Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 13 Success!

Time flies by unnoticed, and five days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the cramped storeroom, the oil lamp wick had burned down to just the last bit.

In the dim candlelight, Chen Ye's face looked increasingly haggard, his eyes bloodshot, yet he dared not relax for a moment, focusing all his attention on the spiritual herb before him.

The little girl who delivered the food came and went, then came again.

Gradually, Qingjun, who was initially fearful and uneasy, became familiar with delivering meals to Chen Ye.

The little head, which had been hanging down, would occasionally lift up and curiously look at its busy master.

Although her master's appearance was even more terrifying, Qingjun found him more pleasing to the eye than before when she saw him carefully tending to the spiritual herbs.

It's been so long since I've seen a master like this...

The little girl was even perceptive; seeing that Chen Ye hadn't eaten enough, she offered to add more rice for him, much to Chen Ye's delight.

Seeing that her master was happy because of her, the little girl became especially shy.

In the days that followed, Zhiwei was the one who cooked most of the meals.

Zhiwei's skills were not bad, but they were far inferior to Chenye's, which made Qingjun often miss her master's skills.

Inside the storeroom.

Chen Ye used the three spells in turn countless times. When the sun rose for the fifth time, the Silver Scale Flower finally bloomed with pure silver patterns, and the veins of its leaves shimmered with a moon-like halo.

"It's done! I'm done!"

Chen Ye slumped down amidst the mess and laughed wildly. Due to prolonged contact with the Silver Scale Flower, his right hand had been corroded by demonic energy and turned bluish-gray.

But he didn't care about any of that at the moment.

The silver scale flower slowly unfurled its leaves in his palm, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the thatched roof, cutting out dappled patterns of light on the silvery petals.

This scene was absolutely stunning.

Chen Ye would never forget this moment; he was so engrossed in watching it that he almost forgot the passage of time.

Chen Ye had poured so much effort into this spiritual flower that he was almost reluctant to sell it.

"The control panel!" Chen Ye thought to himself.

Name: Chen Ye

【Shouyuan: 40/72】

[Spiritual roots: gold, wood, water, fire, earth]

[Realm: Qi Training Level 4]

[Technique: Evergreen Technique Mastery: 10/200]

【技能：去疾刀诀圆满：100/400；刮骨鞭小成：30/100；厨艺大成：15/200；催生法小成：60/100，云雨术小成：60/100】

Chen Ye's gaze was fixed on his lifespan. After consuming the Qi-restoring pills over the past five days, he could only recover his spiritual power by circulating his cultivation techniques.

Although actively using the cultivation technique restores less spiritual energy, the proficiency gained is far greater than that gained passively.

The Evergreen Skill was already quite close to perfection.

In just five days, he directly broke through to the Great Perfection of the Evergreen Skill.

His lifespan increased more than he expected, by a full ten years!

"The sword hanging over my head is finally gone. Thirty years of lifespan is enough for me to slowly cultivate."

With the pressure on Chen Ye reduced, he couldn't help but feel anxious, as he originally only had twenty-two years left to live.

Aside from the cultivation technique, the proficiency of other skills also improved significantly after five days of frantic practice.

In particular, the three arts of spiritual plants will soon reach mastery.

In a few days, Chen Ye will be able to openly and legitimately call himself a spiritual plant master.

At that time, everyone in Yunxifang will be considered a respectable person!

Chen Ye looked at the vibrant silver scale flowers on the table, and the more he looked, the happier he became.

Fortunately, the Swift Blade Technique is a specialized skill for dealing with demonic energy, and after advancing to perfection, the Silver Scale Flower was successfully cured without any major incidents.

That's eighteen spirit stones!

He couldn't resist kissing the leaf, then leaned back in his chair with a smile on his face and fell into a deep sleep.

Now, there's finally something to look forward to.

He had been under immense pressure to survive for so long, and only now did he truly possess the means to establish himself in this world.

Qingjun clung to the door frame, peeking her little head into the storeroom.

In the dimly lit room, the man lay back in a chair, his eyes closed and his body motionless.

On the table was a silver flower, radiating a faint silver glow, which fell on the man's face.

His face was pale, lacking color, as if he hadn't seen the sun in a long time, and he had an unshaven beard.

Just like... just like the corpses on the roadside in the shantytown!
The little girl cried out in alarm, "Sister, sister! Master seems to be dead!"

Her expression was a mixture of joy and sorrow.

The master was indeed very bad to them, but as long as the master was around, the old man next door only dared to talk nonsense and didn't dare to really bully them.

If Master is gone...

It's possible that it's not just some old geezers who want to bully them!

Qingjun remembers clearly that there used to be a young father and daughter living next door, but after the father was killed in a fight with someone, the daughter was bullied by people in the shantytown.

Among them was Old Zhang!

In the end, it was Old Zhang who bullied the neighbor's daughter to death!
At that time, Qingjun was so frightened that she would curl up under the table in the storeroom every day and sleep with her master's iron sword in her arms.

As for his master, he was always indifferent to women and completely unconcerned about the tragic events next door, neither participating nor stopping them.

"elder sister?"

Having received no response for a long time, Qingjun looked at the eldest girl with concern.

The elder sister's expression remained unchanged, still calm: "Qingjun, don't be afraid. Even if he dies, your sister will protect you."

She tiptoed to the door of the storeroom and peeked inside.

Seeing the man sleeping soundly in the chair, Zhiwei was both amused and exasperated. She poked Qingjun's head with her finger and said, "Idiot, Master is asleep!"

Qingjun stared in surprise, strained her ears to listen carefully, and indeed heard the man's snoring getting louder and louder.

Hearing the snoring, Qingjun felt a strange sense of security.

Before Qingjun could even breathe a sigh of relief, she heard her sister whisper again:
"What do you think... we should kill him now?"

Qingjun was startled. Her sister's face was icy cold, and her whole body exuded a sinister aura.

How could Qingjun not hate her master?

Last time, she almost forced her master to drink poisoned tea.

But that time, he was driven to the brink and had no other choice but to poison his master.

But the situation is different now.

"but--"

The two girls suddenly spoke in unison.

Qingjun chuckled: "Sister, you go first."

Zhiwei rubbed the little girl's head: "But Master is a cultivator, and now his injuries have healed. Without the poison, it will be difficult to kill him. Besides, we are still too young, we need... we need Master."

Qingjun nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, yes! That's what Qingjun thinks too. As long as Master doesn't betray us, Qingjun can endure it."

After making up their minds, the two girls both inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

The older girl's gaze was unfocused as she looked at the man's unconscious face: "But what evil scheme is Master plotting this time..."

The little girl's mood also dropped. She touched her full belly and pouted.

This time, their master was too kind to them, so kind that the two girls were filled with anxiety.

Chen Ye, who was asleep, had no idea that his two disciples had almost betrayed their master and destroyed their ancestral home.

He had barely rested for the past five days. Exhausted, he let down his guard and slept soundly for the next day.

When I woke up, my first thought was to look at the silver scale flower on the table.

The leaves are lush and green, with a silvery sheen.

Just by looking at it, you can feel the extraordinary nature of this magical flower.

"Beautiful, so beautiful!" Chen Ye leaned on the table, bending down to carefully admire the spirit flower, becoming more and more satisfied with the sight.

(End of this chapter)