Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 87 Master is here, Qingjun is hungry! (Added 500 words!)
This female cultivator was none other than the demonic cultivator from the Crossing Love Sect!
He was also the one who ordered her to capture the girl!
And he himself was merely her subordinate...

The demonic cultivator coughed a few times, his voice weaker, but the interest in his tone remained undiminished:
"That little girl was quite a surprise, very much to my liking. But what a pity..."

Granny Wang was terrified and kowtowed frantically, her forehead hitting the cold ground with a thud.

"My lord, spare my life! That little vixen is too cunning, I... I'll go and bring her back right away!"

As Wang Po spoke, she trembled as she offered a storage bag:

"This is the storage bag of that Lingbao Sect disciple, containing the Lingbao Sect's token."

"It doesn't matter."

The female demon cultivator took the storage bag, her gaze from beneath her hood seemingly piercing through the temple walls, looking in the direction Xu Xinming had left. "She can't have gone far."

She paused, her voice suddenly turning cold:
"I am currently severely injured and unable to act. Go and bring her back to me unharmed. Remember, unharmed! If she dies..."

The demonic cultivator didn't continue speaking, but the chilling killing intent made Granny Wang feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

"Otherwise... you know the consequences."

"Yes! Yes! Your subordinate obeys!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Granny Wang scrambled to her feet, rushed out of the dilapidated temple, and chased after Xu Xinming in the direction he had fled.

After Granny Wang left, the demonic cultivator slowly raised his head.

He revealed a face that, though showing signs of age, still hinted at the charm of his youth.

She gazed in the direction Xu Xinming had left and murmured to herself:
"Such temperament, such physique, such appearance. Truly a promising candidate for cultivating the supreme secret technique of my Crossing Love Sect. Xu Qingjun... no, perhaps she should be called Xu Xinming?"

"Interesting. If he didn't escape, he'd be a hopeless fool, perfect for use as a healing ingredient..."

"If they escape, it would be worth the risk for me to impart the supreme secret techniques of our sect..."

The demonic cultivator licked his chapped lips and let out a few low, eerie laughs that echoed through the empty, dilapidated temple, lingering for a long time.

……

The wind and snow continued to rage, like countless tiny ice blades lashing the wilderness.

Granny Wang, her body hunched over, trudged through the knee-deep snow.

Her cloudy old eyes were fixed on the intermittent, unevenly deep footprints ahead, and she kept cursing:

"You damned little slut! Run! Let's see where you can run to!"

This silver-haired girl is truly ruthless. Despite only having the cultivation level of the first level of Qi Refining, she managed to escape right under my nose!

Not far ahead, a thin figure staggered and ran.

It was Xu Xinming, whose arm was twisted and whose mouth was bleeding.

Her face was deathly pale, her breathing rapid, and each step she took left a deep mark on the snow.

Although she temporarily shook off Wang Po with her ruthlessness and unexpected escape strategy.

However, his injuries were severe, his spiritual energy was exhausted, and he was at his last gasp.

"Hehe...Run, run faster..."

Xu Xinming heard Wang Po's footsteps and curses getting closer and closer.

She turned around abruptly, a hint of madness flashing in her crimson eyes.

But more than anything, it was an almost pathological excitement.

The act of chasing and being chased seemed to bring her a twisted kind of pleasure.

The girl turned to Wang Po, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

Seeing this, Wang Po became even angrier and sped up even more.

The two chased and fled, like two trapped beasts struggling in a desperate situation on this desolate snowfield.

"When I catch you, I'll break your legs first!"

With a fierce determination, Granny Wang quickened her pace.

The wind and snow grew heavier, and the world was shrouded in a vast expanse of white, with extremely low visibility.

The footprints on the snow gradually became blurred, and Wang Po had to slow down and carefully identify them.

She was anxious and uneasy, for the master of the Crossing Love Sect had given her a death order!

If she couldn't find that girl, or if she died, what would become of her... Granny Wang dared not think about it. She only felt a chill run from her tailbone straight to the top of her head.

"rustle……"

Suddenly, a slight rustling sound came from the dead bushes not far ahead.

Wang Po's heart tightened, and she immediately held her breath and crept over silently.

She pushed aside the snow-covered branches and saw a stiff-bodied wild rabbit lying in the snow, with a small blood hole in its neck, the blood not yet completely congealed.

Next to the hare, there were several clear, small footprints!
"You dare to stop hunting?!" Granny Wang was both shocked and furious.

What's astonishing is this girl's temperament. Despite being severely injured and having exhausted her spiritual power, she still has the leisure to hunt wild rabbits for food.

What angered me was that this girl dared to disregard me so much!
She followed the new footprints and, not far away, found the tracks again in a sheltered mountain hollow.

In the mountain valley, a small bonfire was lit, and a rabbit was roasting and sizzling on the fire.

"That's all we can do. You must be hungry... Sigh, what a silly girl. It's alright, you'll be able to eat in a bit. Oh dear, let Old Dog Chen feed you, okay? Let him live for now."

Xu Xinming ignored Wang Po, talking to herself as she sat by the campfire, hugging her knees. Her voice was unusually gentle.

The basket was placed beside her.

Xu Xinming bent down, her fair and slender hands reaching into the dark basket, as if groping for something inside.

In her crimson pupils,

From the empty basket, those slender hands pulled out a petite little girl, wearing a rabbit fur coat and with tears streaming down her face.

"What is this little brat doing?"

Granny Wang felt a chill run down her spine.

She slowly approached, her withered hands regaining their spiritual light, preparing to seize Xu Xinming—

"boom!"

A deep rumble of thunder suddenly echoed from the sky!

Immediately afterwards, a streak of light, as dazzling as a flash of lightning in broad daylight, descended from the sky at an incredible speed and landed directly between the two of them!
Snow waves rolled and air currents surged!
As the light faded, two figures were revealed.

A man dressed in a blue robe, with a handsome face, was none other than Chen Ye, who was extremely anxious!

The other person was an elderly man with white hair and beard and a simple, ancient face.

His aura was as deep and profound as the sea; he was none other than Sun Zhenren, the Foundation Establishment Protector of the Lingyin Sect!

Sun Zhenren stood on a flying sword,
With one hand gently supporting Chen Ye, and the other holding an antique bronze mirror.

The mirror reflected a shimmering light, pointing directly at the disheveled Wang Po.

"The Demon-Detecting Mirror has sensed something; demonic energy remains here!"

Sun Zhenren's gaze, sharp as lightning, fell upon Wang Po, his voice not loud.

But this terrified Wang Po so much that her soul almost left her body!

She never expected that a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Lingyin Sect would personally track down the matter to this place!

How can it be?

So many people die and go missing every day in the market.

Why did they have to target her?

It’s over! All is lost!

Could it be that Ping Zhuo has some extraordinary identity?
The next moment, Wang Po's eyes flickered, and she noticed Chen Ye.

original……

It's because of Chen Ye!
But how could a mere rogue cultivator like him invite a Foundation Establishment True Person?

Wang Po instinctively wanted to turn around and run away.

However, under the pressure of a Foundation Establishment True Person, her Qi Refining Level 3 cultivation was like an ant, and even moving her feet became extremely difficult.

"Hmph! Remnants of demonic cultivation, trying to escape?"

Master Sun snorted coldly, not even bothering to glance at Granny Wang.

He flicked his finger, and a seemingly faint ray of light shot out from his fingertip.

The light, though seemingly slow, contained a chilling power, instantly catching up with the staggering Wang Po and piercing her heart.

"puff……"

Before Wang Po could even let out a scream, her body slumped down like a rag doll.

She was not dead, but lying on the ground unable to move.

Chen Ye looked at the scene before him, but his heart was not greatly moved.

His only concern now was the white fur ball curled up in the snow, trembling all over.

"Qingjun!"

Chen Ye quickly stepped forward, took off his black cloak, and wrapped it tightly around the small, thin body.

The skin was icy cold to the touch, and the girl's body was still trembling uncontrollably.

He examined Qingjun's arm and found that the bone was broken and the wound was gruesome, causing him to frown deeply.

It seemed to have sensed a familiar, warm feeling.

The girl, whose eyes were originally closed, trembled a few times with her long eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes.

His large, clear eyes were filled with confusion and grievance.

And the sense of relief and dependence she felt upon seeing Chen Ye.

"Master...Master..."

The voice was hoarse and weak, with a strong nasal tone and a sobbing quality.

"Qingjun, I'm hungry!!!"

　The initial order is 1950, plus a basic ten-day period, which will amount to 10,000 per day per month!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)