Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 40 A Trivial Matter!

Lin Qiongyu's fingertips suddenly trembled.

She gazed at the tall, upright, and serene middle-aged hermit before her.

His previously relaxed tone suddenly tightened: "S-Why did you suddenly ask about this, senior?"

Chen Ye leaned against the door frame, his fingertips tracing the carvings on the food box, and said casually:
"I heard in the market a few days ago that a rogue cultivator skilled in plant cultivation was harassing a female cultivator, and coincidentally, he also shared the surname Chen. I became curious. Since you are involved in that matter, fellow Daoist..."

He drew out the last syllable, his gaze sweeping over the female cultivator's suddenly pale face.

"Why don't you tell me about it?"

Lin Qiongyu forced a smile and said, "Could it be... that you have some kind of relationship with him, senior?"

Both of them share the surname Chen and are skilled in the art of cultivating spiritual plants.

Who knows, there might actually be some kind of relationship, like brothers?

Back then, that rogue cultivator surnamed Chen had messy hair and a disheveled appearance.

For a moment, she couldn't remember whether the rogue cultivator surnamed Chen and the senior Chen in front of her looked similar.

Chen Ye pushed the food box back to Lin Qiongyu:
"I was just curious and asked casually."

Lin Qiongyu breathed a sigh of relief, gently brushing her hair aside with her delicate hand, her smile tender:
"I thought the flood had washed away the Dragon King Temple, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding... Senior, what do you mean? The pastries are for the child, not for you."

It's definitely not a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple.

Instead, the flood washed away the Dragon King.

Chen Ye smiled.

Lin Qiongyu suddenly nodded, her eyebrows curving like the moon, filled with admiration:

"Indeed, Senior Chen is mature, composed, and has a refined demeanor. How could he possibly be related to that wretched-looking, drunken scoundrel?"

Chen Ye did not laugh.

Fearing that Lin Qiongyu might become suspicious, he curled the corners of his lips and looked at Lin Qiongyu with a half-smile.

Lin Qiongyu's heart was pounding.

The way that old man looks at her, could it be that he's already lusting after her?
Her eyes sparkled, and she said with a hint of shyness and reproach, "Senior, Chengjun is still at home. Don't... look at me like that. If Chengjun finds out, it won't be good."

Chen Ye almost slapped him across the face.

What a remarkable woman from the Puxin sect!

If Chen Ye were to find a woman, wouldn't she be about the same age as his future disciple?
In Chen Ye's eyes, Lin Qiongyu is not even one ten-thousandth as beautiful as his current disciple!

Chen Ye coughed and said, "There's one more thing I'd like to trouble you with, fellow Daoist. I wonder if there are any weapon refiners in the inner circle?"

When it comes to serious matters,

Lin Qiongyu became slightly more serious: "Well, another neighbor of yours is a weapon refiner who works at the Spirit Treasure Pavilion. His name is Ping Zhuo. Brother Ping is reliable, has exceptional skills, and is trustworthy."

As she spoke, she felt a sense of unease: "Senior is a spiritual plant master, why seek him out? Why not let me introduce you to Alchemist Hu?"

In the past, Chen Ye would have been eager for this.

But now, the elixirs from the Stone Mirror Society are enough to cure him.

He still needs to set aside time for spiritual practice.

Without sufficient strength, having too many spirit stones can become a disaster.

Thinking of this, Chen Ye shook his head: "I don't have time for the time being, thank you for your kindness, fellow Daoist."

Upon hearing this, a strange light flashed in Lin Qiongyu's eyes.

She pondered to herself:
This person doesn't even want the spiritual plants that are offered to him; he probably doesn't lack spirit stones either.

Thinking about it, it makes perfect sense.

If this person is unremarkable, Shi Jinghui would have no reason to value him.

Even though Chen Ye repeatedly ignored him,

Lin Qiongyu's smile grew even gentler: "Then I won't disturb your rest any longer, senior. I'll come to visit another day."

……

Since moving here, Chen Ye has never seen his neighbor Ping Zhuo.

He planned to ask Pingzhuo to help forge an iron sword again at tomorrow's gathering, to increase its weight.

The wandering cultivators in the vicinity come and go as they please, only gathering together to exchange ideas at this specific time.

If he still can't see Pingzhuo by tomorrow, he'll have no choice but to find a specialized magical artifact shop to forge it.

However, you'll most likely get ripped off at that time.

Chen Ye stroked the hilt of the iron sword.
When he first came to this world, he couldn't wield this iron sword properly.

time has passed,

Even with an iron sword, it's now difficult to improve proficiency in heavy body techniques.

Chen Ye sighed, sheathed his iron sword, and closed the courtyard gate.

Just as he was about to return to his cultivation,

He caught a glimpse of Zhiwei's indifferent expression, clutching the snow in silence.

Occasionally, a cold wind would ruffle her hair, revealing her lonely and icy dark eyes. Hiss… What a cold-hearted little girl.

Chen Ye couldn't resist the urge to touch it.

As I passed by, I casually picked up the black furry ball.

The black fluffy ball, who was kneading snow, was caught off guard when Chen Ye grabbed it by the back of the neck, sealing its fate.

In a flash,
The girl's slender body was easily lifted.

The black fur ball's arms and legs dangled and swayed in the air, its long black hair cascading down its slender waist.

She looked up blankly and asked, "Master?"

A round snowball fell from her little hand.

There was a snap,
In the trembling gaze of the black furball,
It was smashed into a pile of rotten snow.

"Comfortable."

Seeing Zhiwei's adorable and innocent appearance, Chen Ye felt completely at ease.

This is how a little girl should look!
"Just doing it on a whim, nothing more."

Chen Ye picked up the black fur ball again and squeezed Zhiwei's little hand.

Her small hands were thin, but warm.

Not bad.

With your teacher here, does this young lady still want to torture herself?

Chen Ye smiled smugly, then rubbed the older girl's hands together before striding towards the cultivation room.

He left no fame or recognition, only his master's boundless, subtle, and nurturing love.

The black furry ball was left sitting blankly on the ground.

"Susu-"

The cold wind blew through the black hair of the fluffy little ball.

The aloof young woman suddenly pouted.

Sadly, I picked up the rotten snow from the ground.

This is...

She worked so hard to make that little cat!

Chen Ye, good or bad.

The older girl heard Chen Ye's satisfied voice again: "That felt good."

Chen Ye, you're so wicked!!!

……

One day later.

Chen Ye swallowed the remaining four Qi-restoring pills one after another.

The fifteen pills I bought at the market have all been used up!

But the results were equally impressive!

[Gengjin Formula Complete: 270/400]

"The four pills, plus the spiritual power I recovered, gave me a total of thirty points of proficiency."

Chen Ye gazed at the Geng metal energy at his fingertips.

Compared to before, the color of Geng metal is becoming more brilliant, indicating an imminent qualitative change.

Breaking through to the limit level is just around the corner!
"What a pity, it was much faster to gain proficiency back then."

Chen Ye sighed and withdrew his Geng metal energy.

All skill proficiency increases very rapidly before reaching perfection.

the reason is simple,
When one's skill level is still shallow, one can gain a lot of insights simply by practicing on one's own.

With the added boost from the proficiency panel, progress is rapid.

But after it reaches perfection,

This means that the skill he has mastered has reached its peak.

Theoretically speaking, there is no room for further breakthroughs.

Only by relying on the proficiency panel can one achieve a near-impossible breakthrough.

Chen Ye suspected that once the Gengjin Technique broke through to the limit, it would become a completely new technique!

"However, what happened to the eldest girl yesterday? She didn't even bring me water to wash my feet... Oh well, they are my apprentices, not child laborers."

Chen Ye stretched and pushed open the door to the cultivation room.

The house was quiet.

Chen Ye's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat soaked his back.

Yesterday, Zhiwei didn't bring him water to wash his feet... Could something have happened?
(End of this chapter)