My seven female apprentices each have their own ideas

Looking at Jiang He's receding back, Bai Minxin gritted her teeth and said, "Sister, he seems to be injured. Why don't we escape now?"

“No, we can’t escape.”

They had tried to escape before, but how could the three girls without any cultivation escape to the palm of Jiang He's hand who was at the sixth level of Qi training?

Jiang Yuanxia trembled all over. After a while, she covered her lips and stared blankly at the liquid that could not stop oozing out from under her body. Two lines of tears rolled down her thin little face.

Ever since the time when Jiang He beat me to the point of causing me to urinate incontinently, it felt like a hole had been punched in my heart.

As a result, she couldn't help but urinate when she was nervous, which caused her to feel extremely inferior and ashamed.

"elder sister."

Bai Minxin noticed Jiang Yuanxia's tears and hated her own incompetence. She held Jiang Yuanxia's hand tightly and murmured to herself,

"Give me a little more time. Jiang He, no matter whether you really repent or not, I will make you beg for mercy at my feet."

On the other side, Jiang He stood on the street.

The roads here are interconnected and there are densely packed self-built houses.

In this world, the practice of cultivating immortals has been developed for tens of thousands of years, and there are cultivators everywhere.

Aura is to monks as oxygen is to mortals.

Moreover, mundane food cannot satisfy the energy needs of cultivators at all. This has led to a situation in today's world of immortal cultivation where there are many people but few spiritual places, and a large number of low-level cultivators can only live around the edges of spiritual places.

The density is comparable to that of the Xiangcheng in the previous life. It can be said that the lower-level cultivators are no better than dogs - dogs can be full by eating some leftovers.

Four markets surround Qingmu City. Countless low-level spiritual herbs, monster materials, minerals and other raw products are gathered from the hands of independent cultivators to the markets. After preliminary processing, they enter Qingmu City, like four major arteries.

The air here is mottled and turbid, and it smells even worse after rain. This is determined by the function of the market town.

Houses of various styles carefully built by independent cultivators are neatly arranged on the roadside, adding a unique urban style.

For example, the wooden buildings built by his neighbors were neat and organized, like American houses in previous lives.

There was a parrot hovering over the neighbor's house. After seeing Jiang He, it suddenly flew over and circled over his head:

"Pervert, pervert."

Jiang He's face turned dark. If his predecessor was here, he would have thrown a fireball over there.

I don’t know what the neighbors usually say about him, but this parrot always scolds him every time it sees him.

The predecessor was often annoyed by it, but this bird was a first-level spiritual bird with a flexible and small body. The predecessor, who had neglected to practice magic, found it difficult to hit it effectively.

The neighbors couldn't stand what Jiang He did, so when they saw Jiang He coming out, they secretly released the parrot to disgust him.

But what the neighbor didn't know was that the resentment he received from the parrot would always be vented on the apprentice.

Granny Sun, who was tanning animal skins to make talisman paper at home, heard her parrot calling and hurried out of the yard.

This damn guy, isn’t he still working as a security guard in the Zhao Mansion at this time?

In fact, when she released the parrot to disgust Jiang He, she would always watch secretly to prevent Jiang He from doing something desperate and really hurting her precious spiritual bird.

"Oh, you're too lazy to even be a doorman?"

Grandma Sun first called the parrot's name Maomao. When Maomao heard what his owner said, he obediently stood on his owner's shoulder and combed his feathers.

She looked at the injuries on Jiang He's face. She didn't know who this scoundrel had offended again, and now he was taking his anger out on a few little girls.

Granny Sun sighed silently. To be honest, this guy was a good young man before.

He lived next door fourteen years ago. At that time, he was only thirty years old and had already reached the sixth level of Qi training. It could be said that he had a good chance of building a foundation.

During the day, he worked diligently to make talismans, earning spirit stones for cultivation, and bought a lot of talisman paper from her. At night, he cultivated all night long, as if he didn't need to rest.

But for some reason, he suddenly became decadent one day and went to work as a security guard at the Zhao family, spending his days idly by. Whenever he had spiritual stones, he would go gambling. Later, he adopted three little girls one after another and tortured them for fun.

Everyone in Nanfang City knows that there is a madman living here. There are only a handful of people living in Nanfang City who are in the late stage of Qi training. He, who is in the sixth stage of Qi training, is already considered a master. In addition, due to his abnormal behavior on weekdays, others are very afraid of him.

Few people knew that he had long neglected cultivation and was now weak inside.

Looking at Granny Sun's wrinkled face, bent back, and a pair of old hands that had become dark red and swollen from years of tanning talisman paper.

Jiang He didn't care about the old woman's words, on the contrary he admired her very much.

It was already difficult for him to live alone, and he always secretly helped the three girls, otherwise he would have been tortured to death by Jiang He.

Jiang He smiled shyly: "I want to come back today to make some delicious food for my disciple to nourish his body, but I really don't want to be a security guard anymore. I want to pick up my previous skills again."

Granny Sun has been making talisman paper for most of her life. She is a person with whom one must have a good relationship. If she continues to be a guard and earns ten spirit stones a month, she will not be able to provide a good life for her three disciples.

You know, he also wants to provide training for his three disciples.

Each of these three disciples is extremely talented. Even if they have wasted nearly twenty years, they will achieve great things in the future.

In the original text, after they killed Jiang He, they were already short of resources, and were hunted down for refining the corpse.

He wandered around for seven or eight years until he fled to a demonic sect and found stable conditions for cultivation.

If we let them practice now, I'm afraid they will be not much different from the destined male protagonist in the original story in the future.

Hearing Jiang He's words, Granny Sun thought there was something wrong with her ears. When would this lazy madman start cooking for himself? He didn't even want to be a security guard who slacked off every day, so he went to make talismans? Making talismans is a very mentally exhausting task.

Looking at Grandma Sun who was standing there in a daze, Jiang He said a little embarrassedly: "Is there any place selling vegetables around here? I usually eat at Dongfang Market."

At this point, even Jiang He felt a little embarrassed. This master didn't even give his disciple meals on weekdays, so naturally he didn't know where to buy food in Nanfang City.

Occasionally, when they were in a good mood, they would bring back some leftovers, and they had to find food on their own.

Without the help of Granny Sun, these three great masters of the magic world would have starved to death long ago.

I don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. In the future, tens of millions of people will die directly or indirectly at their hands.

The three disciples were not bad people by nature, and they knew how to repay kindness. With their help, Grandma Sun successfully established her foundation and lived a peaceful old age.

Granny Sun pointed woodenly toward the center of the town in the distance and looked at Jiang He's departing back, not coming back to her senses for a long time.

Is this a dog that doesn't want to eat shit? But given Jiang He's nature, Granny Sun always felt that he had some conspiracy, and she still couldn't believe that the madman would change his sex.

Chapter 4 Is the world of cultivation also so complicated?

The center of the market town is roughly divided into two parts: the free trade zone for independent cultivators and the commercial area.

Jiang He first strolled around the shopping area for a while. Most of the shops here bought various things from independent cultivators.

For example, the Talisman Pavilion. Most of the low-level talisman papers made by Granny Sun are sold to the Talisman Pavilion, and then sold to individual cultivators by the Talisman Pavilion.

Part of it is sent to Qingmu City to meet the daily practice needs of the sect disciples, and the successfully drawn talismans are returned to the shop and sold to individual practitioners to recover funds.

Although the price of selling directly to shops is relatively low, it is convenient and fast.

After all, these days, there are independent cultivators everywhere, and the free trade zone is packed with people setting up stalls, so the competition is too fierce.

Jiang He found the Lingmi Shop, with a Wuyamen sign hanging next to it, indicating that the shop was protected by the Wuyamen.

In fact, spiritual rice and fasting pills, as necessities for low-level cultivators, can be considered strategic resources to some extent, and are monopolized by the Wuya Sect, the overlord of Qingmu City.

"Shopkeeper, give me a bag of spiritual rice."

The shop assistant lazily raised his eyes. He was wearing the robes of a Wuya sect outer disciple. When he saw that it was Jiang He, he said in a surprised tone:

"A rare guest, aren't you on duty at the Zhao family in Dongfang City? This is the first time I see you coming here to buy spiritual rice. Two spiritual stones for a bag, thank you for your patronage."

This predecessor was indeed quite famous. As a middle-aged cultivator at the sixth level of Qi training, he was idle all day long, cheating and deceiving people. Whenever he went out, there were people who knew him everywhere.

A bag of spiritual rice weighs about 20 kilograms, enough for one person to eat for a month, and the price doesn't sound very expensive.

Jiang He took out a purse from the lining of his arms. It was heavy and contained more than twenty spirit stones.

The spirit stones looked like crystal-clear beads, about the size of a little finger. Besides that, there was a stack of gold leaves, weighing about thirty taels. This was all the original body's property.

After Jiang He paid the spirit stones, he counted them and found that there were 19 spirit stones left. After carrying the spirit rice, he went to the free trade zone to take a look.

Following the flow of people, Jiang He paid special attention to the stalls selling talismans, and at a glance he could see the densely packed talismans placed on the ground.

There was a vague premonition in his heart.

"How much is this secret fragrance talisman?" Jiang He randomly picked a stall and picked up a common low-level talisman to ask the price.

"Three for one spirit stone, don't go. If you can't make it, you can buy it with gold." When the casual cultivator saw someone asking the price, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Fellow Daoist, look at me. I can buy four with one spirit stone." The casual cultivator next door saw Jiang He was about to leave and quickly grabbed him.

"You're looking for trouble, aren't you?"

While the two were arguing, Jiang He left in the chaos, secretly clicking his tongue.

This is too much. The cost of the Dark Fragrance Talisman is one spirit stone, and you can only draw five of them. You can only make 0.05 spirit stones for each one. If you sell 10 pieces a day, you can only make 15 spirit stones a month. It seems that the income is higher than being a security guard, but in fact, sometimes you may not be able to open a business for a day.

He went to other stalls to look at them unwillingly, but was greatly disappointed. Who among the casual cultivators nowadays doesn't know a few low-level talismans?

The market competition is fierce, and everyone is trying to undercut each other on price, but in the end all you can earn is a little money.

Before leaving, he picked some vegetables and fruits and spent some gold leaves on them. It must be said that the prices here are really high and even these things cost gold.

On the way back, Jiang He was heavy-hearted. When he thought about the three mouths to feed at home and the huge amount of spirit stones he would need to provide his three disciples with for their cultivation, he sighed silently.

It is said that raising a child is difficult, and raising three children is even more difficult, especially when these three children are underage demon lords!

After coming back, no one knew where the other two disciples had gone.

Jin'er was sitting on the big bunk bed on the floor in the house. Even when Jiang He came back carrying a lot of bags, she didn't react at all. Her eyes seemed to be staring at the air without any focus.

This girl had been in this position before he left. Had she always lived like this? She should be at an age where she was lively and active, but she stayed motionless in a small, dark place all day.

The entire room is about eight meters long and four meters wide. The floor is located in the upper left corner of the room, and there is an earthen stove next to it.

There were wine bottles and debris scattered on the ground, and even an abandoned alchemy furnace took up half of the space. There were no windows, and there were three doors in total, leading to his bedroom, the road, and the backyard.

The door to the backyard was open, and the two disciples probably went to the backyard.

Jiang He put the food he had just bought on the ground, took out a spiritual fruit and walked towards Jin'er. He bent down and smiled as gently as possible:

"Jin'er, are you hungry? Eat an apple first. Master will cook for you later."

Jin'er remained expressionless, ignored his words, and refused to even look at him.

He had already prepared himself mentally to be ignored by Jin'er. After all, not long ago, his predecessor had beaten her to death. Even then, she bit her lips and said nothing.

He washed the spiritual fruit and cut it into small pieces. He fed it to Jin'er's lips: "Ah~"

When the apple was raised to her lips, her throat rolled slightly. Although she quickly regained her composure, it was still noticed by Jiang He who had been paying attention to her.

No matter how autistic she is, she is still a little girl who is always hungry.

Since she actually wanted to eat it, Jiang He tentatively used a little force and pushed the fruit flesh to her lips. Jin'er pursed her lips slightly, but still couldn't resist him and ate the fruit flesh.

After the first time, the next time was much easier. As he continued to feed her, the entire spiritual fruit went into Jin'er's stomach.

After feeding, Jin'er unconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, just like a kitten that had eaten the most delicious cat food in the world.

Jiang He couldn't help laughing when he saw this, and felt a vague sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Is this the joy of raising a daughter?

It's time to cook. Jiang He felt a headache looking at the stove. It has not been used for who knows how long, and their predecessor did not allow them to use it.

I don’t know how these three little girls survive. It’s impossible for them to eat every meal at Grandma Sun’s house.

Just as Jiang He was cleaning busily, all the wine bottles and useless debris were cleared away, leaving only the alchemy furnace which was difficult to deal with.

The other two little girls also heard the noise and came back from the backyard.

"What are you busy with? There are fruits there. If you are hungry, you can eat some to fill your stomach. Don't eat too much. I will cook later."

Jiang He noticed the two little girls and greeted them.

If you want to change their views, you need to gradually narrow the distance between you and them and try to communicate more.

"Nothing, nothing. We didn't do anything."

The eldest disciple, however, began to tremble, with his fingers twisted together awkwardly, as if he had done something wrong.

Jiang He couldn't help but look towards the backyard, where there were lush vegetation and nothing could be seen.

Chapter 5 Eating

The second disciple calmly blocked Jiang He's gaze with his body and forced his tone to be calm:

"We're just going to take a look at the yard."

Her and her senior sister's reactions were obviously abnormal, and he certainly couldn't hide it from them.

They didn't believe that Jiang He would cook for them, and since he didn't come back for a long time, he must have gone gambling.