Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 19 Practicing the Technique!

"Qingjun, your cooking is excellent!" Chen Ye praised with a smile.

The little girl hurriedly put down her bowl and chopsticks, forcing a smile onto her face.

The little hands had nowhere to go, and the child didn't dare to continue eating.

Chen Ye sighed and said, "Keep eating. Your master was just praising you."

Upon hearing this, the little girl silently breathed a sigh of relief.

She picked up the porcelain bowl, which was bigger than her face, and started eating again.

Qingjun's skill in cooking truly exceeded Chen Ye's expectations.

Not good, but not bad either.

But she's just a little girl, and it's already quite remarkable that she could cook so well on her first try.

It's worth noting that she knew almost nothing about cooking, and she had to ask Chen Ye a question every time she did a step.

"As expected of the future world-destroying demoness, Qingjun has been a clever child since childhood."

Chen Ye sighed with emotion, gently holding the older girl and feeding her continuously.

Listening to the two little girls' soft chewing sounds and shallow breathing.

Chen Ye felt a strange sense of security.

But the warmth from the tender body in his arms reminded him...
The big girl he was holding was a real life, a pitiful little black fur ball that evoked pity.

Rather than vague and ethereal game data,
She is not the aloof goddess who looks down upon all living beings in games and animations.

Qingjun seems to have a smaller appetite today.

Her little face was buried in the large porcelain bowl as she ate a few mouthfuls with gusto.

He silently climbed off the chair and went to wash the kitchen utensils.

"Master, I'm full."

The black furry ball suddenly whispered, pursing its lips and refusing to eat anymore.

She wasn't used to talking to Chen Ye.
Even though she was already full, she didn't dare to speak.

If we don't remind him soon, his stomach will burst!

So, being hungry makes you feel uncomfortable, and being full makes you feel uncomfortable too...

Zhiwei once thought that it was impossible for a person to be full no matter what.

Chen Ye glanced at the big girl's round belly and put down his chopsticks.

He casually took out a handkerchief and wiped her little mouth.

It's like taking care of a baby...

Zhiwei turned her head away uncomfortably, but she could not escape Chen Ye's large hand.

This mealtime was an extremely agonizing experience for her; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that each day felt like an eternity.

After Chen Ye finally finished wiping,

The older girl couldn't wait to jump off the chair.

She fled to the kitchen to help Qingjun wash the dishes.

"Hmm? Why does it feel like the young lady is avoiding me? Could it be... that I'm not gentle enough?"

Chen Ye frowned.

However, Zhiwei is really cold.

He and Qingjun had spent several days together and gradually become familiar with each other, and they could talk to each other regularly.

As for Zhiwei, Chen Ye's relationship with her has not progressed at all.

Chen Ye sometimes began to wonder if he had remembered the wrong person.
How could a naive and lively little girl like Qingjun possibly be a world-destroying demon?

Rather, it would be more accurate to say that Zhiwei has more potential to become a femme fatale...

Chen Ye shook his head, stopping his wild thoughts.

"That's all hundreds of years from now. Perhaps it was the hardships and wanderings that turned such a well-behaved child as Qingjun into a demoness."

"Hmph! No matter how aloof a girl is, she will eventually be melted by my passion!"

"Bang bang bang!"

At this time there was a knock on the door.

"Strange, who would reach out to me on their own initiative?"

He put down the bowl he had just picked up, placed his palm on the bone-scraping whip, and cautiously approached the wooden door.

Through the crack in the wooden door, one could see a young female nun standing outside.

She was probably in her early twenties, with delicate features, but looked impatient.

She was wearing a sky-blue Taoist robe, her chest bulging.

He carried a magic sword on his back, and a jade pendant with the words "Lingyin" engraved on it hung from his belt.

These are outer disciples of the Lingyin Sect!
Chen Ye nervously opened the door.
Without saying hello, the female cultivator craned her neck and peered inside a few times. Finding nothing amiss, she then spoke:

"I am Li Qiuyun, a disciple stationed at Yunxi Fang, conducting a routine investigation. Recently, two demonic cultivators have been roaming here. If you have any information about them, please report it. Otherwise, you will be considered accomplices and will be killed!"

Chen Ye's palms were sweating profusely, and he nodded hurriedly, "Understood!"

"Good that you understand. Demonic cultivators are dangerous, prone to madness and rage. I hope you will take care of yourself and not go astray!"

Li Qiuyun was too lazy to go into the Chen family to investigate further. She casually sketched a few lines in her notebook and hurriedly went to the next house.

Chen Ye glanced at it; the booklet was full of names, with some names crossed out in red.

It was probably just a simple statistic of the scattered cultivators in the shantytown. After watching the disciples leave, Chen Ye closed the door.

"A perfunctory approach? It would be a miracle if they caught any demonic cultivators with this. But this disciple may look young, his cultivation level must be quite good. Otherwise, how could he dare to come to the shantytown alone? Those scoundrels, blinded by lust, don't care whether you're a sect disciple or not."

Chen Ye silently complained, but couldn't help clicking his tongue in amazement.

The disciples of this sect are truly exceptional; they are young, beautiful, and have wonderful figures…

bah bah bah.

Chen Ye quickly shook his head to shake off the image of the female cultivator's bulging breasts from his mind.

There was a faint burning sensation inside my body.

This body remained a virgin even in his forties, and once he regained his senses, he could no longer ignore the demands of his body.

Chen Ye washed his face and exchanged a glance with the impoverished man on the water.
He felt inexplicably agitated and carelessly disturbed the reflection.

After doing all this, Chen Ye sat back down in his chair and continued eating his white rice.

The dry rice had no flavor at all.

He picked up another piece of beef.

The beef was cut into very large pieces, only slightly smaller than Qingjun's small fist.

It tastes bland and tasteless.

That girl clearly put in a lot of salt...

"Master, who just came?" Qingjun poked half her head out from the kitchen, her long eyelashes trembling with anxiety.

"We're not here to buy from you; we're here as disciples stationed at the market."

Chen Ye shoveled down a few mouthfuls, gave the little girl a disgruntled look, and then suddenly said...

"Qingjun, do you want a master's wife? Bah, bah, bah, pretend your master didn't say anything."

"Oh……"

Qingjun withdrew her head, but began to think seriously in her heart.

If a kind-hearted master's wife came along, wouldn't that be nice?

No, that would mean good people would be bullied by their master!

But if a wicked teacher's wife comes along, she and her sister will be bullied by the two of them!

So, it's best to avoid the idea of ​​a "master's wife" or anything like that!
Zhiwei, who was washing the dishes, pricked up her ears and listened silently.

Ok……

She does want a master's wife, so Chen Ye won't bother feeding her!
Annoyance flashed in the black furball's eyes as it angrily wrung out the rag and scrubbed the pot vigorously.

She's a little baby!
But it's not a baby!

It has hands and feet! It doesn't need to be held and fed!
……

"When people are well-fed and clothed, they think of lustful desires; the ancients were right. Chen Ye, Chen Ye, how come you're already thinking about finding a wife after barely settling down? At least wait until the late stage of Qi Refining..."

"So what if you were a virgin for over sixty years? Is it really that big of a deal?!"

Chen Ye returned to the general store and picked up the Gengjin Manual he had bought.

Among the Five Elements, Metal is sharp and deadly, representing offense and conquest.

Its fierce and ruthless nature is unparalleled among the Five Elements.

The Gengjin Technique focuses on cultivating a breath of Gengjin Qi.

Condensing Qi with golden Qi, one can break through all laws with the sharpness of Qi.

The first half of the booklet depicts the metal element transforming into a thousand weapons for attack, displaying extraordinary power.

Chen Ye watched with great interest, carefully memorizing each picture.

But after flipping through several pages, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

These are just ordinary paintings; what's the use of memorizing them?

Depend on!
Chen Ye belatedly realized that

These drawings are just for show; they are completely useless!

Chen Ye flipped directly to the second half, where only a few pages contained the secret formulas, but every word was essential.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

No wonder the stall manager judged him by the illustrations in the first half of the incantation; he had deliberately drawn those extra pages to fool people…

Unfortunately, they actually fooled him.

"Qi flows through the Shaoyang meridian, and its energy is stored at the Baihui point."

He muttered the incantation in a low voice, trying to mobilize the meager spiritual energy in his dantian.

The smoky spiritual energy gathered and condensed, transforming into a dim golden point.

Just as a hint of joy appeared on Chen Ye's face, a sharp, knife-like pain suddenly shot through his meridians, causing his hand to tremble.

The golden light vanished instantly.

"The sharp and murderous aura of Geng metal is hidden in the meridians. If one is not careful, it is easy to accidentally injure oneself."

"Practicing this method is almost tantamount to self-torture."

In the quiet storeroom, an oil lamp flickered on and off.

Moonlight peeked through the cracks, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Chen Ye's eyes.

(End of this chapter)