Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 107 Singing to the Child, Spirit Boat Flies Across

inside the house.

Zhiwei had already sat cross-legged on her small bed in deep meditation, the spiritual power of the Frost Flower Record swirling around her, carrying a hint of coolness.

Qingjun, however, tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

For some reason, the little girl felt inexplicably sad today, as if a lump of cotton was stuck in her chest, a dull and indescribable feeling.

During the day, her master kept teasing her, which helped her temporarily forget her distress.

But when the night is deep and quiet, the feeling of depression in my heart begins to spread uncontrollably.

She remembered the beautiful Aunt Mao from earlier that day, her gentle eyes and pleasant voice, and the silver bell she had given her.

But the more I think about it, the stronger that inexplicable sense of loss becomes.

Chen Ye naturally noticed Qing Jun's unusual behavior.

He was cultivating his spiritual sense in the training room when he faintly heard a very slight sobbing sound coming from the bedroom.

His heart tightened, and he got up and went to the bedroom door, peeking through the crack in the door.

Qingjun's small figure was curled up in the quilt, her shoulders trembling slightly, clearly she was crying secretly.

Chen Ye sighed inwardly.

This young girl is sensitive. Today's meeting with Mao Qingzhu has probably stirred up her longing for and confusion about family ties.

He didn't push the door open and go in, nor did he offer any words of comfort.

She simply leaned against the doorframe silently, softly humming some songs from another world.

His voice wasn't loud, and it was a little hoarse. The melody was also somewhat haphazard, after all, he wasn't a professional singer.

But in the quiet snowy night, the melodious humming made the little girl quietly prick up her ears.

"As the moon moves, so do I."

"I carry a flower basket for the moon,"

"There are three eggs in the flower basket,"

"Give it to the baby to eat with porridge."

Qingjun pouted and blinked her watery phoenix eyes.

My master sings terribly!!

They sang until she was hungry...

Chen Ye nodded in satisfaction when he saw that Qingjun had stopped crying.

As expected of him!

Chen Ye paused, then remembered a folk tune with a touch of humor, so he lowered his voice and, imitating a child's tone, slowly hummed it:

"Little mouse, climb the lampstand,"

"He who steals oil can't get down from the mountain."

"Meow, meow, the cat's here!"

"It rolled down with a clatter."

Qingjun couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Although the laughter was very soft, it still had a nasal tone from just having cried.

Chen Ye then stopped humming.

Little girl, you can't even handle this?

He was smug and gently pushed open the door a crack.

He saw Qingjun lying on the quilt, looking at him with bright eyes.

The little girl's two slender white feet swung behind her as she pouted and muttered:

"Master... your singing is awful..."

The sound was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet it reached Chen Ye's ears clearly.

Chen Ye's smile froze instantly.

He...he sings terribly?
He actually thought his magnetic, husky male voice had a unique charm!

He suddenly remembered the soft laugh Qingjun had made when she heard "rolling down with a clatter," and he had initially thought it was just a funny song that amused her.

Now that I think about it... it turns out that the girl couldn't help but laugh because I sang so badly?
Chen Ye was at a loss for words, feeling both amused and exasperated. The warmth he felt from comforting his disciple was quickly replaced by a strange sense of frustration.

He shook his head, deciding not to argue with a little girl, gently closed the door, and turned back to his cultivation room.

However, what Chen Ye didn't know was...

Even if she later becomes a world-destroying demoness who opposes the world, she will never forget that on a certain winter night, a man clumsily hummed a song to her...

……

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the past seven days, the chaos and panic in Yunxifang caused by the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation and the attack of demonic beasts have gradually subsided.

The order of the market was quickly restored under the strong intervention of the Lingyin Sect, and the damaged buildings began to be rebuilt. However, a trace of bloodshed and desolation still lingered in the air.

For Chen Ye, these seven days were a rare period of peace and reflection. He spent most of his time consolidating his cultivation and guiding his two disciples in their training.

Inside the cultivation room, the Spirit Gathering Array Plate emitted a soft spiritual light, slowly gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around it.

Chen Ye sat cross-legged, and with each breath, the spiritual energy circulating throughout his body became increasingly harmonious.

[Seven Luminaries Soul Nourishing Method (Visualization): 7/10]

Seven days of visualization deepened his understanding of the Seven Luminaries Soul Nourishing Method. Although he still failed to visualize any complete star, the swelling pain in his sea of ​​consciousness had lessened considerably, and his soul had become more refined.

The progress of the two apprentices is even more gratifying.

Zhiwei has shown amazing talent in cultivation, and there are already faint signs that she is about to break through to the second level of Qi Refining.

The water vapor surrounding her became increasingly condensed, making Qingjun extremely envious.

Although Qingjun's progress in the body-tempering technique of the Jinghong Method was a little slow, she persisted every day, and her small body became much stronger than before. She was no longer the frail woman who would fall over at the slightest breeze, and she could even throw a few decent punches and kicks with great force.

However, whenever she saw the increasingly obvious spiritual energy fluctuations around her senior sister, the little girl could not hide the envy in her eyes.

That morning, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

Chen Ye got up early and packed his bags.

Today is the day he sets off for the Lingyin Sect.

According to the sect's rules, newly appointed stewards must register at the sect's external affairs hall and undergo a three-month training program.

The spirit boat responsible for ferrying them will arrive at Yunxifang today.

"Master, can we really...really go to that huge fairy ship together?"

Qingjun's little face was filled with excitement and unease. Her little hands tightly gripped Zhiwei's clothes, and her bright, phoenix eyes blinked as she looked at Chen Ye.

Zhiwei appeared much calmer. She moved a stool over, stood on it, tiptoed, and silently combed Chen Ye's hair.

Chen Ye smiled and patted Qingjun's head: "Of course it's true. From now on, you will follow your master and cultivate diligently in the immortal sect, striving to become powerful immortals as soon as possible!"

"Ok!"

Qingjun shook her head vigorously, shaking off Chen Ye's hand. A bright smile bloomed on her little face as she happily shook the bell.

Before leaving, Chen Ye took his two apprentices to say goodbye to Li Dagen's family and He Qi.

Grandma Li held the two girls' hands, her eyes filled with reluctance, and kept telling them to listen to their master, to study hard at the immortal sect, and not to be playful.

They stuffed their little pockets full of all sorts of food, afraid that they would go hungry on the way.

The old man patted his chest and assured Chen Ye that he would take good care of Chen Ye's small courtyard on Bishui Street until he returned after completing his studies.

When He Qi heard that Chen Ye was going to take his disciple to Lingyin Sect, he was amazed and kept praising Chen Ye for his sense of responsibility and the two girls for their good fortune.

He had intended to give some spirit stones as a travel gift, but Chen Ye politely declined.

"Oh dear, I'll be returning to Yuexi Lake Lane soon. Brother Chen, if you have the chance, please come and visit me..."

He Qi gave Chen Ye his address in Yuexi Lake Lane.

After exchanging pleasantries and bidding farewell, Chen Ye led his two apprentices toward the square in the center of the neighborhood, amidst the envious or complicated gazes of the neighbors.

A large number of people have already gathered in the square.

Apart from Chen Ye, the newly appointed steward, most of the others were disciples of the Lingyin Sect.

These disciples either advance to the inner sect or return to their original sect after completing their mission.

Besides them, there were also wandering cultivators who were just watching the spectacle.

at this time,

A huge, dark blue spirit boat, like a small mountain, floated silently above the square.

The hull is engraved with intricate runes, emitting a faint spiritual light, while the bow is carved with a lifelike giant crane, its head held high towards the sky, exuding extraordinary power.

Chen Ye and his two disciples looked up at the magnificent spirit ship, and couldn't help but feel a sense of longing.

"Deacon Chen!" A clear female voice came from behind.

Chen Ye turned around and saw Li Qiuyun standing prettily not far away.

Today, she was still wearing a sky-blue Taoist robe, her graceful figure almost bursting out from under the robe.

Upon seeing Chen Ye arrive with two exquisitely beautiful little girls, she was initially taken aback, but then a knowing smile flashed in her eyes:

"I didn't expect these two little girls to go to the sect... Don't worry, Deacon Chen, I'll help you take care of the kids."

Chen Ye returned the greeting with a cupped hand: "I will be very grateful for your help then, fellow Daoist."

Qingjun huddled behind her master, her big eyes constantly scanning the beautiful older sister in front of her.

She's not as pretty as my aunt, but... but she's so fat!!
The little girl was shocked.

It is indeed permissible to bring family members when pursuing advanced studies at Lingyin Sect.

After all, the Lingyin Sect has a large area and is not stingy in providing accommodations for its disciples.

However, when deacons go to the sect, they usually do not bring their family members to avoid trouble.

Her junior brother Liu, who was standing beside her, felt contempt when he saw that Chen Ye was going to bring two "burdens" with him to the sect.

"Hmph, just a lucky rogue cultivator who actually thinks he's something special! Bringing two kids to the sect, is he treating this like a sightseeing trip? Doesn't he care about being laughed at?"

Junior Brother Liu cursed inwardly, his gaze toward Chen Ye growing increasingly hostile, but he refrained from doing so because Li Qiuyun was present.

Despite his thoughts, a smile appeared on his face:
"Deacon Chen, I have offended you greatly in the past. I hope you will forgive and forget. I wish you a smooth journey ahead!"

Chen Ye nodded slightly, then turned to talk to Li Qiuyun.

When Junior Brother Liu saw that Chen Ye was being so disrespectful, his face darkened.

Especially when he saw the gentleness and smile that unconsciously appeared in Li Qiuyun's eyes when she was talking to Chen Ye, it made him feel like he had a fishbone stuck in his throat.

Senior sister... Senior sister actually smiled at that old man!
It's nothing, it's just following the March schedule...

Chen Ye was perfectly aware of Junior Brother Liu's little schemes, and suddenly smiled at Li Qiuyun:
“Fellow Daoist Li, we have known each other for many days, but it is a bit too formal to always address each other as fellow Daoist or steward.”

Li Qiuyun didn't think too much about it, and pondered for a moment:

"Yes... then from now on I'll call you... call you Brother Chen?"

"Sister! No!"

Qingjun was unhappy; she peeked her little head out from behind Chen Ye.
"If you call him Master or Brother, then Qingjun will have to call him Sister or Auntie!"

Li Qiuyun suddenly realized, and she lowered her head shyly: "Then call him Uncle Chen?"

Chen Ye nodded: "Alright, Qiu Yun, please lead us onto the boat."

He called out "Qiuyun" with perfect familiarity.
This made the cold-faced senior sister a little embarrassed, but seeing that Chen Ye was open and honest, and was even a generation older than her.

He couldn't help but curse himself for overthinking.

Just then, a long, drawn-out bell rang out from the spirit boat.

Immediately afterward, a flash of light appeared, and a middle-aged cultivator with a refined appearance appeared at the bow of the ship, proclaiming in a loud voice: "The time has come. All deacons and disciples heading to the sect, board the ship immediately!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Upon hearing this, everyone dared not delay and took out their identity jade tokens, queuing up in front of a light ladder hanging down from the ship.

Li Qiuyun then put aside her unease and, along with Chen Ye and the others, boarded the spirit boat with the flow of people.

Only Junior Brother Liu remained standing there.

Chen Ye actually called her "Senior Sister Qiu Yun"??
He suddenly had a bad feeling.

Is Senior Sister Li three months later still the same Senior Sister Li as she is today?

……

Chen Ye followed the flow of people step by step.

The light staircase may seem illusory, but stepping on it feels as stable as stepping on flat ground.

Soon, he boarded the spacious deck of the spirit boat.

The spirit boat slowly rose into the air, and the scenery of Yunxifang gradually receded beneath its feet.

On the deck, many cultivators were already standing, most of them looking excited and full of anticipation for their upcoming life in the sect.

Chen Ye found a relatively quiet corner and silently observed the enormous spirit ship.

The interior of the boat was extremely spacious, with carved beams and painted rafters, and an exquisite layout, far surpassing ordinary flying magical artifacts.

"set sail!"

With a command from the inner sect cultivator at the bow, the spirit boat trembled slightly, then quickly rose into the air, heading towards the Lingyin Sect's mountain gate.

The outline of Yunxifang gradually shrank beneath my feet, eventually turning into a blurry black dot and disappearing into the vast sea of ​​clouds.

It was the first time Qingjun and Zhiwei had ridden in such a huge flying artifact, and their little faces were full of novelty and excitement.

They clung to the porthole, curiously observing the rapidly receding sea of ​​clouds and mountains outside.

"Master, are we flying? We're flying even higher than birds!" Qingjun exclaimed excitedly, her little face flushed with excitement.

Zhiwei stared blankly at the ever-changing scenery outside the window, speechless.

The older girl hasn't been very happy these past few days...

(End of this chapter)