Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 11 Iron Sword, Gold Medal

But this only made the already scarce spirit stones even fewer.

Chen Ye counted the items and found that only two spirit stones and eighty-three spirit sands remained.

But as long as the Silver Scale Flower is cured, it can be sold in the market for eighteen spirit stones!
"Make money, make money, and make more money!" Chen Ye encouraged himself.

What he lacks now is start-up capital!

Seeing the man's energetic appearance, the two apprentices exchanged complicated glances.

Zhiwei stared at the small hand, the lustrous spirit stone emitting a faint glow.

The spirit stone was small, yet it was enough to buy a girl her size.

Chen Ye, I'm starting to not understand you anymore...

Or is this spirit stone just a way to appease himself?

The black-furred ball of fur never hesitated to assume the worst about Chen Ye. She gripped the spirit stone tightly, as if trying to dig it into her flesh.

The intense pain brought a renewed sense of clarity to Lu Zhiwei's eyes.

There was no table inside.

Chen Ye simply laid out the several home-style dishes he had prepared on the ground and beckoned his two apprentices to come and eat:
"What are you standing there for? Come and eat!"

He filled a large bowl with rice; the rice from the cultivation world is truly exceptional.

Although it is not a spirit rice, each grain is plump and translucent, with a fragrant aroma.

Paired with stir-fried beef, it tastes absolutely delicious!
Moreover, he was an orphan since childhood and often cooked for himself, so he had long since developed excellent culinary skills.

A new skill has been added to the proficiency panel: [Master of Culinary Skills: 15/200]

This was unexpected for Chen Ye; he hadn't anticipated that his skills from his previous life could be entered into the panel.

Qingjun rubbed her lower belly, swallowing repeatedly.

That wretched belly of mine!

I ate so much delicious food today, why am I hungry again...?

Lured by the aroma, the little girl slowly moved closer to the food and cautiously glanced at Chen Ye.

Chen Ye gave him an encouraging smile.

Qingjun scooped up a spoonful of rice and glanced at Chen Ye again.

Chen Ye smiled again.

Qingjun picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and glanced at Chen Ye again.

Chen Ye's face was frozen from smiling, but as long as he didn't smile, the little girl didn't dare to move.

Fortunately, after the little girl took a bite of the food, her eyes lit up, and she kept eating from the porcelain bowl, no longer paying attention to him.

Chen Ye couldn't help but smile, a smile that came from the heart this time.

But there's still a big girl who's a problem...

We can't just let him keep grinning like an idiot, can we?

Chen Ye glanced at the gloomy-looking older girl.
He discovered that his eldest disciple was more closed off and more wary than his youngest disciple.

Like a hedgehog with its quills sticking out, it curled up nervously, disguising itself as a cold, thorny stone.

Chen Ye thought for a moment, then walked over to Zhiwei and gently picked her up.

"Master...Master!" The black-furred ball trembled and whispered in fear.

She's so thin, it feels like holding a rag doll when I hug her.

Her petite body was trembling.

Chen Ye sat on the ground with the eldest girl, putting aside the half-eaten meal he had just finished.

He served another bowl and personally fed the older girl.

The black furry ball resisted strongly.

"Ah—open your mouth."

Chen Ye refused to refuse to feed the eldest girl, picking up a piece of food with his chopsticks and feeding it to her lips.

Little Zhiwei, Little Zhiwei, don't you like to be silent and aloof?
Just a moment ago she was crying and sobbing, but in front of her master, she's just a big girl.

The black furry ball hadn't expected Chen Ye to do this, and it kept its lips tightly pressed together, refusing to speak.

Chen Ye said leisurely, "Does Zhiwei need to be coaxed and fed by her master?"

"Goo!"

The little black furball clenched and unclenched its fists repeatedly before hesitantly opening its mouth.

"Good boy/girl, you're growing so fast, how can you not eat?"

After taking a bite, the black fluffy ball was stunned.

How can there be such delicious food in the world!
This is much tastier than the osmanthus cake I had before!

She swallowed reluctantly, licking the rice grains from her lips and savoring them. Then, the next spoonful was fed to her lips.

"Aww."

Without Chen Ye saying anything, the black furry little dumpling opened its little mouth and started eating bite by bite.

Chen Ye breathed a slight sigh of relief.

If Zhiwei still refused to eat, he was truly at his wit's end. The eldest girl was stubborn and wouldn't eat, no matter how he coaxed her.

"Well?"

He had just stopped moving when the black furry ball suddenly glanced at him.

"Oh, Master was just lost in thought."

Chen Ye couldn't help but laugh and quickly continued feeding the black furball.

Ultimately, they're still just kids; when they're hungry, they still want to eat.

The older girl belatedly realized what she was doing, her face flushed red, and she tugged at her fingers, looking very awkward.

Qingjun sighed silently.

My sister is so unlucky! She has to be held and fed by her master.

Fortunately, it wasn't her I was hugging.

The little girl felt a sense of relief, which quickly turned into guilt towards her older sister.

How could she gloat!

……

"Taking care of a child seems pretty good?"

Chen Ye stretched and yawned, thinking of his two apprentices' full bellies, and felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

He told his two apprentices not to run around and gave them the only bed he had.

For the next few days, they would have to cook for themselves.

He plans to go into seclusion to treat the flowers.

As for whether his apprentice would run away, Chen Ye didn't care.

Firstly, the cultivation world is dangerous; even a grown man at the fourth level of Qi Refining wouldn't dare to wander around outside.

In the game, the disciple was forced to poison Chen Ye, and afterwards, he went through countless hardships.

Secondly, if he really ran away, Chen Ye wouldn't care; at worst, he'd just live alone.

Chen Ye, carrying the silver scale flower, went to the general store alone.

The storeroom was incredibly cramped, without even windows, containing only a table and a chair.

The table was piled with miscellaneous items. Upon closer inspection, he discovered a rusty iron sword among them, with a small gold plaque hanging from the hilt, engraved with the words "Peace and Joy."

The gold medal was specially awarded to him by his mother when he was a child.

Touching the gold medal, a mix of emotions—bitterness, sorrow, and longing— welled up in my heart.

Although these are ordinary objects, they have always held an important place in the minds of our predecessors.

Only after his predecessor completely collapsed did he put the gold medal that he always wore around his neck into the storeroom.

"Perhaps you also know that you are no longer the person you used to be."

Chen Ye sighed, wiped the gold medal clean with his sleeve, and hung it back around his neck.

In a daze, the woman's warm hand touched her neck, dispelling the unease and fear in her heart.

He then picked up the rusty iron sword, which was heavy, weighing more than 20 kilograms.

In my memory, this was a defective product that my predecessor bought for one spirit stone when he was young. It was the result of a failed attempt to refine a first-order magic weapon.

At that time, he bid farewell to his parents, roamed the martial world with his sword, and stumbled into the world of cultivation by accident, full of youthful vigor.

Having gathered all the spiritual sand, I purchased an iron sword. The exhilarating feeling of holding the sword in my hand is still vivid in my mind.

After obtaining the Bone-Scraping Whip, the previous incarnation abandoned the Iron Sword.

The youthful passion, like the iron sword, has been sealed away by time.

"That's right, the cultivation world should use swords; using whips would be too strange."

Chen Ye was overjoyed at the sight of his prey, and he picked up the iron sword and waved it wildly until he was soon panting heavily.

I thought I could use the iron sword when I first picked it up, but now that my body is too weak, I can't swing it more than a few times before I'm exhausted.

"Never mind, the Bone-Scraping Whip is the real first-grade low-level magic weapon."

Chen Ye carefully put the iron sword back in his hand, a faint sense of melancholy filling his heart.

Aside from these two items, the rest of the items are mostly discarded items left over from previous practice of spirit plant magic.

For example, broken jade knives, hoes, withered crops, etc.

This small patch of land, measuring only a few feet, bears witness to the countless hours of sweat shed by those who came before.

Everywhere the eye falls evokes emotions.

Chen Ye began to feel lost.

If he inherits another person's identity, social status, memories, emotions, etc.

So who is he?

"Whether I like it or not, I'm no longer separated from this damned bastard." Chen Ye gripped the gold medal around his neck.

With a single thought of enlightenment, your skill proficiency increases by twenty!
[Technique: Evergreen Technique, Minor Success: 40/100]

This is an unexpected surprise...

(End of this chapter)