Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 61 Teaching Children to Cultivate

Zhiwei nestled stiffly in Chen Ye's arms, her cheeks burning hot.

Master... why is he hugging me again?
And it happened right in front of Qingjun!

She playfully punched Chen Ye's chest with her small fist, the force light and almost like a spoiled child.

"Master, let go!"

snort!
Is this ungrateful eldest disciple starting to dislike his master again?

Chen Ye looked down at his eldest disciple, who was bristling with anger, and teased him deliberately:
"Oh? Master isn't going to carry me? Are you going to make Zhiwei walk back by herself? The snow outside is so deep, what if Zhiwei falls and Master can't find her!"

The older girl took a deep breath, knowing that resistance was futile.

With a stern, aloof expression, she sat coldly on Chen Ye's arm, not uttering a word.

"Are you angry?" Chen Ye panicked a little.

The little black ball of fur puffed up its cheeks, crossed its arms, turned its face away coldly, and remained silent.

Ok……

Seeing this, Chen Ye felt relieved.

"elder sister!"

Qingjun was horrified. Poor sister!
If it were her, she would feel completely out of place!

Chen Ye laughed heartily, freeing one hand to pull Qing Jun into his arms as well: "Master, I won't be biased!"

"Woo!"

Qingjun's ahoge (cowlick) stood up, seemingly emitting a joyful lament.

Chen Ye, with a soft little dumpling in each arm, strode home.

In his arms, the two little bundles of joy exchanged a knowing glance.

Chen Ye (Master) hasn't changed at all; he's still as shameless as ever!
but……

He seemed much more relaxed tonight than before.

……

In the cold wind, Lin Qiongyu stared at this scene in a daze.

Senior Chen, are you truly... heartless?

It's clearly the same question as before.

But at this point, the meaning is quite different.

The three of them, master and disciples, returned home in high spirits.

She stood alone on Bishui Street...

Just then, Xue Chengjun approached with a face full of enthusiasm:
"Qiongyu, you're back. How was today? I heard that a big shot from the Jade Lizard Society specifically requested your company!"

Despite this, the young male cultivator's gaze carried a hint of probing.

Seeing that Lin Qiongyu was in a normal state, he breathed a faint sigh of relief.

Lin Qiongyu caught a glimpse of his behavior and felt a nameless anger rise within her.

Her trip was undeniably dangerous, yet Xue Chengjun showed absolutely no concern.

What he cared about most was whether she had lost her virginity.

Lin Qiongyu raised her eyebrows and said coldly, "Whether it goes smoothly or not is none of your business! Stop making a racket!"

Xue Chengjun's smile froze, but he dared not refute it and could only awkwardly retreat to the side.

After venting his anger,

Lin Qiongyu forcibly suppressed her displeasure and said softly, "Chengjun... I'm not in a good mood today, please don't take offense."

"I understand! Otherwise, how could Qiongyu bear to scold me..."

Lin Qiongyu sneered inwardly. If it weren't for the fact that this person still had some use, she wouldn't even bother to be perfunctory.

Considering Xue Chengjun's impulsive and easily angered nature, if he knew that Senior Chen was the "rogue" he had injured back then, and was now demanding a hundred spirit stones.

He would inevitably be enraged and threaten Chen Ye's two precious disciples... the consequences would be unimaginable. Clearly, it was Xue Chengjun who acted on his own initiative.

Lin Qiongyu sighed softly, choosing to keep it a secret for the time being, and went straight back to her dormitory.

"Squeak-"

The door was closed, shutting out the noise from the outside world.

The room was dimly lit, and the bronze mirror reflected her slightly haggard yet still beautiful face.

She casually removed her hairpin, and her cascading black hair slid down her shoulders, adding to her delicate and charming appearance.

The female cultivator bit the end of the ebony pen, looking at a letter from home spread out on the table, her brows furrowed.

The letter was sent by family members far away in Taoshanfang. The handwriting was delicate, yet it conveyed anxiety:
"My dearest Yu'er, it is as if we are meeting in person upon receiving this letter... Your sister's cough has recently worsened, and she is coughing up blood incessantly. The doctors in the village are at a loss, saying that she needs to be nourished with spiritual medicine, but our family is in dire straits and it is difficult to afford it... I heard that you have recently gained a connection with the immortals. I wonder when you would be able to send five spirit stones home? For your sister's medical expenses..."

Five spirit stones...

Lin Qiongyu closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Her fingertips trembled slightly as she subconsciously began rummaging through her purse.

The spirit stones collided, producing a crisp sound, but the amount was pitifully small.

She poured all the spirit stones onto the table and carefully counted them.

It was only a few days ago that she painstakingly coaxed resources from Xue Chengjun and sold some of her own resources to barely scrape together seven spirit stones.

Inexplicably, Chen Ye's calm, even somewhat indifferent face, and his words of ruthlessly demanding one hundred spirit stones reappeared in his mind.

"A hundredfold return..."

She murmured to herself, a rare hint of childlike grievance and helplessness showing on her face. Her head rested limply on the cold table, and she whispered in a muffled voice.

"Qiongyu, we really have no more spirit stones..."

……

Back in the courtyard on Bishui Street, the house was warm and cozy.

The two apprentices would occasionally glance over, their eyes filled with curiosity.

Chen Ye understood perfectly well that they were curious about what had happened to him.

Little kids... they're all very curious.

Even those who are only slightly aware of the details are no exception.

Chen Ye cleared his throat and vividly recounted his thrilling experiences at Yunshang Pavilion to his two disciples:
"...You didn't see it, did you? That Luo Heng, he looks so amiable, but he's incredibly ruthless when he strikes! Kong Hongxuan, that guy, only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, had his cultivation crippled by Luo Heng on the spot? Tsk tsk tsk, the sound of his dantian shattering could be heard clearly from far away..."

Chen Ye deliberately lowered his voice and glanced out the window, as if the Jade Lizard Society members might come knocking at any moment.

He deliberately exaggerated the tense atmosphere at the time, portraying himself as a key figure who was navigating the tiger's den with great wisdom and resourcefulness.

The novel also vividly depicts Luo Heng's ruthlessness and Kong Hongxuan's fate, leaving the listener terrified.

Qingjun was indeed intimidated. She sat on a small stool, her little hands nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, her big eyes wide open.

Hearing the thrilling part, her mouth slightly opened, and she gasped.
Upon hearing that Kong Hongxuan had been crippled, she couldn't help but clap and cheer. Then she quickly covered her mouth, timidly peeking at her master's face, looking both afraid and curious.

Zhiwei, on the other hand, sat quietly to the side, seemingly oblivious to everything.

But the subtle gestures of pausing from time to time to listen carefully still betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

She had a deeper understanding of the dangers and unpredictability of human nature that Chen Ye spoke of than Qing Jun.

This so-called banquet at Yunshang Pavilion was clearly a trap, and Chen Ye was able to escape unscathed and even gain some benefits.

The reality was far more complex than he made it sound...

Chen Ye spoke until his throat was dry, then picked up his tea and drank it all in one gulp. He secretly chuckled as he watched his two disciples' completely different reactions.

Suddenly, he changed the subject, his expression becoming somewhat serious, and his gaze swept over his two still-immature disciples: "By the way, you... do you want to cultivate?"

Qingjun was taken aback by these words, tilted her head, and asked curiously, "Cultivation? Like Master? Can you release golden light with a whoosh?"

As she spoke, she gestured with her small hands, imitating how Chen Ye used his Geng metal energy.

(End of this chapter)