Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 160 Every Day is Ordinary
"Damn it!"

Wei Cheng could no longer sit still. He slammed his hand on the table and, with several disciples, stormed towards the valley entrance.

My thoughts were in turmoil during the journey.

This person is only a Qi Refining Stage 7 cultivator, how could he possibly withstand a Level 1 formation?
It should be noted that this formation is almost integrated with Linsong Valley, connecting the valley's spiritual veins and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, making it virtually impregnable.

Even Foundation Establishment cultivators can't do anything to it for the time being!

However, Wei Cheng observed that the formation was clearly showing signs of wavering, as if it would be breached at any moment.

When he rushed to the mouth of the valley, the scene before him made his heart sink and his steps falter.

Something is wrong!
He thought Chen Ye was now enraged and was attacking the formation recklessly.

Unexpectedly, the man stood there with his arms crossed, looking completely relaxed and watching.

In front of him, a tall, black-robed cultivator was tirelessly punching the protective array of the valley.

Each punch was powerful and heavy, causing the pale blue light screen to tremble violently, flash with spiritual light, and emit a deafening roar.

"Physical training?!"

One of Wei Cheng's disciples gasped in shock, his eyes wide with horror.

Each punch from this man in black contained a pure, terrifying power capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks!
This is clearly a body refiner with extremely high cultivation!
I'm afraid it would require the ninth level of Qi Refining!

Wei Cheng's hand also trembled.

A cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and also a body cultivator who excels in combat!
With such combat power, even if he doesn't reach the Foundation Establishment stage, I'm afraid very few people could subdue him!

"Fellow Daoist, please stop!"

Wei Cheng's expression changed several times, but he ultimately forced down his anger, cupped his hands to the man in black robes, and spoke in a more polite tone.

"Lin Song Valley belongs to the Lingyin Sect. What is the meaning behind your actions, fellow Daoist? There must be a misunderstanding!"

But the man in black robes ignored him and continued to bombard the formation with punch after punch.

Wei Cheng's face turned ugly. He knew that this person was Chen Ye's companion, and he couldn't really use the Lingyin Sect to pressure him.

After all, nominally, Chen Ye is now the supervisor of Lin Songgu...

Just as Wei Cheng was about to offer another word of persuasion,

But Chen Ye waved his hand and said, "Qingzhi, stop."

Upon hearing this, the black-robed cultivator immediately stopped and stood respectfully behind Chen Ye.

Although this body cultivator did not continue attacking the formation.

But Wei Cheng's heart sank to the bottom immediately.

Just who is this Chen Ye?
Why would a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining listen to him so readily?
The outer disciples of Lin Song Valley, who had originally intended to give the new steward a hard time, huddled behind Steward Wei like quails upon seeing this scene, not daring to utter a word.

Chen Ye then turned to Wei Cheng, whose face was ashen, and with a hint of apology, cupped his hands and said, "Steward Wei, please forgive my rudeness. My unworthy disciple is impatient and possesses superhuman strength, so he doesn't know his own strength. When I arrived at Lin Song Herb Garden to take up my post, I found the formation tightly locked and no one outside the valley. I assumed something had happened in Lin Song Valley, and in my haste, I let him stretch his muscles. My apologies, my apologies."

He was quite satisfied.

Qingzhi's core is a second-tier puppet core, and combined with his limit-breaking level Qi-concealing technique, he indeed made the group of cultivators mistakenly believe that Qingzhi was a cultivator.

Upon hearing Chen Ye's watertight words, Wei Cheng could only suppress his anger.

When Chen Ye arrived at Linsong Valley to take up his post, he found the valley's formation tightly locked and no one outside. Therefore, it was only natural that he would misunderstand the situation.

In addition,

He was actually unwilling to believe that a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining would be a disciple at the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Most likely, it was a guard that Chen Ye found from somewhere, impersonating his disciple.

Wei Cheng took a deep breath, his mind racing, and finally forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace: "I never expected that Deacon Chen would have such a talented disciple. It's alright, it's alright! Since it's a misunderstanding, it's good to clear it up. Deacon Chen has come from afar, please come in quickly, we... have been waiting for you for a long time."

He turned to the side and winked at the disciples behind him who were already terrified. They hurriedly and scrambled to activate the formation.

Seeing his forced composure, Chen Ye sneered inwardly.

His gaze passed over Wei Cheng and landed on the few outer disciples behind him who were trembling with fear:

"Now that I am the newly appointed manager of Lin Song Valley, according to the sect's rules, the authority over this protective array should be handed over to me immediately to prevent any unforeseen circumstances. May I ask which disciple is in charge of this matter?"

His question came suddenly and completely ignored Wei Cheng, who was his "former master," directly throwing the question at the disciples who were already restless.

The disciples were already terrified by Qingzhi's power, and now Chen Ye's "sect rules" had dealt them a blow, leaving them somewhat flustered.

How could these outer disciples understand the conflict between Chen Ye and Steward Wei?

They only know that it is only natural for a new official to hand over power upon taking office.

One of the disciples was so intimidated by Chen Ye's unyielding aura that he subconsciously took out a cyan jade token from his storage bag and stammered, "Deacon Chen... this... this jade token that is the core of the valley protection formation will be kept by this disciple for the time being... After Deacon Tian leaves, please give the jade token to me and the other disciples to take turns controlling it."

"You bastard! Who gave you permission to take that out?!"

Upon seeing this, Wei Cheng's expression changed drastically, and he sternly shouted to stop him.

However, it was too late.

Chen Ye had already calculated the opportunity. He moved slowly, seemingly unhurried, but actually arrived first. The moment the young disciple handed over the jade token, he had already caught it firmly in his hand.

He weighed the jade tablet in his palm before turning to Wei Cheng, whose face had turned a deep purplish-red. He smiled apologetically and said, "Deacon Wei, please calm down. This junior brother is simply being righteous and dutiful. I observe that the spiritual energy in this formation seems to be malfunctioning. After I refine it again, I believe it will be much more stable."

Wei Cheng stared intently at Chen Ye, his teeth clenched so tightly they were grinding, his chest heaving violently, but he couldn't utter a single word.

What could he say?
They say Chen Ye forcibly seized power? But every word he said made sense, and he even cited the sect's rules.

It's all that farmer's fault; when he left, he handed over power to a few hotheads.

If I had known this would happen, I would have disregarded his feelings and forcibly taken away his power.

Thinking of this, Wei Cheng's resentment towards Tian Nong intensified. The fact that Tian Nong would rather be a disciple than give him this position was a great humiliation to him.

It's as if I would use formations to make things difficult for others... cough cough.

"Alright," Chen Ye put the jade token into his storage bag, and then, as if just remembering something, cupped his hands to Wei Cheng. "Thank you for your trouble, Steward Wei. Let's go. Please show us the way and explain the situation inside the valley."

At this moment, the balance of power between the host and the guest has been reversed.

Wei Cheng felt a surge of blood rush to his head, almost causing him to have an attack on the spot.

But he held back in the end, squeezing out a single word through gritted teeth:

"……please."

……

"Let me guess which little girl said her master is useless, unable to even enter her own territory?"

Chen Ye tossed the jade pendant in his hand with a smile, his words tinged with questions, but his gaze kept sweeping over the short, white fur ball.

The white fluffy ball kept scratching its head and tugging at its fingers, seemingly very busy, so busy that it couldn't hear what its master was saying.

Until the master coughed coldly.

Xiao Qingjun immediately stood at attention: "Master, Qingjun is wrong again!"

Chen Ye's face hardened: "It's good that you know you're wrong! Will you dare to give your master a hard time again?"

"I won't dare..."

The little girl responded with a pitiful look, but as her master turned away, she made a funny face at his shadow.

Slightly,
She's daring!

I wouldn't dare; what kind of apprentice would I be?

As an apprentice, you must find opportunities to bully your master!

Suppressing his humiliation and anger, Wei Cheng led Chen Ye and his group into the Linsong Herb Garden.

He originally intended to give Chen Ye a real show of force on his first day in office, to let him know whose territory Lin Song Valley really was.

Unexpectedly, the opponent not only did not play by the rules, but also brought an unfathomable "disciple" who, with just a few words, completely neutralized his arrangements and even turned the tables, seizing control of the valley protection formation.

"Not to be underestimated..."

Now, Wei Cheng was already somewhat wary of Chen Ye.

He even considered simply letting it go and letting him take the manager's position.

just,

He knew the principle of avoiding direct confrontation, but the thought of having his ten-year-long managerial position snatched away by someone else still filled him with resentment.

"Deacon Chen, please look!" Wei Cheng forced a warm smile and led Chen Ye and his group to a garden within a garden, which was shrouded in an independent array and had the richest spiritual energy.

"This is the most prized garden of my Lin Song Valley, the Glowing Garden! The Glazed Flower Tea produced here is a special supply reserved for the sect's high-ranking members! Look at its quality and growth; even after the frost, it remains completely unharmed! It's all thanks to our meticulous care day and night!"

"Glass flower tea?"

The little girl, forgetting to make faces at her master's shadow, peeked out from behind his waist and stared at the flower field, immediately startled.

What beautiful flower tea!

It smells so good!

"Master, will Qingjun be able to drink glass flower tea from now on?" she couldn't help but ask.

Before Chen Ye could speak, Deacon Wei smiled kindly and said, "It's best not to drink it. However, if you secretly pick some before your master notices, no one will find out... Haha, I was just joking, don't take it seriously."

The other outer disciples exchanged glances, immediately understanding Steward Wei's intentions.

These glass flower teas can only produce one leaf from one flower.

The Xiaguang Garden has thirty-three Camellia japonica trees, and the tea leaves produced each year are also thirty-three leaves, which is a fixed quantity.

If even one leaf is missing...

Just as Deacon Wei was grinning from ear to ear,
The silver-haired girl wrinkled her delicate nose and looked at Steward Wei as if he were an idiot: "Old man, are you trying to lure Qingjun into stealing the fruit?"

"Uh……"

Deacon Wei's smile froze, and he flew into a rage.

It's one thing for Chen Ye to bully him, but this little girl dares to bully him too?
"Is Qingjun a child, or is the old man a child...? Qingjun wouldn't stoop to such childish tricks."

With her master backing her up, the little girl wasn't afraid at all and looked at Steward Wei with disdain.

She's not stupid.

Being foolish in front of your master is something you can't help!
If she's too smart, her master will be afraid...

Qingjun is a wise man who knows how to bide his time and accumulate strength!
Chen Ye patted Qingjun's head and stood in front of her, smiling, "Qingjun, don't talk nonsense! Although Steward Wei is highly respected and probably wouldn't hold a grudge against a girl, you still need to be polite..."

Deacon Wei's breath hitched, and he struggled to exhale.

We can't really get angry over an eight or nine-year-old child, can we?

Moreover, having one's filth exposed by a young girl.

How can he possibly have the nerve to continue arguing?

With a sullen face, he continued to introduce Chen Ye stiffly.

Linsong Valley is divided into three different types of medicinal herb fields.

The most common type is the ordinary medicinal field that grows a large number of first-grade low-level spiritual plants. These plants have a large yield and continuously supply the herbal pavilions in Yunxifang and Taoshanfang. Although they are not high-grade, they are abundant and are an important cornerstone for maintaining the sect's influence in the outer markets.

Secondly, based on the unique geological features and environment of Linsong Valley, a small number of rare first-grade mid-to-high-grade spiritual plants are carefully cultivated. These medicinal fields are exclusively supplied to alchemists within the sect and are indispensable materials for many high-grade pills.

However, although the first two types of medicinal fields play a key role in the development of Lingyin Sect, their importance is far less than that of the Xiaguang Garden mentioned by Steward Wei!
The plants grown in these medicinal fields cannot be used for alchemy or healing; their only use is their elegant taste and beautiful appearance…

Listening to Wei Cheng's introduction, and looking at this object of pleasure being treated like an emperor, Chen Ye exclaimed in admiration:

"As expected of Steward Wei, you have worked hard and made great contributions. You have taken such good care of this Glowing Garden. I'm sure the elders of the sect will be very pleased."

"I wonder how those medicinal fields supplying the Herbal Pavilion and alchemists are doing? With Steward Wei taking such good care of them, the losses must not be too great, right?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Cheng forced a hint of shame onto his stiff old face: "There's nothing we can do. Human strength is truly limited. But fortunately, with Steward Chen here, these medicinal fields should be safe from now on."

He led Chen Ye around the rosy garden and into another area.

The scene before me was completely different from the vibrant life I had just witnessed.

Large swathes of medicinal plant fields had yellowed leaves, their spiritual energy waning, and some plants had even died completely.

Deacon Wei cupped his hands and said, "From now on, I entrust Lin Song Valley to Deacon Chen! After all, you are the supervisor, and how to manage Lin Song Valley is entirely up to you..."

After saying that, he led his disciples away.

Chen Ye shook his head repeatedly as he looked at his hypocritical demeanor.

But it left him with a mess...

"Master, this place is so dilapidated!"

As soon as Wei Cheng left, Qingjun could no longer hold back. Looking at the vast expanse of withered and yellow medicinal fields before her, her little face was full of disgust. "It's even more dilapidated than our old home in Yunxifang! And it stinks!"

Zhiwei walked around the nearest medicinal field. She squatted down, picked up a withered spiritual herb, and pondered, "Master, the damage to the spiritual plants here is not just due to natural disasters... From what I can see, it must be because after the cold disaster, in order to ensure the vitality of the Xia Guang Garden, Steward Wei and others used an array to concentrate the soil power of Lin Song Valley into the Xia Guang Garden, resulting in insufficient soil power here and damage to the spiritual plants."

Chen Ye nodded, Zhiwei had hit the nail on the head and pointed out the crux of the problem.

This is actually one of the reasons why Tian Nong chose him to be the manager of Rin Matsutani.

During the Spirit Plant Master assessment, his cloud and rain techniques contained hidden vitality, which was perfect for nourishing the soil.

"Well, after all, this is a lucrative position. If it weren't so tricky, it wouldn't have fallen into Master's lap." Chen Ye took it in stride.

There's plenty of time ahead; he might stay here for another six months to a year, so there's no rush.

"Master, what should we do now?"

Qingjun tugged at his sleeve, and the girl sighed.
"With such a large medicinal herb garden, if they don't help us, how long would it take the three of us to get there?"

Lin Song Valley originally had eight outer disciples as helpers, but it is now clear that all eight disciples obey Steward Wei's orders and will most likely outwardly comply but inwardly disobey.

Fortunately, since Tian Nong had appointed him as the manager of Lin Song Valley, and since Tian Nong himself did not have a good relationship with Steward Wei, he had considered these issues in advance and suggested that Chen Ye could find another helper.

As for their salaries, the sect will cover them.

Although Linsong Valley was previously a sect's territory where outsiders were not allowed to enter, in this extraordinary time, extraordinary measures can naturally be taken.

"Who said there were only the three of us?"

Chen Ye smiled slightly, squatted down, and patted his two disciples on the shoulders.

"I have decided to find some helpers to help us manage this medicinal herb garden."

"Help?" Qingjun and Zhiwei were both taken aback.

"Exactly."

Chen Ye nodded and began to explain in detail.
"Afterwards, Master can have Granny Li and her family come over, they can keep you company... Although they don't know any spirit plant magic, they can handle some chores with ease. As for spirit plants, you can find the fruit farmers in Peach Mountain Village."

The little girl's eyes lit up: "Grandma Li!! And Yuanyuan! Qingjun hasn't seen them in so long!"

The older girl pondered for a moment: "But... Master, the situation at Lin Song Medicinal Herb Garden is tricky. Can these fruit farmers handle it?"

"Why not?"

Chen Ye stood up, gazing at the medicinal herb garden before him, now in dire need of restoration, and at the distant, rolling Three Thousand Mountains.
“Zhiwei… In fact, the world is just a huge makeshift stage. Many things that seem lofty can actually be done by ordinary people. Although these fruit farmers are independent cultivators, their spiritual plant cultivation is their way of making a living. They have practiced it for most of their lives. How could they be inferior to these eight outer disciples? Besides, they have their master with them.”

"Master, you'll handle the tricky problems. The rest are up to you and them."

The master's words were very ordinary and not remarkable at all.

Today is just another ordinary day.

As the sun sets, the sacred fields wither and droop.

The weather was hot and humid, and my clothes were damp with a thin layer of sweat.

The master stood before the spiritual field, gazing at the distant Three Thousand Mountains. His calm voice seemed to come from another world.

As Zhiwei looked up at her master's tall back, she suddenly felt a strange, indescribable feeling.

like……

As long as Master is here, nothing is a big deal.

"Great! Let's leave everything to Qingjun!"

Qingjun cupped her hands into a megaphone shape and shouted at Lingtian with high spirits.

Master hurriedly tapped Qingjun on the head, feigning seriousness: "Hmph, Qingjun, the matter is accomplished in secret! Let's not let that old man Wei know!"

Qingjun was stunned: "Oh no! Qingjun won't let Master's plan be exposed, will she?!"

Zhiwei chuckled, her dark eyes filled with a gentle smile.

Every day is ordinary, yet these ordinary days are extraordinary.

(End of this chapter)