Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 105 Mother and Child Meet, Desiring Master's Wife

Seven years have passed since we last met, and now this invitation is hard to fathom.

If Qingjun's mother wanted to bring Qingjun back, she had plenty of time in the past seven years. Why wait until today?
Chen Ye's eyes flickered slightly.

The little girl was glaring at him fiercely every now and then, and when she realized her master had noticed,

She quickly narrowed her eyes, which had been wide open like copper bells, into crescent moons and smiled sheepishly.

This white fluffy ball,

No good.

Gluttonous, cowardly...

Even though he was taken away like that, Chen Ye still felt reluctant to leave.

Chen Ye suppressed the turmoil in his heart, his face remaining completely expressionless.

Led by the maid who was at the late stage of Qi Refining, they led Zhiwei and Qingjun slowly up the stairs to the private room on the second floor.

Inside the private room, the furnishings were elegant, and a faint, delicate fragrance lingered in the air.

By the window, a graceful figure stood by the railing; it was the woman who had silenced Ji Yueze with just a single word downstairs.

She slowly turned around, wearing an elegant white dress, with fair skin, black hair, a delicate nose, and soft lips.

Those phoenix eyes, which once held a sense of determination and entrustment, now calmly rested on Chen Ye, their gaze shifting with a complex and indescribable emotion.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, please sit down." The woman's voice was gentle and melodious, like a clear spring flowing.

Chen Ye sat down in the guest seat, while Zhiwei and Qingjun stood obediently behind him, one on his left and one on his right.

Qingjun's bright black phoenix eyes curiously examined the woman in front of her, then she secretly glanced at her master, her little face full of confusion.

Although she was young, she could sense that the atmosphere between the two was strange.

Can……

How did Master come to know such a beautiful and capable woman?

"My name is Mao Qingzhu. I have just met Fellow Daoist Chen." The woman bowed gracefully and introduced herself. "It has been seven years since we last met. I never imagined that Fellow Daoist Chen would raise my two disciples so well."

Zhiwei's dark eyes suddenly lingered on the woman.

Bamboo, resilient and upright, embodies noble character and integrity, making it a gentleman among flowers.

Qingzhu...Qingjun.

The junior sister's name had a subtle resemblance to the woman in front of him.

Of course, it's also possible that she's overthinking it...

Chen Ye also cupped his hands in greeting: "Fellow Daoist Mao is too kind. As a teacher, it is my duty. I wonder why Fellow Daoist Mao has invited me at this time..."

Mao Qingzhu smiled slightly: "I have no other intention than to reunite with an old friend, which makes me very happy."

She didn't clarify her relationship with Qingjun, and her gaze barely fell on the little girl.

Chen Ye understood that this person probably had some unspeakable secret and could not recognize his daughter. He did not point it out, but simply said, "So... he had no other intentions."

Mao Qingzhu sighed silently and didn't continue the topic.

She kept a close eye on the little girl who was looking around curiously.

Although she was slender, her skin was fair and smooth with a light pink tinge, and she was full of energy and not shy at all.

It's clear that Chen Ye takes good care of them.

Seeing this, Mao Qingzhu felt a greater sense of closeness to the man before her, and said softly:

"Fellow Daoist Chen, there's no need to be so polite. You seem to be quite young. If you don't mind, you can just call me Sister Qingzhu."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ye's heart skipped a beat, but he feigned surprise: "Fellow Daoist Mao is so young and graceful; you must be older than me..."

Mao Qingzhu covered her lips and chuckled softly, like a spring breeze: "Fellow Daoist is joking. I am already thirty-seven years old this year, but I just know a little about beauty preservation techniques."

Thirty-seven?
Chen Ye thought to himself, "This body of mine is already forty years old."

But then I thought about it again, and realized that I was only in my early twenties in my previous life, so calling her "sister" wouldn't be a bad thing.

Moreover, judging from the other person's expression, they seem to care quite a bit about age; pointing it out would only be awkward.

Thinking of this, Chen Ye went along with it, cupped his hands and smiled, "I see. Then I shall take the liberty of calling you Sister Qingzhu."

Mao Qingzhu does indeed look young. Judging from her figure and appearance, others would probably think she is in her twenties. How could anyone tell that she is a thirty-seven-year-old woman?
However, this world is different from the previous one. Mao Qingzhu has achieved considerable cultivation, and at thirty-seven years old, he is considered very young.

"Oh, you're too kind, Brother Ye."

Mao Qingzhu's smile was gentle and charming, and her address of "Brother Ye" was perfectly natural, as if the two had known each other for a long time.

She gently raised her hand, and two ancient-looking short swords appeared out of thin air on the table.

The scabbard was dull and the hilt was black and unremarkable.

"Brother Ye, your two disciples are both exceptionally talented, and their future achievements are limitless."

Mao Qingzhu then looked at the two girls, a hint of appreciation in her eyes.
"Since we are meeting for the first time, let me present them with this pair of combined swords as a gift. These swords are a pair, named Canchen and Xiaohan. They can be separated or combined, and their power is doubled when used together, making them perfect for the two of them to cultivate together."

The two swords looked ordinary, but since Mao Qingzhu gave them to her daughter, they must have been extraordinary.

Chen Ye took it with complete confidence and without any politeness.

He turned around and handed the two swords to the two girls respectively: "Aren't you going to thank Aunt Mao...?"

The two girls, each holding a flying sword, said in their clear voices:

"Thank you, Aunt Mao!"

Mao Qingzhu smiled gently and said softly, "Two little girls, come over here a bit, let... let Aunt Mao take a look."

Qingjun and Zhiwei exchanged a glance before slowly walking up to Mao Qingzhu.

Mao Qingzhu squatted down and carefully examined Qingjun's eyebrows and eyes. Her eyes seemed to glisten with tears, but she forced herself to hold them back.

She reached out, wanting to stroke Qingjun's cheek, but her fingertips trembled slightly in mid-air. In the end, she gently placed her hand on the top of Qingjun's head and softly rubbed it.

“Good child…” Mao Qingzhu’s voice was tinged with a barely perceptible sob.

“Aunt Mao…” The little girl blinked and stared at Mao Qingzhu in a daze.

Qingjun has always disliked being touched by anyone, regardless of gender.

But at this moment, when the woman in front of her touched her head, she felt a faint sense of peace.

Uh...

This auntie is so pretty and gentle, Qingjun really likes her!

Hmm... Qingjun is a smart girl!
The little girl's big eyes darted around, and she stared at Mao Qingzhu, asking:
"Aunt Mao, my master is so pitiful!!"

Mao Qingzhu paused for a moment, then smiled.
"Is Master pitiful? Is he lacking spirit stones, or something else...? Qingjun, tell Auntie. Auntie will give your Master anything he wants." The little girl cleverly feigned concern: "Really? Auntie won't lie to Qingjun?"

The little white ball of fur tugged at its fingers pitifully, its big, watery eyes looking timidly at Mao Qingzhu.

Mao Qingzhu's heart melted. She wished she could put Qingjun into her storage bag and ran away without a second thought.

Her voice, no longer gentle, became firm as she declared, "I will grant you anything!!"

Chen Ye was amused.

This girl, I'm so glad I spoiled her all this time!
They even know how to seek benefits for their master.

Chen Ye naturally felt perfectly justified in accepting this benefit.

He took care of Mao Qingzhu's daughter for seven years, so what's wrong with taking a little benefit from it?
The little girl sighed and groaned, acting just like a little adult.

She leaned close to Mao Qingzhu's ear and whispered, "Aunt Mao, my master is really pitiful..."

Her voice was very soft, but in this small private room, it couldn't escape Chen Ye's ears.

Chen Ye suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Master...no female cultivator has ever been interested in him, and he's been a widow for decades! So...could Aunt Mao be my master's wife?"

The little girl was completely unaware of the shocking things she had just said.

Instead, they were smug, thinking that if Aunt Mao became their master's wife.

Then they can see each other every day!

Mao Qingzhu nearly choked on her breath, and the atmosphere in the private room instantly froze.

She stared wide-eyed at the stunning young girl before her, her beautiful phoenix eyes wide with disbelief.

Then, as if seeking help, he looked at Chen Ye, who was equally dumbfounded.

Even with Chen Ye's thick skin, he was still embarrassed by Qing Jun's shockingly innocent remarks.

He coughed twice, then quickly stepped forward and covered Qingjun's still chattering mouth.

"Sister Qingzhu, children speak without thinking, children speak without thinking..."

Chen Ye explained awkwardly, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

What is this white fluffy thing thinking about all day long?
Besides, am I really that pitiful?

What do you mean no female cultivator would be interested in him...?!
Chen Ye got even angrier: "You little brat, all you do is talk nonsense!"

With her mouth covered, Qingjun could only make "woo-woo" sounds, but her big eyes darted around, clearly indignant.

Zhiwei, standing to the side, also blushed slightly. She tugged at Qingjun's sleeve and whispered, "Qingjun, don't talk nonsense!"

It took Mao Qingzhu a long time to recover. She looked at Chen Ye's embarrassed appearance and then at Qing Jun's unconvinced look.
Finally, he couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Brother Ye, your disciple is so adorable..."

She laughed so hard she was shaking; she was clearly very happy.

Of course, Chen Ye understood.

This was because it was Qingjun who said it; if it were any other child, Mao Qingzhu would probably have given them a cold look on the spot.

Mao Qingzhu then looked at Zhiwei beside her. She saw that the black-haired girl had a serious face, but she could tell that she cared about her junior sister.

He couldn't help but feel a fondness for her: "This must be Zhiwei. She is indeed a bright and intelligent child."

after that,

She took out another jade slip from her storage bag and handed it to Chen Ye.

Before she could speak, Chen Ye was startled.

Jade slip!

Only cultivation techniques at the Foundation Establishment stage or above can be stored on jade slips.

Seeing Chen Ye's expression, Mao Qingzhu knew he had a good eye for quality and smiled slightly:

"Brother Ye is now at the sixth level of Qi Refining. He will soon be able to condense his divine sense and break through to the late stage of Qi Refining. This is the Seven Luminaries Soul Nourishing Method, a superior method for tempering divine sense, which should be of great use to Brother Ye at this stage."

“I promised Qingjun that I would fulfill Yedi’s request. In any case, I have broken my promise. So I will make amends to Yedi in this way, and at the same time… to express my gratitude.”

Chen Ye took the jade slip. It felt warm and smooth to the touch, and he immediately felt a cool sensation penetrate his mind, which invigorated him.

Divine consciousness cultivation techniques have always been priceless.

Moreover, the Seven Luminaries Soul Nourishing Technique is not an ordinary spiritual cultivation method.

Mao Qingzhu, you've really put on a grand gesture!
This method is a secret technique passed down by the Mao family.

Chen Ye was also familiar with this method, because it was one of the essential skills that players had to practice in the game!

"Brother Ye, there's no need to be so polite. I like these two little girls very much. I only hope that you will continue to treat them well in the future and not let them suffer any grievances."

Mao Qingzhu's tone was tinged with melancholy.

She hesitated for a moment, then couldn't resist taking out two exquisite brocade boxes from her storage bag and handing them to the two girls: "These are little trinkets for you. Open them and see if you like them."

Qingjun took the brocade box and opened it with curiosity. Inside was a small and exquisite silver bell, engraved with intricate exorcising talismans. With a gentle shake, it emitted a crisp and melodious sound.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she happily picked it up and shook it.

Zhiwei also opened her brocade box, inside which was a warm jade pendant, slightly warm to the touch. The pendant was engraved with calming and tranquilizing talismans and emitted a faint spiritual energy.

She silently put the jade pendant away, nodded slightly to Mao Qingzhu as a way of thanking her.

"Sister Qingzhu, we have troubled you for a long time today, and we should take our leave now."

Seeing that Mao Qingzhu seemed to have no intention of saying anything more, Chen Ye got up to leave.

He could sense that Mao Qingzhu was carrying a heavy burden, and that being able to meet Qingjun briefly today was already the limit.

Mao Qingzhu nodded, not trying to stop him, but giving Qingjun a deep look before saying softly, "Brother Ye... I'm entrusting him to you."

"It's my duty," Chen Ye replied.

After Chen Ye led his two disciples away from the private room, the gentle smile on Mao Qingzhu's face gradually faded, replaced by a look of exhaustion.

She walked to the window and watched the three figures, one large and two small, gradually disappearing into the distance below, her phoenix eyes glistening with tears.

"Miss..." A maid appeared behind her at some point and called softly.

In private, the maids did not address her as "Madam," but as "Miss," because the maids were trusted confidantes that Mao Qingzhu brought from the Mao family.

"It's alright. Observing how they get along with Chen Ye, it's clear that Chen Ye hasn't treated them unfairly."

Mao Qingzhu didn't turn around, but quietly gazed out the window, her voice calm.

"Moreover, he is already the Spirit Plant Steward of the Lingyin Sect, and can provide Qingjun with a stable environment."

(End of this chapter)