Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 48 Tracking
The figure of the man in the straw hat disappeared into the gray snowflakes.

But his words lingered in Chen Ye's mind for a long time.

Is it...

At that time, Gao Ming's other mission was to keep an eye on Tian Feng and find the spiritual plant master who could treat his sickly condition.

But in any case, the art of spiritual plants is ultimately just the art of spiritual plants.

Why would the jade lizard care so much?
To put it simply, the spirit stone income brought to the Stone Mirror Society in the past few days has not exceeded seventy spirit stones.

For independent cultivators, this is a considerable amount.

But for such a large gang, it can only be considered a delicious dessert.

"Master? Shall we eat?"

Only after Tian Feng left did Qing Jun dare to peek out with half her head showing.

She held a large porcelain bowl and looked at her master with curiosity.

Today, Master doesn't seem to be in a very happy mood...

At this time of year, Master would usually be drinking and making dumplings!

The little girl shuddered.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ye shook his head.

He looked up at the gray sky, where leaden clouds hung heavy.

Not counting the day the weather cleared up, it has been going on for twenty days.

"I remember in the game's storyline, the weather would only get colder and colder, especially on the day a True Monarch undergoes his tribulation, when something unusual would happen."

"A market town under a massive disaster can lose its order..."

Chen Ye hurried back to his cultivation room and began to read the "Records of the Territory of Yan State".

This book records the current state of the Yan Kingdom and its geographical features.

He first found Yunxifang.

Yunxifang is one of the very few market towns located within the Three Thousand Mountains.

Deeper still in the Three Thousand Mountains, there once stood a town called Stone Mirror, but it has now been destroyed in the beast tide.

The closest to Yunxifang are Taoshanfang and Yuexihufang.

Even the nearest town, Taoshanfang, is a seven-day journey away, while Yuexifang is an eight-day journey away.

Chen Ye originally wanted to take advantage of the moment and leave Yunxifang as soon as possible.

If he can't afford to offend the Jade Lizard Society, can't he at least escape?

But after looking at the map, he realized he had oversimplified things.

“Yunxi Village is deep in the mountains, and the surrounding area is teeming with demonic beasts. The weather has been unusual lately, and if the demonic beasts were to rampage… even the outer disciples of the Lingyin Sect dare not come to Yunxi Village now.”

"Besides, you can be protected by the Lingyin Sect within the market, but that may not be the case outside. Being alone is fine, but with two children, you'll be too conspicuous."

A tiny golden star appeared on Chen Ye's fingertip, its faint golden light entering his pupils.

Since we can't escape it, let's speed up the settling process!

……

"It made senior laugh..."

Lin Qiongyu's clothes were slightly open, revealing a red scratch on her fair collarbone, a mark left by a cat's claws.

Seeing Chen Ye's gaze sweep over her, she hurriedly covered herself:

“Miwu must be upset that I neglected it last night by making the mushroom soup for the little girl. No wonder it’s like this. Chengjun is usually a blockhead and never plays with Miwu. But let alone Miwu, even I don’t want to say a word to him.”

The young female cultivator, holding the black cat in her arms and carrying a food box in her other hand, pushed it towards Chen Ye.

Chen Ye, oblivious to the young couple's conflict, took the food box.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Lin. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Xue is home today?"

Lin Qiongyu was taken aback upon hearing this: "He's here, he's been here these past few days. What brings you here, Senior?"

Hearing this, Chen Ye felt relieved.

According to Tian Feng, Xue Chengjun was specifically sent to take care of him.

Xue Chengjun was young, but his cultivation level had already reached the fourth level of Qi Refining.

With him around, the Jade Lizard Society wouldn't be able to forcibly take away his apprentice.

Even if Xue Chengjun can't defeat him, he can still alert the Lingyin Sect.

"Well, I would like to ask you two fellow Daoists to look after my disciple for me, as I have some business to attend to today."

Without hesitation, Chen Ye took out a spirit stone and gave it to Lin Qiongyu.

"Absolutely not! This is my duty, it's far too important!"

Lin Qiongyu was startled when she saw the spirit stone and declined repeatedly. Chen Ye smiled and said, "I just need to ask you to take a little extra care, fellow Daoist. I may need to trouble you two again in the future."

Hearing this, Lin Qiongyu hesitated before accepting it.

This senior is indeed very wealthy.

Are you really willing to spend a spirit stone just to show me some kindness?
This one spirit stone is enough to exchange for a hundred spirit sands, enough to sustain a rogue cultivator for more than half a month!
After Chen Ye left,

Xue Chengjun, who had been hiding in the back, finally showed himself.

The young man's words were tinged with reproach: "Qiongyu, you told me not to show my face, so why did you say that about me in front of him? I've always been so kind and attentive to you..."

The young woman sighed softly, tears streaming down her face, "Didn't you offend Senior Chen? Qiongyu had no choice but to play the pitiful card so that the senior would have mercy on her."

When Xue Chengjun hurriedly offered his explanation, she burst into laughter through her tears:

"Of course Qiongyu knows that Chengjun loves me the most, unlike Senior Chen next door, who wouldn't even comfort me when he saw me being scratched by Miwu..."

……

Afterwards, Chen Ye visited Ping Zhuo and obtained the reforged iron sword from him.

They gave him ten spirit stones first, and agreed that the remaining twenty spirit stones would be delivered in twenty days.

The iron sword looks exactly the same as before, but there's a touch of gold on the tip.

When Pingzhuo reforged the iron sword, he used all seven pieces of gold on the blade, making it more menacing than before.

On the water-avoiding street,

A cold wind, carrying fine snow, seeped into the back of Chen Ye's neck, and he raised his hand to press down his straw hat.

As he turned the corner of the alley, he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

The man was hunching his shoulders, stamping his feet, and exhaling white mist.

Upon seeing Chen Ye emerge, he immediately followed behind him.

Chen Ye did not stop walking. After turning two streets, the man was still lingering twenty paces away like a leech.

"Ha...you're not even going to act anymore?"

Chen Ye looked at the man, who grinned with a nonchalant air, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

This person's cultivation level is even stronger than Gao Ming's!
Chen Ye responded with a smile.
He slipped his right hand into his sleeve and made a hand seal, a golden glint appearing and disappearing between his fingers.

He went straight to the free trading area.

Despite the cold weather and snow, the trading area was still full of independent cultivators, and he blended into the crowd.

The man chuckled and followed closely behind: "It's on my way. The roads are slippery in the snow, so I'll give you a ride. Don't be angry, fellow Daoist..."

Before the words were even finished, two golden rays had already torn through the wind and snow.

The hem of the robes of the scattered monks on both sides brushed past.
The man realized something was wrong and was about to perform a hand seal when…

Two sharp gusts of wind brushed past my cheeks, and the snow particles they kicked up stung my eyelids.

Suddenly, a blinding golden light exploded before my eyes!

"Ah! My eyes!"

The man screamed and staggered, his fingers digging deep into his eye sockets, shouting loudly...

"Sir! Someone has attacked me in the street! They've injured both my eyes!"

These words startled the surrounding rogue cultivators, who scattered in a circle and all looked at him.

The blue-robed deacon pushed through the crowd and saw him kneeling in the snow, tears streaming down his face, yet there was not a trace of blood between his fingers.

The deacon frowned: "Who attacked?"

"Look, Deacon!"

The man trembled as he released his grip, but then paused, stunned.

His perfectly intact eyeballs reflected the mocking faces of the crowd, and someone sneered, "What a coward, scared out of his wits by a firefly!"

His eyes were completely unharmed!
"Useless! Don't bother me with your little tricks and disturb my peace!" The blue-robed cultivator turned and left in displeasure.

The surrounding cultivators burst into laughter and dispersed, leaving the old man's face flushed red with excitement.

He was trembling all over, and cold sweat soaked through his cotton collar on the back of his neck.

Only he knew that it was no small trick at all!

It was clearly a spell that could take his life.

It's so fast, it's impossible to defend against!
Even more terrifying was that the person's control was so exquisite that the spell dissipated just a hair's breadth from his pupils!
After this farce,
Looking up, the long street was bustling with people, but the person was no longer in sight.

"Forget it, such a ruthless person is not someone I can afford to mess with. It's good that he's alive..."

Despite the embarrassment, the man felt a great sense of relief.

　There seems to be more description today, so I've added an extra 600 words to make up for it.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)