Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 9 No loss
"This cost eighty spirit sands! It's not easy to earn them, but it's easy to spend them."

Chen Ye sighed in frustration. The thought of his two little mouths crying for food made his head ache again.

He touched the back of his head; his hands were wet.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed blood!

Okay! It's not just a feeling of pain, it really hurts!
I've been so busy these past two days that I'm completely overwhelmed. I remembered to bandage Qingjun's wound, but I forgot to bandage the back of my own head.

As a result, the wound has now reopened.

As dusk fell, there were very few independent cultivators left in the free trade zone.

The independent monks living outside the market area gradually packed their belongings and prepared to go home.

Although the Yunxi Sect was in charge of maintaining order in the market, and no one dared to cause trouble there, these independent cultivators always had to leave the city. Once it got dark, they could be robbed and killed without anyone even noticing!

Chen Ye's heart skipped a beat, and he belatedly realized that going out with the old man in black last night was a risky thing.

While there was still time, Chen Ye glanced around but didn't leave immediately. Instead, he strolled over to a stall.

"Fellow Daoist, you haven't left yet?"

The man in the tight-fitting clothes suddenly looked up and glanced at Chen Ye. Seeing that it was Chen Ye, he sighed listlessly.
"If we don't find a new home soon, the Silver Scale Flower will die!"

Chen Ye squatted down and continued to observe the silver scale flower.

That old man with the goatee is truly wicked!
Silver Scale Flower is the main ingredient for refining Qi-restoring Pills. It has strong vitality and is compatible with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Even if it is damaged and removed from the soil, it can live for at least seven more days, not the two days the old man said!

Seeing Chen Ye's focused gaze, the man in the tight-fitting clothes couldn't help but ask with a hint of hope, "Fellow Daoist, do you find this Silver Scale Flower appealing? Don't let its near-death state fool you; once it's healed, it'll be in high demand in the market!"

Chen Ye shook his head: "The premise is that it can be cured. This Silver Scale Flower is terminally ill and won't live much longer. If it dies, wouldn't it be all for nothing?"

"This... how can you say he's not going to live much longer? Fellow Daoist, don't listen to that old man's nonsense!" the man in the tight-fitting clothes said anxiously.

Chen Ye casually pulled a jade knife from his cloth bag: "To be honest, I am a spirit plant master. Just as the old man said, this flower will wither in two days."

The man in the tight-fitting clothes slumped onto the blue brick floor, constantly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve: "Alas! How could this happen! My son is about to participate in the Lingyin Sect disciple selection, I thought... alas!"

Chen Ye appeared calm, but his palms were sweaty: "No wonder you're so anxious, fellow Daoist. I also have two children, so I understand your feelings. How about we buy it for eight spirit stones?"

Gritting his teeth, Chen Ye decided to buy it anyway.

If I buy it for eight spirit stones, I'll still have a few spirit stones left for emergencies.

Moreover, the Quick-Clearing Knife Technique is remarkably effective in removing external lesions from spiritual plants.

Damage caused by external factors such as insect infestation and demonic energy can be dealt with.

Upon hearing this, the man in the tight-fitting clothes revealed a glint of shrewdness in his eyes:
"The herbal medicine shop in the city is offering seven spirit stones for its products. Fine! Fellow Daoist, take it!"

So simple?

Chen Ye suddenly felt something was wrong, but after looking at the silver scales from all angles, he couldn't see anything else wrong.

Anyway, he still has a proficiency panel, so there's a minimum guarantee for both high and low proficiency levels.

After handing over eight spirit stones, Chen Ye touched the money pouch in his pocket.

The heavy money bag from this morning has suddenly shrunk, containing only four spirit stones and eighty-three spirit sands.

But looking at the dying Silver Scale Flower in his arms, his mood improved again.

Chen Ye waved his hand and said, "Disciples, let's go home and have some beef hot pot!"

"Gudong!"

Qingjun wiped the drool from her mouth, feeling ashamed. Although she didn't know what beef hot pot was, she got hungry just hearing the word "beef".

Chen Ye, carrying the Silver Scale Flower, turned a corner and bumped into the old man with the goatee.

The old man with the goatee, carrying a jug of wine and beaming with health, stopped in his tracks when he saw the silver-scaled flower: "Young man, you bought that silver-scaled flower?"

Chen Ye couldn't see through the old man's cultivation level, and his heart pounded with apprehension.

What bad luck! He'd just intercepted the Spirit Flower when the old man with the goatee caught him red-handed. He hugged the Silver Scale Flower tightly: "Hmm, Senior, are you planning to buy a Silver Scale Flower?"

Seeing Chen Ye's wary look, the old man with the goatee burst into laughter:
"Why would I cause you trouble over this flower? Boy, let me remind you, don't treat others like fools! The Silver Scale Flower is terminally ill, how can an ordinary person cure it? In the vast Yunxi Fang, only I have such miraculous skills."

He glanced at the silver-scaled flower with regret, then picked up his wine jug and swaggered away.

“Master, why don’t we resell the spirit flower to the senior? That way we’ll only lose one spirit stone,” the taciturn Zhiwei said softly.

This girl is usually quiet, but when she does speak, it's always at a crucial moment.

Chen Ye had his own plans, and snorted, "As your teacher, I am also a spirit plant master!"

The old man with the goatee stumbled in the distance, turned and left without looking back, his loud laughter still audible in the distance: "The younger generation is truly formidable! The younger generation is truly formidable!"

That old rascal was really wicked; he had been eavesdropping on their every move, just waiting for her to turn around and sell herself to him.

Chen Ye twitched his lips.

Was he scammed?

That's not entirely true; he would definitely need to buy a diseased plant to practice his skills.

Silver Scale Disease is a serious disease, but the key is that it's cheap.

Chen Ye would hesitate if it cost ten spirit stones, but if he didn't buy it for eight spirit stones, wouldn't that be a waste of his cheat ability?
Others may have made a profit, but Chen Ye certainly didn't lose money.

……

Chen Ye covered the silver scale flower with a black cloth and hurried home with his two disciples, fearing that they might encounter robber cultivators or demonic cultivators on the way.

Fortunately, nothing happened along the way.

Following the muddy road, before sunset, we made our way back to the shantytown through a series of twists and turns.

He took a moment to glance at the panel:
[Technique: Evergreen Technique, Minor Success: 20/100]

In just one day, Changqing Gong's skill level increased by five points.

In another eight days, it will be a great success.

Just then, he saw the familiar dilapidated house again, and Chen Ye's tense nerves immediately relaxed.

Although the house was dilapidated, it gave Chen Ye a sense of security.

Smoke rose from the chimneys of the shantytown as dusk fell. Old Zhang was leaning against the threshold, the dark red embers from his pipe reflecting on his wrinkled face.

The ground was covered in cigarette ash, suggesting that he had been smoking idly all day.

He deliberately banged his pipe against the doorframe, his cloudy eyes fixed on Zhiwei's thin shoulder:
"Old Chen, what good stuff did you bring back? Oh! Zhiwei's back! Grandpa Zhang hasn't seen Zhiwei for a month!"

The perverted old man is far more difficult to deal with than Granny Wang.

Wang Po was a respectable woman working in the market and had a stable family.

There's a saying that goes, "The fortunate yield the way; when paths cross, the fortunate make way."

Wang Po understood this principle; she, who wore shoes, was afraid of Chen Ye, who was barefoot.

But Old Zhang is different.

He spends his days in a drunken stupor, shameless and shameless, just like his predecessor. What fear does he have?
If they hadn't killed Zhang Laodao outright, it would have incurred the wrath of the perverted old man and left behind a hidden danger.

Chen Ye protected his two disciples without making a sound, ignoring Zhang Laodao.

He went straight in, slammed the wooden door shut with a loud bang, blocking Zhang Laodao's view.

A serious expression suddenly appeared on Chen Ye's face:
Improving proficiency with spirit plants to earn spirit stones is certainly important.

But compared to making money, in this precarious world of cultivation, improving one's strength is even more important!
If he knew some fighting techniques, why would he be afraid of Zhang Laodao at the fourth level of Qi Refining?

Ultimately, he wasn't the original self; not long ago, he was just a corporate slave.

I must hone my fighting skills...

(End of this chapter)