Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 121 Flying Sword Teases Child, Green Prince's Hoof

The next day.

Chen Ye's consciousness was just beginning to take shape, and his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

This is a completely new perception, as if in addition to the original five senses, there is an additional pair of invisible eyes and tentacles, which can perceive subtle changes in the surrounding environment and even "see" the flow of spiritual energy.

He had intended to give it a good test last night, but he was too exhausted from cultivation and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

He arrived in the courtyard, where it was already broad daylight, and his two disciples were chasing and playing.

"Master!"

Qingjun, with her sharp eyes, was the first to spot Chen Ye.

The little girl shuffled on her toes, looking at Chen Ye with disdain.

"Master, you got up so late today! Master is such a lazy pig!"

soy Mujer.

Without saying a word, Chen Ye went up and punched the little girl twice, making her eyes fill with tears, before letting go.

This child really needs to be disciplined; he can't turn into someone like Bai Susu.

After gently tapping Qingjun, Chen Ye felt refreshed.

If they can't teach Bai Susu a lesson, can't they at least teach Qing Jun a lesson?

"Waaah..." A white fluffy ball angrily scratched its head.

"Master...you...you've broken through again?"

The older girl pursed her lips, looking both downcast and happy.

She had only broken through to the second level of Qi Refining, but her master had already broken through to the late stage of Qi Refining!
At this rate, I wonder when I'll be able to surpass my master...

Chen Ye hadn't expected the eldest girl to be so perceptive.

His Qi Concealment Technique is already perfected, making it virtually impossible for any cultivator in the Qi Refining stage to perceive his true strength.

As for Foundation Establishment cultivators, unless they specifically investigate, their cultivation level changes cannot be detected by sight alone.

Chen Ye nodded to Zhiwei before saying, "I had some insights last night, and I'll try out this new technique today."

With a thought, his consciousness surged like a tide toward the iron sword on his back.

The iron sword that had been with him for a long time and weighed a hundred pounds now emitted a faint hum under the influence of his divine sense.

"rise!"

Chen Ye let out a low shout and activated his divine sense with all his might.

With a clang, the iron sword flew off his back and easily floated into the air!
Neither of his two disciples had ever seen Chen Ye fly on a sword before, so they stared at him intently.

Qingjun rubbed her head and stared wide-eyed, "Eh? Master has become an immortal too?"

Chen Ye stroked his chin inscrutably:

"Yes, once Qingjun is fattened up, Master can string her up with a flying sword and turn her into a barbecue doll with a thought!"

"Oh!" The little girl was terrified.

Chen Ye was equally excited.

Previously, he had forcibly bound the iron sword with spiritual power.

Now, it is controlled by divine thought.

The differences between the two are very large.

The former merely uses spiritual power to replace the arm and cannot be considered a true flying sword at all.

The latter, however, was as easy to use as an extension of his own arm, and could be considered Chen Ye's third hand.

Unfortunately, the iron sword is only a first-tier magic weapon, lacking spirituality and requiring a great deal of divine sense.

Just as one can flexibly control their arm, if the arm itself is a heavy piece of iron rather than flesh and blood, then moving it will naturally be much more strenuous and difficult to sustain.

Chen Ye's mind stirred again, and he tried to use his divine sense to guide the iron sword closer to his feet.

The iron sword trembled slightly, then obediently descended slowly, hovering a few inches from his feet.

He took a deep breath and carefully stepped onto it.

The iron sword weighed a hundred pounds, and now, bearing the weight of one person, it was even heavier.

Chen Ye felt a slight weight beneath his feet, and his spiritual energy was rapidly depleting.

But it still managed to take off smoothly and wobbled, circling once in the courtyard.

Chen Ye was somewhat disappointed. It seemed that if he wanted to be like those true sword immortals, flying a thousand miles on his sword and seeing all the flowers of Chang'an in a single day, he could forget about it without the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment stage.

The spiritual sense and power of someone in the Qi Refining stage are ultimately too weak; at most, they can only support short-range flight.

"Master! Master! We're flying!"

Upon seeing this, Qingjun had already forgotten the grudge of being hit on the head earlier, and jumped and danced excitedly.

"Master! Qingjun wants to fly too! Qingjun wants to fly like an immortal!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Ye gave a wry smile.

He struggled so much to wield the iron sword himself, let alone carry two children.

Although his spiritual sense was indeed superior to that of cultivators of the same level, the flying sword weighed a hundred pounds, plus two girls weighing fifty pounds each, making the flight far more difficult than for ordinary people.

But looking at his disciple's expectant little face, he couldn't bear to refuse him outright.

"Alright, today I will show you what it's like to fly on a sword. However, you can only take a short ride around the courtyard, so please don't complain."

Chen Ye pretended to be relaxed as he spoke, but in his heart he was secretly assessing the limits of his spiritual power and divine sense.

"Yay! Master isn't a lazy pig, Master is a good master!" Qingjun cheered.

Chen Ye landed and gestured for her to stand in front of him.

Subsequently, Chen Ye naturally did not forget the eldest girl.

He easily lifted the older girl and had her stand behind him.

"Rise!" Chen Ye shouted again, sweat already glistening on his forehead.

The iron sword emitted a groan of strain as it circled more slowly than before within the small courtyard of Rakuri-in.

Even so, Qingjun was still terrified and screamed repeatedly, "Master, put me down! Qingjun doesn't want to play anymore!"

Hearing the little girl's frightened voice, Chen Ye became even more energetic.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips. Instead of landing, he deliberately tilted the iron sword slightly. "Ah!"

Qingjun turned pale with fright, clinging tightly to Chen Ye's leg with her tiny hands, her whole body pressed against his.
"Master! Master! We're going to fall! Waaaaah... Qingjun will never call Master a lazy pig again!"

Chen Ye feigned seriousness:

"Oh? Weren't you just shouting that you wanted to be an immortal? That's how immortals fly. Qingjun, you don't have the guts to be an immortal."

Zhiwei, standing behind Chen Ye, didn't change her expression; she just tightened her grip on Chen Ye's sleeve.

But she raised her little face and glanced at her master's profile, seeing the playful smile on his lips.

She immediately realized that her master was deliberately teasing her junior sister.

"Master is bad! Master is a big bad guy! Waaah... Put Qingjun down quickly, or when Qingjun grows up, she will lock Master up! Lock him up in a place where no one knows!" Qingjun started talking nonsense with a sob in her voice.

Good guy.

Chen Ye knew the little girl had ill intentions, so he quickly gathered his spiritual power and bounced around the Luoli Courtyard: "Master will only let you down when you realize your mistake!"

"Wow--!"

Qingjun cried even harder, burying her little head in Chen Ye's arms.

"Master, I was wrong! Qingjun will never spit into your snacks again! I will never step on your face while you're sleeping again!"

The little girl was so scared that she revealed all her little secrets.

The more frank Qingjun was, the darker Chen Ye's face became.

He originally just wanted to tease this outspoken girl, but he didn't expect it to bring out so many of her hidden thoughts and pranks.

"You're something else, Xu Qingjun!"

Chen Ye was so angry he gritted his teeth, but he deliberately made the iron sword in his hand shake even more violently.
"You dare spit in Master's snack? You dare step on Master's face while Master is sleeping? You're asking for trouble!"

"Master, spare me! Qingjun will never dare to do it again! Qingjun will make lots and lots of delicious food for Master from now on! Whatever Master wants to eat, Qingjun will make it!"

The little white ball of fur completely panicked, forgetting all its harsh words, and only knew how to beg for mercy, its little body trembling like a leaf in the wind.

Chen Ye knew when to stop; he hadn't expected Qing Jun to be so timid...

He slowly controlled the iron sword to bring it down smoothly.

The moment her feet touched the ground, Qingjun scrambled off the sword like a startled rabbit, hiding behind Zhiwei. Only her teary phoenix eyes were visible as she warily watched Chen Ye, her little mouth pouting in grievance.

"Does Qingjun still stand by what she said?" Chen Ye's face darkened.

"It's...it's a fact." The little girl didn't dare to argue.

"Then Master will have to eat Qingjun... Let's start with Qingjun's baby trotters."

Chen Ye glanced at Qingjun's little feet,

"Who gave you permission to step on your master?"

When Qingjun heard that her master was going to start eating from her "baby feet", she was so frightened that she instinctively hid her little feet behind her.

The white-haired girl pouted, her phoenix eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Chen Ye, and muttered softly, "Master is bad... Qingjun's feet don't taste good at all..."

Chen Ye saw her pitiful yet slightly stubborn appearance.

He found it even more amusing, but deliberately kept a straight face and walked closer to her step by step: "Oh? Not tasty? Master doesn't believe me. Master has to taste it himself to know. Quick, take off your shoes and socks so Master can have a good look. Should we start with the left foot or the right foot?"

He made a gesture as if to reach out and grab Qingjun's small feet.

Startled, Qingjun shrank back and hid behind Zhiwei, peeking out only her small head as she nervously looked at Chen Ye: "Master... Master, Qingjun's feet smell terrible! And... and I haven't washed my feet today!"

Zhiwei felt her junior sister trembling behind her and sighed helplessly.

She reached out and gently patted Qingjun's shoulder to reassure her, then raised her cool eyes to look at Chen Ye and said calmly, "Master, don't frighten Qingjun anymore."

Chen Ye raised an eyebrow. This eldest disciple was starting to act more and more like his senior sister.

He cleared his throat and said to Qingjun, "Since Zhiwei has pleaded for you, I will spare your little feet for now. However..."

He changed the subject, a hint of mockery in his voice: "The score for stepping on Master's face hasn't been settled yet! Tell me, what should your punishment be?"

Qingjun's eyes darted around, and seeing that her master didn't seem to really intend to "eat" her, she became bolder.

She peeked out from behind Zhiwei and tentatively asked, "Then... then, Qingjun, could you massage Master's legs? Or rub his shoulders? Or... or could you give Master all the osmanthus cakes you've been hiding?"

"Hmph, do I look like someone who needs your few pieces of osmanthus cake?" Chen Ye said, feigning anger.

"Then..." Qingjun bit her finger, as if she had made up her mind. With a determined look on her face, she actually began to slowly take off her little cloth shoes.

Chen Ye and Zhiwei were both stunned.

"Qingjun, what are you doing?" Chen Ye was both amused and exasperated.

Qingjun had already taken off one shoe, revealing her fair and tender little feet.

Perhaps because the food has improved recently, the little girl's feet have gained some weight and are no longer as thin as before.

The five tiny toes are round and cute, like a row of freshly shelled white jade peanuts.

She neatly laid out the small cloth shoes she had taken off on the ground, and then began to untie the shoelaces of the other shoe, muttering to herself as she did so:
"Master wants to eat... Qingjun... Qingjun will give it to Master... But Master can only lick it... Qingjun is afraid of pain..."

By the end, her voice was trembling with tears, and glistening tears welled up in her eyes.

"puff--"

Zhiwei finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She walked to Qingjun's side, picked up the small cloth shoes from the ground, gently patted off the dust, and helped Qingjun put the shoes back on, saying softly:
"Alright, junior sister, Master was just teasing you. He won't really eat you."

Chen Ye couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "Silly girl, how could your master really eat it? Your master just wants to see how many mischievous ideas are hidden in your little head!"

However, Qingjun still needs to work on her courage.

Chen Ye's actions today were more about testing Qing Jun's courage.

If you're so afraid of even low-altitude flight, how will you ever fly on a sword again, or fight enemies?
"hateful……"

Qingjun gritted her teeth inwardly, while the girl was furious.

Master likes to joke, right?

If I achieve mastery in my cultivation, I'll stuff it into their mouths whether they want to eat it or not!
My master stinks!

If you hold a grudge, it'll be revenge number two!

There are only three things to do!

　Thank you for the 3000 coins reward from the person who didn't know what name to choose and had to just give a random one!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)