Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 46 Zhiwei's Snow Cat
This Lin Qiongyu...

Why do you praise me so much?

Compared to Master Hu's seventy-four spirit stones for a batch of Blood Burning Pills, his thirty spirit stones were nothing.

Chen Ye was unaware that Lin Qiongyu's words came from the bottom of her heart.

As she turned around, her smile had changed to a distant one: "Of course I can't bear to part with it!"

Lin Qiongyu had no idea Chen Ye would be so unpredictable; she hesitated for a moment, but her smile grew even more gentle.
"Fellow Daoist Ping's craftsmanship is excellent. He also forged Cheng Jun's Crimson Dragon Spear back then. Unlike his predecessor, Cheng Jun clearly had the Crimson Dragon Spear as his main combat weapon, but he was only willing to spend twenty spirit stones."

As the female cultivator spoke, a faint sorrow graced her beautiful face, as if she harbored some dissatisfaction with Xue Chengjun.

"Oh. Thank you for your help today, Fellow Daoist Lin. I will definitely repay you another day. I'll go find Master Hu now."

Chen Ye responded, finished speaking crisply, and then turned to look for Master Hu.

Lin Qiongyu was left standing there, stunned.

She touched her face suspiciously.

Her skin was fair and smooth, radiating youth and vitality.

But why is this man like a block of wood?
……

As night deepened, the snow on Bishui Street was already above ankle-deep.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, take care! Remember to take the Blood-Burning Pill! The cultivation world is like rowing against the current; you can't relax for a moment! Every inch of time is worth an inch of spirit stone!"

Master Hu Dan, his face glowing, spoke earnestly and earnestly.

Chen Ye, carrying three bottles of pills, smiled and bid farewell to Master Hu.

Now, Chen Ye is penniless, and all the spirit stones have flown into Master Hu's pocket.

The remaining twenty spirit stones were all used to buy pills.

Master Hu is very generous; he offers a buy-ten-get-one-free deal.

Chen Ye couldn't resist and bought twenty-two Qi-restoring pills.

Enough to feed the Geng Metal Technique to the point of breaking its limit!

"Heh, Master Hu certainly knows how to plan for the long term..."

Chen Ye was somewhat wary of this seemingly amiable old man.

In his arms, besides two bottles of Qi-restoring pills, there was also a Blood-burning pill.

As for this Blood Burning Pill, it was given to him for free by Alchemist Hu, and he couldn't refuse it even if he wanted to!

Even if Chen Ye didn't dare to eat it, five spirit stones were too good to pass up...

He carefully put away the pills.
Looking up at the dark night sky,
It seemed as if endless snow was pouring down, obscuring the view.

Before long, his face was covered with a layer of snow.

"There's a problem... I remember in 'The Fall of the Immortals,' there was a recollection of a Nascent Soul True Monarch. She had an ice-type unique spiritual root, and when she was forming her Nascent Soul, her sect went to great lengths to change the celestial phenomena and create a cold winter for the entire country to help her form her Nascent Soul."

"As a result, the heavenly tribulation was abnormal when this Nascent Soul cultivator formed his nascent soul, causing a year-long cold disaster! This Nascent Soul cultivator was none other than a cultivator from the Yan Kingdom!"

"Could it be that she achieved Nascent Soul in this year? What a coincidence, exactly five hundred years ago in this year?"

Chen Ye rubbed the snowflakes on his cheek. The snowflakes were nine-sided and felt piercingly cold to the touch, unlike ordinary snow.

When immortals undergo tribulations, mortals suffer.

For independent cultivators, a Nascent Soul True Lord can be considered a deity.

Chen Ye's heart tightened, and he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"No wonder, the outer disciples of Lingyin Sect did not come to the competition yesterday even though the weather cleared up. They must have known about it beforehand."

"That True Lord, could he have formed his Nascent Soul just outside the Three Thousand Mountains... That makes sense. In that case, the affected area would be smaller, but it would still affect half of the Yan Kingdom."

This True Lord's tribulation is a calamity for the vast number of independent cultivators in the Yan Kingdom.

But this might not be the case for Chen Ye.

Since he has foresight, he can make more thorough preparations.

Even... to profit from it!
The Nascent Soul True Monarch is undergoing tribulation, and the continuous snow disaster means that the Three Thousand Mountains will be sealed off by heavy snow, and the demons and beasts will become restless.

It became difficult for independent cultivators to continue making a living in the Three Thousand Mountains.

At the same time, prices are soaring!
"Whether we make money or not, we must stockpile supplies now!"

……

The cold wind was biting.

In the pitch-black night, the lights in the house were bright.

Chen Ye wrapped his clothes tighter and eagerly pushed open the courtyard gate.

"Crench."

Old Plum shook off the snowflakes. In the courtyard full of white snow, a snowman squatted on the ground, his gaze focused, seemingly doing something.

Wait a minute... This isn't a snowman at all!
This is Chen Ye's eldest disciple, Lu Zhiwei!

The black fluffy ball had been squatting in the snow for who knows how long, and it had turned into a snowball!
"Zhiwei? What are you doing outside? Hurry up and come home with your master!"

Snowball ignored him and squatted down by himself, his long black hair trailing on the ground.

She was holding a snowball in her two little hands.

The occasional glimpse of his eyes was cold and lifeless.

This girl!
It seems he has entered the state of pure, crystal-clear body again!
Indifferent to the outside world, losing consciousness, and thus... pursuing extreme sensations!

How could Chen Ye sit idly by and watch Zhiwei harm himself?

Without saying a word, he picked up the snowball on the ground.

"Crash-"

The snowball shook off a shower of snowflakes, revealing its black, fluffy interior.

"Master?"

The older girl had bluish lips and a pale face, looking up at him with her small face upturned.

Chen Ye felt uneasy at the cold expression and icy gaze.

This girl truly deserves to be a future goddess who transcends all emotions.

So aloof at such a young age?
"Zhiwei, it's freezing cold, don't stay outside..."

Chen Ye hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

He knew, of course, that Zhiwei possessed an immaculate, glass-like body and enjoyed this coldness.

If Wei continues like this, her symptoms will become more and more severe until she loses all emotions and desires!
The older girl remained silent and lowered her head.

I don't know what I was thinking about.

She suddenly tensed up, her little hands gripping the snowball tightly.

But the more nervous she was, the less she could escape Chen Ye's eyes.

Chen Ye sighed and gently but firmly moved Zhiwei's fingers.

"No." The black-fuzzy ball bit its lip.

"Your hands are frozen stiff. Be good, you can play in the snow again later." Chen Ye easily pried open Zhiwei's small hands and casually threw the snowball on the ground.

"No..." the black fur ball took a breath.

Chen Ye was stunned.

The girl's voice gradually trembled.

"pat...pat..."

A few cold tears fell onto the back of Chen Ye's hand.

In his arms, the little black fluffy ball of fur sobbed silently, its tiny hands constantly wiping away tears.

Zhiwei, are you crying?
Why...why is she crying?

Chen Ye looked at the black fur ball whose shoulders were trembling and suddenly realized something.

In fact, Zhiwei was just a child.

before,

In Chen Ye's mind, Zhiwei has always been mature beyond her years, coupled with her future identity and special physique.

Chen Ye had been, intentionally or unintentionally, overestimating Zhiwei...

"Zhiwei, why are you crying?" Chen Ye asked, bewildered.

This was the first time he had ever made his disciple cry.

The little black fluffy ball took another breath and pouted, "Zhiwei didn't cry!"

Her little mouth was pouting so much it could hold an oil bottle, yet she insisted she hadn't cried...

Chen Ye's gaze fell on the snowball on the ground.
He held Zhiwei in his arms, squatted down, and examined her closely.

The snowball was half-flattened after being thrown.

However, judging from the remaining half, one can vaguely see that there are ears and a beard.

It's just that the sculpting is extremely abstract.

At first glance, it looks like just a bumpy snowball.

The black furball saw the snow cat's miserable state.

Overwhelmed with sorrow, I took a deep breath:
"Master, you're bad! Zhiwei hates Master!"

From now on, Chen Ye will have no hot water!

　Is the new book title really that bad?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)