Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 103 Taking the Kids Shopping, President Shi Jing

[Master Changqinggong: 180/1600]

Since the cultivation technique has reached the master level, with the combined effect of the first-order spiritual vein and the spirit gathering array, even without deliberate breathing exercises, the daily proficiency can steadily increase by twenty-five points.

This means that even if one completely stops using pills, it will only take about two months for Changqing Gong to break through to the next realm.

In recent days, he has been refining Qi-Nourishing Pills almost day and night, and his body has accumulated a considerable amount of drug resistance, so the pills are not as helpful to his cultivation as before.

Chen Ye checked the storage bag and found only twenty Qi-Nourishing Pills left.

After pondering for a while, he finally decided to temporarily stop taking the pills.

"Essences are ultimately external things; excessive consumption will do more harm than good and may damage one's foundation. On the path of cultivation, one must be strong oneself to succeed..."

As for the remaining Qi-Nourishing Pills, he did not intend to give them to his disciples.

These elixirs are of poor quality and will affect their future development.

After calming down, Chen Ye stood up from the meditation room.

He glanced out the window.

On this day, the weather was fine and sunny, with a gentle breeze blowing.

Chen Ye decided to take his two disciples to the street to choose suitable magical artifacts for them.

After all, the disciples have also begun to cultivate, and they can't always be empty-handed.

"Zhiwei, Qingjun, let's go. Today, your master will take you to the market to take a look around and see if there are any handy magical artifacts." Chen Ye called out in the courtyard.

"Master, what are magic implements?"

Qingjun rubbed her sleepy eyes and mumbled as she walked out of the house.

Her skin was fair and delicate, with only faint dark circles under her eyes, indicating that she had stayed up late playing Go with her senior sister last night.

Zhiwei quietly followed behind Qingjun, having changed into a clean light blue dress.

Her long, dark hair was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, revealing her delicate features.

Perhaps because she had begun cultivating the Frost Flower Record, this girl exuded a faint, cold aura, unlike ordinary people.

You'd never guess that just yesterday the black-haired girl was kneeling down, earnestly rubbing his big feet...

Thinking about this, Chen Ye felt a little guilty.

Zhiwei's character in the game's storyline is truly unforgettable.

High above, looking down on all living beings, indifferent and ruthless...

hiss--

I wonder if I can have Zhiwei wash his feet every day from now on.

Chen Ye explained with a smile:
“Magic artifacts are tools that cultivators use to cast spells and subdue demons. Now that you have embarked on the path of immortality, you will naturally need one or two protective items.”

My two disciples are future top talents.

Chen Ye was determined to properly train his two apprentices.

In the past, resources were scarce and dangers were ever-present, leaving him with no time to spare. Now that he has joined the Lingyin Sect and has a chance to catch his breath, it's time to arm them!

maybe,
These two little dumplings can also help me.

Even if they don't have long legs, short legs don't mean they can't be hugged...

Chen Ye glanced at his two apprentices' short legs.

Zhiwei's eyes flickered slightly, and she quietly tiptoed.

……

The two apprentices haven't gone out shopping in a long time.

Once inside the market, it's like a fish entering water; everything is new and exciting.

Qingjun was especially excited. She was naturally lively and active, and now she was holding Zhiwei's hand, jumping and skipping around in front of each stall.

Her little head swayed from side to side, and her bright phoenix eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Sometimes he would point at a dazzling jade sword in amazement, and other times he would be attracted by the sparkling strange minerals on the stall, exclaiming "Wow!" in admiration.

If Chen Ye hadn't warned her beforehand not to touch anything, this little girl probably would have already explored every inch of the stall. Chen Ye chuckled inwardly; this little girl truly deserves her dragon bloodline—she loves shiny things so much?

He didn't urge them, letting them watch.

His main purpose today was to first retrieve his iron sword from Lingbao Pavilion, and then pick out some excellent magical artifacts for his disciple.

Speaking of Tie Jian and Ping Zhuo, Chen Ye couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

He had known Ping Zhuo for a while and was quite fond of his cheerful and affectionate nature.

Unexpectedly, this burly man with a "girlish heart" would die tragically at the hands of villains like Wang Po, which is truly lamentable.

If not for the natural disaster that prevented him from returning, Ping Zhuo should have been able to return to Lingbaomen to report for duty long ago, instead of ending up in such a state.

"Master, where are we going?"

After seeing all the new and interesting things, Qingjun looked up and asked a question.

"Go to Lingbao Pavilion. I had a sword reforged a few days ago, and I'll go pick it up today."

As Chen Ye spoke, he led his two apprentices toward the magnificent pavilion in the center of the town.

Inside Lingbao Pavilion, people were still coming and going.

After Chen Ye explained his purpose, a steward who had been dozing behind the counter slowly raised his eyelids, glanced at Chen Ye, and asked, "Oh, to retrieve the sword? Do you have any proof?"

Chen Ye took out the token that Ping Zhuo had given him from his storage bag.

The steward took the token and glanced at it lazily.

He casually tossed it onto the counter, flipped through the ledgers, and said slowly and deliberately:
"Yes, that's true. But... this is a private transaction between you, what does it have to do with Lingbao Pavilion?"

Chen Ye frowned slightly, sensing something amiss: "Fellow Daoist Ping has unfortunately perished, but I entrusted this iron sword of mine to him for reforging within the pavilion..."

The manager chuckled and said with a forced smile:

“Fellow Daoist, you are mistaken. Since it is a private transaction, you should bear the risks. Master Ping passed away midway, and your sword was not yet finished at that time. Our sect understands your situation and sent someone else to continue forging it for you, which is why it is the finished product it is today. The effort and materials spent during this process far exceeded our initial expectations. For just an additional sixty spirit stones, you can take this precious sword away.”

Sixty spirit stones?" Chen Ye's face darkened. "Fellow Daoist, are you trying to raise the price on the spot?"

Chen Ye could accept paying another thirty spirit stones.

After all, it was Ping Zhuo who accepted his deposit, and he hadn't even paid the balance.

But aren't these sixty spirit stones just like slaughtering a pig?
"That's not the way to say it,"

The manager remained unmoved by reason.

"If you are unwilling, then forget it. As for this sword, our Lingbao Pavilion will keep it and you can dispose of it as you see fit. This sword has undergone some reforging and is now comparable to a high-grade first-tier magic weapon, it's just that it hasn't been inscribed with any runes... Sixty spirit stones is really not much for you!"

His words clearly indicated that he had Chen Ye completely under his control.

The iron sword is indeed worth the price now.

But the key point is that this was originally Chen Ye's iron sword being reforged, and its market price before reforging was over thirty-five spirit stones!

Chen Ye sneered inwardly. He was no longer the shantytown herb farmer who could be easily manipulated.

Just as he was about to lash out, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Oh, isn't this Steward Zhang? What brings you to the first floor today? Are you perhaps making things difficult for some fellow Daoist again?" A slightly mocking voice rang out.

Chen Ye looked in the direction of the sound and saw several cultivators dressed in uniform dark green outfits walk in from the doorway.

Surrounding them was a young man in a white robe with wide sleeves, with a handsome face, bright eyes, and a cultivation level that had reached the ninth level of Qi Refining. He had an extraordinary demeanor.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Manager Zhang immediately put on a smiling face:

"So it's Chairman Ji! Is this a deal with the Xu family? Our Lingbao Pavilion's appraisers are top-notch and fair!"

The visitor was none other than Ji Yueze, the president of the Stone Mirror Society.

This person was once an outer disciple of the Lingyin Sect. Eight years ago, when Shijing Town fell, he was expelled from the sect for serious dereliction of duty.

However, they were able to gather the remaining scattered cultivators of Stone Mirror Town and establish the Stone Mirror Society. In just eight years, they developed to the point where they could rival the Jade Lizard Society, which shows their strength.

It is rumored that he has many old acquaintances in the inner sect of Lingyin Sect and has extensive connections.

(End of this chapter)