Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 18 Who is the hardest working person? (Please read on!)

He knew the rules of the shantytown all too well.
If they could sneak in and steal ointment yesterday, they'll dare to step on the kang (heated brick bed) and smear their own throats tomorrow.

The people here live like wild dogs; they get all worked up at the slightest smell of oil.

These scoundrels were never the type to settle down and live a peaceful life.

If you're broke, you might as well steal from someone else's house!

But what aroused Chen Ye's suspicion was...

Its predecessor had a notorious reputation in the area; the house was so dilapidated that it was uninhabitable, and the family was extremely poor.

Who would have the time to steal from the home of a lazy cultivator who just loafs around doing nothing?

First, there's nothing of value in the house.

Secondly, the previous person was a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining. If this were discovered, it would be tantamount to making a deadly enemy.

He didn't steal much money, and he also offended a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining for no reason. It was a losing proposition.

"Is it Old Zhang?"

Chen Ye ran his fingertips along the hilt of the iron sword, and the soot clinging to the cloth wrapped around the hilt fell off in a flurry.

Old Zhang couldn't live without smoking; he always had his pipe in his mouth.

It sounds outrageous that someone would smoke while stealing.

But if it's someone like Old Zhang, a scoundrel, then it makes some sense.

In addition,

He happened to offend Master Zhang, who had witnessed Chen Ye's transformation firsthand.

Old Deng probably thought Chen Ye had some kind of extraordinary encounter.

As the saying goes, once you start, you'll start again.

Old Zhang will certainly not be satisfied if he doesn't find the extraordinary encounter he predicted this time!
Chen Ye silently gripped the bone-scraping whip, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

He only wanted a peaceful life, but he also understood that in the world of cultivation, peace was the most precious thing...

Chen Ye took two books from his bosom and placed them on the table, counting the spirit stones.

The silver scale flower brought him considerable profits, earning him eighteen spirit stones.

Even though I spent a lot at the market today, I still have many more spirit stones left than before.

There are a total of fifteen spirit stones and twenty-three spirit sands!

The spirit stones clattered together.
Hearing the pleasant sound, Chen Ye took several deep breaths before his expression calmed down.

Let's not worry the two little girls...

Regardless of his disciple's opinion of him, he was ultimately the head of the family and could not be the first to panic.

With that thought in mind, he walked out of the storeroom.

Before the two girls could rest for even a moment, they were already busy as bees.

Zhiwei carried the grain with great effort and arranged it neatly in the kitchen.

Qingjun squatted behind the stove adding firewood. The stove was stuffed with dried straw, and the flames licked the iron pot, making a crackling sound.

The white fluffy little face was reflected in the sunlight, turning it bright red.

"Master, Qingjun will cook in a bit!"

Did this little girl actually take it seriously?

Chen Ye casually pulled over a small stool and placed it in front of the stove.

Then, under the little girl's anxious gaze, he picked her up and made her stand on the stool.

The little white ball of fluff stood helplessly on the bench, timidly fidgeting with its fingers:

"Teacher...master?"

Chen Ye smiled gently and said, "Master is just waiting for Qingjun's cooking skills so that Master can help you add fuel to the fire."

He sat behind the stove, adding firewood for the little girl.

The little girl was short and had to stand on a stool to struggle to swing the spatula.

But Chen Ye watched with a clear conscience as the little girl huffed and puffed while cooking.

He believes that once a promise is made, it should be kept as much as possible and one should not change it at will.

Only through gradual accumulation can a reliable image be built in their minds.

"Master, how big should the beef be cut?"

Qingjun gripped the knife handle with both of her small hands, struggling with the beef on the cutting board.

After hesitating for a while, she still asked Chen Ye in a low voice.

"About the size of your fist." Chen Ye was full of wicked thoughts.

Upon hearing this, the little girl earnestly made a fist gesture.

Is it that big...?

Gradually, Qingjun seemed to grow bolder.

He would ask every now and then:
"Master, what spices should I add?"

"Master, do we need to add salt?"

"Master..."

At first, Chen Ye was able to answer patiently. But it would have been better if he hadn't answered at all; once he did, the little girl seemed to gain confidence and kept asking Chen Ye a barrage of questions.

But Chen Ye couldn't remain silent. If he did, Qing Jun would think he was being irritated and become uneasy...

Until the very end, Chen Ye's mind was filled with his little apprentice's innocent voice.

Even as he was preparing to eat, Qingjun's question seemed to still echo in his ears.

at this time,

The house had been tidied up neatly by the eldest disciple, and the folding table and chairs that Chen Ye had just bought were set up in the living room.

It barely has a hint of homey feel to it.

Zhiwei was kneeling on Chen Ye's bed, meticulously changing the bedding for him.

Her lips were slightly thin, and her bangs covered most of her eyes, with an extremely calm gaze that occasionally peeked out.

Ignoring the noise from the kitchen, she simply went about her own business.

The little black ball of fur is still young, but it already carries a natural air of aloofness and indifference.

No wonder she's destined to be a transcendent, otherworldly goddess...

It's just a matter of convenience.

Thinking this, Chen Ye's hands began to move uncontrollably.

"Master!"

Zhiwei's usually cool voice panicked once again.

Chen Ye was startled. He didn't know when he had picked up the older girl. She was holding a clean blanket in her arms and stiffly looking up at him with her little face.

cough cough...

It's just a matter of convenience.

Why be so aloof at such a young age?

He didn't want his disciple to become that cold-blooded goddess in the future.

Chen Ye was determined to use his master's love to melt the cold, black fur ball.

"Zhiwei, you've worked hard too."

Chen Ye pretended to be nonchalant and reached out to take the blanket that the older girl was holding.

I must say, the eldest girl was holding on quite tightly.

Chen Ye grabbed the blankets, trying to pull them out, but the older girl instinctively hugged the blankets with both hands and feet.

She tilted her little face up and looked at him stubbornly.

A few wisps of hair fell across her dark pupils, giving her an icy aura that kept strangers at bay.

In novels, the "ice queen" that often appears probably has this kind of temperament, right?
Chen Ye blinked.

But what was clearly in front of him was a skinny, dark-haired girl.

"Be good, listen to your master."

Hearing the man's coaxing tone towards Qingjun, a rare hint of embarrassment and annoyance appeared in the black fur ball's eyes.

Chen Ye continued to do as he pleased, and it took him quite a bit of effort to "take away" the quilt.

He carried the little black ball of fur to the dining table and, as if they were old friends, pressed her down into a chair.

The older girl stood ramrod straight, her small hands resting on her knees, her whole body stiff.

His eyes, hidden beneath his bangs, blinked frequently.

It took her a while to realize that her master was going to feed her?
"..."

The little black fluffy dumpling was starting to regret its actions. If only it had gone to eat that day.

This led Chen Ye to believe that he wouldn't eat unless he was fed.

But now that things have come to this, she is already sitting in a chair.
I can no longer say things like "I will eat on my own"!
Next time, I'll definitely explain in advance!
The busy white fluffy ball of fur shuffled back and forth between the kitchen and the living room.

She brought all the food she had cooked to the table, and for the first time ever, a smile appeared on her little face.

Hehe... cooking seems quite interesting?

Qingjun felt a great sense of accomplishment. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and breathed heavily from exhaustion.

The little girl glanced over casually, then suddenly froze.

Master and Senior Sister...

At once,
Are they already sitting at the table waiting to eat?
Qingjun dared not waste her master's time and quickly climbed back onto the chair.

He secretly sized up the senior sister opposite him.

My senior sister looks very nervous.

In the past, Qingjun thought that her senior sister was very tall and mighty, and that she could block all dangers by standing in front of her.

But when her senior sister was being fed by her master, she discovered that her senior sister was actually very small.

She suddenly gripped the rim of the bowl tightly and ate in silence.

Obviously...

I'm the one who's been working so hard cooking...

(End of this chapter)