting instead, asserting their status as members of the family.
Since Mu Lin had absorbed his ancestor’s true energy, his yin and yang were temporarily balanced. Therefore, this time he only needed some external yin energy when breaking through to the golden core stage. For now, he didn’t want to lose his virginity or theirs, as doing so would slow down their cultivation progress afterward.
Seeing that things had gone too far and telling the truth was no longer an option—having just been likened to the Tang Monk and now to a monster—Mu Lin coughed loudly and shouted, “Snap out of it!”
The girls all screamed in unison, “You scared us to death!” Mu Lin collapsed.
After a long pause, it was Hong Jiani who gasped, “A monster! Mu Lin, you’re not a monster, are you?”
The other girls nodded in agreement. Mu Lin asked, “Do I look like a monster to you?”
“Yes!” they chorused. Mu Lin hadn’t expected them to be so united.
“Daniel, I think you *are* a monster. You’re so good at studying, cooking, healing, Chinese martial arts, making money, and even magic—and you’re so young! If you’re not a monster, then who is?” Bessie blurted out. It was impressive how someone who had only studied Chinese for a little over a year could rattle off so many “you’re so good at”s without stumbling. Seeing the girls all nodding and murmuring in agreement, Mu Lin finally realized, *Damn, I’ve been played!*
The girls burst into laughter again at Mu Lin’s dumbfounded expression.
After these little episodes, the atmosphere gradually lightened. Mu Lin briefly explained his background and experiences, though he still kept quiet about the ring and the gambling scheme to secure funds. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust them, but their current understanding wasn’t ready for it. Only after they too became cultivators would they begin to grasp that there were many things in this world that couldn’t be explained by so-called modern science.
“Mu Lin, can cultivators really fly through the sky and take someone’s head from a thousand miles away as easily as plucking a fruit?” Being the daughter of a wealthy Hong Kong family, she had clearly read too many novels by Huanzhu Louzhu—her words carried a certain sophistication.
“More or less,” Mu Lin replied with an air of worldly wisdom. *They’ll be begging me to teach them soon enough. Heh!*
“Great! Then go kill that bastard from the Gou family right now! If it weren’t for him pestering his father to humiliate mine, my dad wouldn’t have abandoned me. You have to help me get revenge!” The furious Miss Hong snarled at Mu Lin, her face twisted with rage. In her mind, Mu Lin killing someone was as easy as slaughtering a chicken. Judging by her expression, Mu Lin wasn’t sure if she’d attack *him* if he refused.
“Ah! Why don’t *you* learn cultivation and kill him yourself later? Wouldn’t that be more satisfying?” Mu Lin coaxed gently.
“Pfft! With you around, why should I bother learning that stuff? It’s exhausting—covered in mud and sweat, exposed to wind and sun every day, turning into a haggard old woman in no time. Then I’d have to wear robes, let my hair down, and play the mystic to swindle money for you. And who knows? You might just dump me afterward. Who’d I complain to then?” Miss Hong argued righteously. Mu Lin had now been demoted to hired thug and lackey. The other girls all nodded in agreement—united in voice and will.
“Hmm…” Mu Lin pondered before finally saying, “Look at my skin—isn’t it great?”
“Ugh! Man up already! Good skin doesn’t put food on the table!” The girls remained unmoved, refusing to take the bait. Mu Lin was speechless—once again, it was Miss Hong. *I’ll have to teach her a lesson later,* he thought. *She’s always opposing me.*
“You don’t understand. Cultivation keeps your skin flawless, preserves your youth, and extends your life. You’ll stay as beautiful as you are now, even in old age!” Mu Lin continued patiently, meticulously explaining.
“Really? Staying like this forever? Wouldn’t that make us old monsters?” Miss Hong kept up her contrarian stance, embodying the principle of *whatever the enemy supports, we oppose.*
“No, I want to learn cultivation with Brother Mu Lin so I can stay with him!” Finally, a different voice spoke up. Mei’s words were like a weight lifted from Mu Lin’s heart. *Mei’s the best,* he thought.
“Wow! Who knew you were a lolicon, Mu Lin!” Miss Hong seized the opportunity to twist things further, relentless in her teasing.
“Enough, Miss Hong. You’ve gone too far.” It was Claire who spoke up, noticing Mu Lin’s darkening expression.
“Sorry, Mei. Sorry, Mu Lin.” The ever-resourceful Miss Hong quickly backtracked, leaving Mu Lin fuming but unable to vent.
“By the way, Mu Lin, is cultivation really as amazing as you say? Do you think I could learn?” Another voice piped up—Celia, unable to resist the temptation.
“Of course! But you’ll need to study Chinese well first to fully grasp the teachings.” Mu Lin continued his grand educational mission.
“Well, I have a whole lifetime to follow you around. You’re not worried I won’t learn, are you?” Fanny, ever bold, flirted shamelessly. “Uh—” Mu Lin was at a loss for words.
“Alright, Fanny, let’s drop it for now. From now on, everyone will learn cultivation from Mu Lin. No one is to speak of today’s events without permission—or I’ll have Mu Lin turn anyone who leaks it into an idiot. You can do that, right, Mu Lin? Now, explain what happened this afternoon. You still haven’t given us the full story.” Claire asserted her authority as the de facto leader.
“Well…” Mu Lin nodded, thinking, *As long as they’re willing to learn, that’s what matters.* Claire handled things far more deftly than he could, saying things he’d hesitate to voice himself. It made everything much easier.
Finally, Mu Lin recounted the day’s events in detail, even playing kindergarten teacher to explain the basics. By the end, his throat was parched. After a sip of water, he prepared to rest—and indulge in the teacher role a little longer.
“Wow, Mu Lin! I just realized—you’re learning some kind of rogue cultivation technique, no wonder you’re so perverted, stripping people’s clothes off the first time you meet them!” Miss Hong had an epiphany.
“Pfft—!” Mu Lin spat out his water, drenching Celia and choking in the process. Fuming internally, he thought, *Did I have a choice? And I was treating you at the time!*
Celia wiped her clothes dry, grumbling, “The one you stripped is over there—why spray me?” She patted Mu Lin’s back as his face turned red. The girls burst into laughter at the sight of Mu Lin, Celia, and a stunned Hong Jiani.
Eventually, they all retired to their rooms, agreeing to discuss Mu Lin’s plans the next day.
The following morning, Mu Lin rose early as usual, exercising while guiding the girls. Since Fanny and the others had moved into the villa, they’d joined the four younger girls in training, unable to resist the temptation. Fortunately, the villa was spacious enough. Even Hong Jiani, initially reluctant, eventually joined in. Soon, even Claire was roped into the routine.
After breakfast, they gathered in the living room for a meeting. Mu Lin had initially wanted to exclude Mei and Bessie, but they refused, insisting on attending as part of the family.
Having absorbed his master’s primordial energy, Mu Lin’s yin-yang balance was temporarily stable. He only needed external yin energy when breaking through to the Golden Core stage. For now, he didn’t want to lose his virginity—nor take the girls’—as it would slow their cultivation progress.
After finalizing the details of his seclusion, they all gathered in the basement. Mu Lin had them sit in a circle, each placing a hand on the next person’s life gate. Hong Jiani, with the strongest yin energy, sat facing Mu Lin, their palms pressed together.
Mu Lin began his breakthrough. The primordial energy formed a cycle among them, nourishing his nascent Golden Core. Finally, the core shattered and reformed into a grain-sized golden pellet.
(First published on Qidian.)
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