Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 67 Heavenly Tribulation (Seeking monthly votes!)
Two days have passed since Bai Susu killed Master Hu.

The atmosphere on Bishui Street was more somber than usual.

Although Hu Danshi's death secretly pleased many rogue cultivators, it also made everyone realize the ruthlessness and cruelty of the Lingyin Sect.

The independent cultivators became even more discreet and cautious, fearing they might offend the inner disciples from the Lingyin Sect.

Early in the morning, Chen Ye had just finished meditating all night.

In the past two days, I have consumed a total of four Qi Gathering Pills, which have increased my proficiency by a total of eighty.

In addition to the passive skill gained from AFK, the proficiency level increased by a total of 110.

[Evergreen Skill Breakthrough: 160/800]

The next level is just around the corner!

Chen Ye is now becoming increasingly cautious, spending his time hoarding supplies and engaging in secluded cultivation.

He didn't want to cause any trouble; he just wanted to cultivate in peace until the Lingyin Sect's outer sect competition.

With the fifty-six spirit stones he had left, he bought a total of sixty fire stones in the past two days.

There are now ninety flints.

Chen Ye left only twenty-six spirit stones, just in case.

Flint is a special mineral that contains spiritual fire.

It contains abundant spiritual fire and yang energy, and its fire nature is purer and more stable.

For low-level alchemists, when their own spiritual power is insufficient to sustain the alchemy furnace fire for a long time, they often spend spirit stones to buy fire stones and borrow the spiritual fire within them to replace their own spiritual power output and keep the furnace running.

In addition, it is also remarkably effective in resisting severe cold and maintaining a constant temperature.

Chen Ye hoarded large quantities of flint precisely because he valued these two important uses.

After taking stock of the supplies, Chen Ye suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

It seems that something big is about to happen.

Just then, the gate to the neighboring courtyard creaked open.

Ping Zhuo walked out carrying his crimson hammer, seemingly preparing to go to the Lingbao Pavilion for his shift.

Their eyes met, and Ping Zhuo grinned, about to say hello.

"boom!"

A deep, resonant roar, seemingly capable of shaking the very soul, came from the deepest part of the Three Thousand Mountains without warning!

This sound was not ordinary thunder; it was more like the deep roar of some enormous creature, carrying a suffocating pressure that instantly swept across the entire Yunxi Fang!
"What's going on?!" Ping Zhuo's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly looked up at the sky.

Chen Ye was also startled. He rushed out of the courtyard at almost the same time as Ping Zhuo and looked up.

Above the distant mountains, an icy blue vortex filled the entire sky!

The vortex was as deep as the sea, with lightning flashing at its center and distorted spatial cracks faintly visible.

A terrifying chill, capable of freezing the soul, did not come from the wind and snow, but from the vortex itself, spreading wildly in all directions!
"The Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation?!"

Ping Zhuo was horrified.

As a disciple of the Lingbao Sect, his knowledge far surpassed that of ordinary rogue cultivators. He recognized at a glance that this earth-shattering phenomenon was the great calamity that was only triggered when a Golden Core cultivator broke through to the Nascent Soul realm!

Chen Ye's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart sank to the bottom.

Although he had expected it, witnessing it firsthand brought a shock and a sense of oppression that far exceeded his imagination!

"Rumble--"

Before the two could react, a bolt of lightning as thick as a mountain suddenly struck down from the center of the vortex.

It tore through the sky and struck a mountain peak deep within the Three Thousand Mountains with unparalleled precision!

In an instant, the heavens and earth trembled, and the mountains and rivers shook!
The terrifying shockwave spread out at an unparalleled speed.

The mountains and forests along the way were as fragile as paper in the face of this force; towering ancient trees were uprooted and hard rocks were easily crushed.

Despite the great distance, the entire Yunxifang trembled violently!
The roof tiles rattled, and many of the makeshift stalls collapsed.

The untrained monks on the street were staggering and falling, their screams and cries filling the air!
The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

The two men could barely stand.

Chen Ye ignored Ping Zhuo, who was equally shocked, and abruptly turned back into the courtyard.

Ping Zhuo watched Chen Ye's retreating figure, opened his mouth, but ultimately gritted his teeth and ran towards the more heavily guarded area in the center of the town.

He has no apprentices to protect; preserving his own life is the most important thing!
"boom!"

Chen Ye burst through the courtyard gate and rushed inside.

The courtyard was in a mess. The snow that had been piled up in the corner was scattered everywhere, and the wintersweet tree was shaking violently, with petals falling all over the ground.

His two most worried apprentices were huddled together under the eaves, trembling, their little faces filled with fear and confusion.

"Zhiwei! Qingjun!"

Chen Ye rushed to them in three strides, grabbed the two frightened little ones and hugged them tightly in his arms, shielding them with his own body.

"Master!" Feeling the familiar embrace and presence, the two little ones felt as if they had found their pillar of support.

Qingjun burst into tears, her little hands gripping Chen Ye's clothes tightly.

Chen Ye's expression gradually calmed down.

At first, he was simply horrified by the scene.

But they quickly realized that this True Person's tribulation would not have a wide-ranging impact on Yunxifang, but would only cause abnormal celestial phenomena.

In the original storyline, this person came from the Refining God Sect, the number one sect in the Yan Kingdom.

The Refining God Sect is also known as the Refining God Sword Sect.

As its name suggests, this sect is founded on swordsmanship and is the leading force in the cultivation world of Yan Kingdom.

All disciples within the sect, regardless of gender, focus on cultivating the way of the sword.

Their sect's techniques are fierce and domineering, emphasizing the tempering of the primordial spirit with sword intent.

Disciples of the Refining God Sect are often aloof and proud, and their combat strength is higher than that of cultivators of the same level.

Due to unforeseen circumstances, this person disappeared without a trace after failing his first attempt at transcending the heavenly tribulation.

This will then trigger a series of chain reactions.
Starting with the Refining God Sect, it spread to the entire cultivation world of the Yan Kingdom...

But that's a matter for later, and not something Chen Ye can consider yet.

The two tiny bodies in my arms were still trembling, like two fledglings in the wind.

Chen Ye tightened his arms around them, offering them a meager sense of security with his body.

The earth-shattering scene just now made not only the two children tremble, but even his soul as an adult felt a chill.

"Master..." Qingjun choked back tears, burying her face in his chest, her voice muffled, "Just now... such a huge thunder..."

The white fluffy ball of fur was unusually affectionate towards him.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid,"

Chen Ye gently patted their backs, trying to keep his voice gentle and steady.

"That wasn't lightning, it was... it was the gods in heaven fighting. They're done fighting now, everything's fine."

Zhiwei was still trembling, but her dark eyes were very calm: "Master, in this world, where are the immortals... Is someone undergoing tribulation?"

Her trembling was physiological, not from genuine fear.

Or rather, given her unique constitution, there are only two things in the world that can frighten her.

Besides Chen Ye, there's Qing Jun...

Everything else was insignificant to Lu Zhiwei.

It's nothing more than death.

Chen Ye was stunned. He thought that explaining the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation to them now would be nothing short of a fantasy.

So he tried to comfort them in a way they could understand, but he didn't expect that his eldest disciple was more mature than he thought.

"Hmm... But with Master here, no one can hurt you."

After comforting his two disciples, Chen Ye looked around the courtyard, which was now a mess from the earthquake.

The once neat blue brick floor is now covered with fallen tiles and broken plum blossom petals. The rattan swing at the foot of the west wall sways forlornly, adding to the desolate atmosphere.

"Yunxifang is still not safe enough."

Chen Ye frowned inwardly.

Although the market is protected by the Lingyin Sect's array, if the cold disaster triggers a large-scale beast tide or unrest, this place may not be safe...

　Promise: Available for purchase next Wednesday with a large update.

　　At least 10,000 words a day, with 20,000 words updated on the first day.

　　The author is trying to write 20,000 words a day (cough cough, don't take it seriously... I was just inspired by a friend who writes 20,000 words a day, I don't know if I can do it).
　　……

　　Some readers have complained about the slow update speed, which the author acknowledges.

　　However, it was not the author's intention to suppress the level.

　　The reason is simple: the early stages are relatively slow due to the need to train apprentices.

　　The protagonist has only been here for a month and has already broken through one level. If he breaks through one level after another, the story will fall apart.

　　But if time is sped up, the disciple will grow up in a flash, making it difficult to write about the disciple.

　　……

　　If the author could write 20,000 words a day, these problems would probably be solved, right?

　　It's all the author's fault for not trying hard enough!

　　The author is writing all night tonight, trying to see if they can reach 20,000 words a day after the book is published.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)