Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 91 The Green Lord of the Cicada Pupa Begins Body Tempering

Darkness, endless darkness.

A sharp laugh echoed in my ears.

Qingjun ran desperately, the pain from her broken arm almost making her faint.

She was so scared, she missed her senior sister, and she also missed... that bad and fierce master who would buy her osmanthus cakes and clumsily apply medicine to her.

The fear reached its peak after the strange older sister disappeared.

But it was at this moment that a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

It's Master!
Qingjun, with her small mind, couldn't possibly imagine how her master had found her.

She inexplicably disappeared in the market and was then captured and taken to the vast Three Thousand Mountains.

No matter how hard he tried, his master could never find her.

But then, his master suddenly appeared.

Qingjun thought it was an illusion or a fleeting thought before her death.

It wasn't until she was held in her master's arms and smelled the familiar, pleasant scent of herbs that she realized it wasn't a hallucination.

Ok……

In fact, even after her master held her and examined her injuries.

Qingjun felt no resistance whatsoever...

But, Master must not find out this!!

In my hazy memories,
She could also feel her master carefully applying ointment to her injured arm.

The ointment had a peculiar, pleasant fragrance, and felt cool and comfortable when applied. It seemed to have significantly reduced the pain in my arm.

She vaguely heard Granny Li exclaim that the ointment was very valuable, worth several spirit stones!
A few spirit stones...

Qingjun remembered that her master used to get drunk and say he would sell her, and it seemed that he could only get one spirit stone for her.

"woke up?"

Chen Ye frowned, looking somewhat worried.

The little girl was wrapped in thick blankets, with only her tiny face, no bigger than the palm of a hand, showing.

Her dark, phoenix-like eyes stared at him without blinking, as if she were dumbfounded.

"Hmm? Has this girl lost her mind...?"

Chen Ye reached out to check the temperature of her forehead and then carefully examined her injured arm.

"Yes, the fever has subsided, and the wound on my arm is healing well."

The medicinal effects of the Dipsacus asperoides ointment are indeed quite good; Qingjun's fractured bones have begun to heal.

However, it will probably take some time before it can fully recover.

"Hmph! Qingjun isn't a fool!"

The little girl suddenly buried her head back under the covers, her movements full of energy, not at all like someone who was sick.

It's over! It's over!

She's been staring at her master for so long, he must have noticed!
Thinking of this,

Qingjun cautiously peeked out her eyes again, wanting to see how her master would react...

But did not expect,

The master turned around and started talking to his senior sister, seemingly not caring at all why she was staring at him.

The little girl's cheeks puffed out immediately, and she shouted at the top of her lungs, "I'm hungry!"

After saying this, she quickly shrank back into the blankets, curling up in the warm bed.

Chen Ye patted the bulging blanket with annoyance: "Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, you'll grow into a big fat dumpling!"

The little girl, startled by the slap, whimpered in her blankets, "Master, you just love bullying Qingjun!!"

"What an ungrateful little brat!"

Chen Ye turned to look at Zhiwei, but still gave the order.
"Go check the kitchen; there should still be some hot meat porridge. Bring a bowl over."

Zhiwei responded and turned to leave.

Chen Ye then sat back down on the edge of the bed and asked gently, "Qingjun, how are you feeling? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Qingjun, who had been constantly pupaing, finally huddled quietly in the blankets and whispered:

"Master, where is that wicked old woman...?"

"He's been arrested, and he won't bully Qingjun anymore."

Chen Ye couldn't help but pat the blanket again.

As he expected,
The little girl was patted, and then she kept wriggling inside her pupa.
"Master loves to beat Qingjun! Once Qingjun learns magic, he'll tie Master to the bed and beat him up!"

She was petite, and when she huddled under the covers, she looked like a fat, wriggling worm.

Chen Ye listened,

Is this still available?

He owed so many favors, and the disciple he had painstakingly saved turned out to be a traitor!

Chen Ye sneered, and waited until Qingjun was tired before slapping her again.

Yes, the little girl has gained some weight recently.

No longer just skin and bones, it doesn't feel uncomfortable to hold when you pat it.

"Woo!"

The little girl, who had just calmed down, started puffing up her cheeks and wriggling up again.

……

When Zhiwei walked in carrying two steaming bowls of monster meat porridge,
Then they saw Chen Ye patting the blanket with a big smile on his face. Every time he patted it, a cricket would crawl in the blanket.

Even though Qingjun was panting heavily from exhaustion, the pupa still stubbornly protested.

But the more she writhed, the more excited Chen Ye became...

Upon seeing the scene before her, even Zhiwei, who was usually very composed, couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth.

Chen Ye... why are you acting like a child?

They're all over forty years old.

The black-haired dumpling sighed and served the porridge to Chen Ye.

Chen Ye took the bowl of porridge, scooped a spoonful with a spoon, carefully blew on it to cool it down, and then put it to Qingjun's lips.

Qingjun pouted: "Qingjun isn't a senior sister! She doesn't need Master to feed her!"

"!"

The older girl standing to the side suddenly trembled.

At this moment, she wished she could imitate Chen Ye and flatten the white fluffy ball into a round dumpling.

Chen Ye had no choice but to hand it over to Qing Jun.

Qingjun's little nose twitched slightly as she smelled the aroma of the meat porridge, and her throat immediately began to move.

Although, Master is very bad.

But my master's skills are truly excellent!
And it's getting better and better...

Unfortunately, Master was always focused on cultivation and rarely cooked himself.

My older sister is practicing Buddhism again; she usually does the cooking...

Qingjun held the meat porridge and leaned back on the bed, sipping it contentedly.

Midway through, he couldn't help but glance at his senior sister, looking smug.

How could Zhiwei not understand Qingjun's meaning?
The older girl immediately clenched her fist!

"Master, have some porridge."

Zhiwei's voice, like her appearance, carried a faint chill.

Chen Ye was indeed a little hungry, so he reached out to take it.

Unexpectedly, Zhiwei took half a step back, avoiding his hand.

She pursed her lips, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyelids.

After hesitating for a moment,

She scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge, carefully blew on it, and then somewhat awkwardly offered it to Chen Ye's lips:

"Master... have some porridge."

"!"

Qingjun's eyes widened, and she forgot all about drinking the porridge her master had made.

Chen Ye was stunned.

As for Zhiwei's future, she is a goddess, detached from worldly affairs and devoid of emotion. As for Zhiwei's present, she is just a little girl, always wearing a stern face.

No matter how Chen Ye thought about it, he never expected that Zhiwei would actually feed him.

The black furball seemed to want to prove something, glancing at Qingjun without any emotion.

Then he said, "Master... is tired too."

Her voice was soft, but her cool eyes looked at him firmly.

Chen Ye nodded, opened his mouth, and let the older girl feed him.

I wonder if it was just Chen Ye's imagination.

The porridge that Zhiwei blew on always seemed to taste even sweeter to him.

This is probably what it feels like for an elderly father to be fed by his daughter.

He looked at the little girl in front of him, who was bowing her head and intently blowing on his porridge.

The girl's wisps of hair swayed gently with her movements, revealing her focused and serious dark eyes.

Chen Ye was filled with mixed emotions.

"call……"

Zhiwei breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief, a sly glint in her eyes. She deliberately softened her voice.

"Good boy/girl, Master."

She spoke softly as she continued feeding them.

Seeing Chen Ye and his junior sister coughing incessantly from the choking.

The black fur ball was finally satisfied.

snort!
Who told him to act like a child!

……

after that,

After finishing a bowl of meat porridge, Qingjun's complexion improved significantly.

Seeing that she had recovered considerably, Chen Ye began to examine her qualifications.

He had always had a question in his mind: how did Qingjun reach the first level of Qi Refining?

Not long ago, Qingjun was unable to draw qi into her body.

How could one cultivate so quickly, and even be able to skillfully wield the Ice Spikes?

Could it be...

Like Zhiwei, does Qingjun need to awaken?
Chen Ye paused for a moment, then rejected the idea.

This was not apparent in the original storyline.

Qingjun's talent grew stronger over time, without the need for any awakening.

Perhaps, this upheaval has accelerated the recovery of the bloodline?

"Qingjun, do you remember how your master taught you to sense spiritual energy? Try it again."

Chen Ye said gently.

Qingjun nodded as if she understood, then obediently closed her eyes and tried to sense it.

Her face turned bright red, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Despite his efforts, he was still unable to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as freely as Zhiwei.

Chen Ye could clearly sense that there were indeed spiritual energy fluctuations at the first level of Qi Refining within Qing Jun's body.

Strangely, no matter how hard Qingjun tried, he could only absorb spiritual energy at a snail's pace.

This speed is much slower than that of the Five Elemental Roots.

Unlike Zhiwei, Qingjun can now mobilize spiritual power of all attributes.

After all, according to legend, the true dragon clan is blessed with a natural affinity with all spiritual energy.

"Master...why is Qingjun's cultivation so slow!"

Qingjun opened her eyes somewhat dejectedly, her little mouth pouting high.

"It's alright," Chen Ye reassured him, though he already understood.

Qingjun's situation is completely different from Zhiwei's.

Zhiwei possesses a special physique; once awakened, he can display cultivation talent far exceeding that of ordinary people.

As for Qingjun, he probably truly embodies the saying about the bloodline of a true dragon—possessing boundless potential, but growing extremely slowly.

The fact that she was able to reach the first level of Qi Refining and even unleash the Ice Spike was mostly due to the stimulation that depleted some of the hidden power in her bloodline.

Now that his power is exhausted and his bloodline has become dormant, he has naturally returned to the state of a mortal.

Or rather, it represents a return to the normal growth trajectory of a true dragon cub.

“Qingjun, everyone’s path of cultivation is different. Although you are currently slow to sense spiritual energy, it does not mean that you lack talent.”

After pondering for a moment, Chen Ye took out the book "The Amazing Swan Technique" that he had bought from the ghost market from his storage bag.

"Since the usual breathing techniques are slow for you, let's try a different approach."

"This is a body-strengthening technique called the 'Soaring Swan Technique.' Although practicing this technique will prevent you from absorbing spiritual energy like your senior sister, it will strengthen your physique and give you strength and speed far exceeding that of ordinary people. Once you have mastered this technique to a high level, practicing other techniques may yield unexpected results."

In reality, Qingjun's advantage lies in her physical body.

This point was already evident in the interactions between the "previous form" and Qingjun.

At that time, the predecessor used various methods to torment Qingjun.
For example, in the dead of winter, buried under the snow.

How could an ordinary girl suffer such torment?

But Qingjun stubbornly survived.

Although her bloodline has not yet been revived and her talent is not yet apparent, her vitality is extraordinary.

This is perfect material for physical cultivation!
In the original storyline,
The reason this world-destroying demoness is so unsolvable is that she cultivates both physical and magical techniques, leaving her with virtually no weaknesses.

His combat strength is unparalleled among those of the same level!

Even Lu Zhiwei was just a little short.

It was only with the help of a gamer like Chen Ye that this world-destroying demoness was finally defeated.

"Body tempering?" Qingjun tilted her head, somewhat puzzled. "Like Uncle Li Dagen?"

In her mind, physical training meant building up a muscular physique that made her look fierce.

The little girl took the slightly worn booklet and curiously opened it.

The illustrations in the booklet are very simple, mostly stretching and jumping movements, and the routes of the exercises, accompanied by tongue-twisting incantations.

Qingjun's face fell: "Master, this... isn't fun."

Chen Ye put on a stern face: "This is the foundation of cultivation, not a game. If you are unwilling, I will not force you. Just don't envy your senior sister's advanced cultivation and ability to control magic in the future."

Upon hearing this, Qingjun secretly glanced at her senior sister.

The senior sister remained expressionless, but a considerable amount of water vapor quietly appeared around her.

Qingjun looked at the booklet in her hand with a troubled expression. She pouted and finally whispered, "Then... Qingjun will learn it."

Chen Ye comforted him:
"The 'Amazing Swan Technique' won't make Qingjun a big guy; on the contrary, it will make Qingjun grow taller. Just imagine, running faster than a rabbit and jumping higher than a bird—wouldn't that be interesting?"

The training method Chen Ye chose for his disciple would naturally not result in a body full of lumps and muscles.

On the contrary, it will make the practitioner slimmer.

If Qingjun practices body-strengthening techniques, it should also help promote bloodline recovery.

"Ok!"

Upon hearing that he could run fast and jump high, Qingjun's eyes lit up, and the frustration he had felt earlier due to his inability to cultivate smoothly dissipated considerably.

For children, this kind of simple and intuitive power is more attractive than some ethereal spiritual power.

Seeing this, Chen Ye patiently began to explain the basic techniques of the Jinghong Technique to Qingjun and personally demonstrated a few basic movements.

This technique is different from Chen Ye's Body Reinforcement Technique; it is a traditional body cultivation technique!
The first realm is Awakening of Insects, the second is Fleeting Shadow, and the third is Divine Fiend.

These correspond to the three stages of Qi cultivation: before, during, and after.

Unfortunately, in this cultivation world, body cultivation is largely constrained by one's own cultivation level in magic, and cannot be considered an independent cultivation system.

Therefore, the position of body cultivators is more similar to that of alchemists and spirit plant masters.

Having a skill can be helpful for cultivation, but it is difficult to use as the fundamental path to reach the pinnacle of the cultivation world.

Of course, Chen Ye wouldn't say these things aloud, lest he spoil Qing Jun's mood.

The little girl was learning with great enthusiasm, and soon she had roughly mastered the technique.

Chen Ye thought to himself:

"Well, let this girl do whatever she wants anyway. In the original story, she also cultivates both body and magic, so it won't hinder her future..."

(End of this chapter)