Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 1 Master, have some tea

Thunder rumbled and the wind howled, whipping the thatched rooftops into a frenzy.

Wow…

Rainwater streamed down the dilapidated roof and pelted the face of the middle-aged man lying in bed.

Two lines of clear tears slowly streamed down the middle-aged man's face.

"Where the hell did I put this?"

Chen Ye wiped away his tears; his palm stung with pain from a cut.

These hands were covered in calluses, and dark brown dirt was embedded in their fingernails.

Those hands look like those of a farmer who has toiled half his life.

He closed his eyes, then opened them again.

Outside the dilapidated roof, a torrential downpour raged in the dark sky.

The air was filled with a damp, sour smell, mixed with a faint, refreshing scent of herbs.

The walls were made of blue bricks, and the interior was cluttered.

Besides the earthen bed where he was lying, there were two overturned wooden frames and a solid wooden box.

The ground was muddy, littered with debris and broken pieces of wine jugs.

Chen Ye lay on the earthen bed with lifeless eyes, like a dead fish, his heart ashen.

Just two hours ago, he was enjoying his rare single day off as a corporate slave.

I drew the curtains and turned on the computer.

With a four-yuan lemonade in hand, I'm happily playing a dark fantasy game.

I finally reached the ending and was watching the flashback CG of the world-destroying demoness Xu Qingjun.

With one blink of an eye, I found myself lying in this dilapidated house that resembled a pigsty.

The constant stream of fragmented memories flooding his mind completely shattered his last shred of hope.

His predecessor shared the same name and surname; he was a legendary cultivator.

He was just over forty years old and an ordinary herbalist in Yunxi Village, with a cultivation level of the fourth level of Qi Refining.

He also trained two apprentices to assist him.

Logically speaking, its predecessor should never have ended up in this situation.

But what can you do when your predecessor was a street urchin who would spend the spirit stones he earned?

Lazy by nature, addicted to alcohol and gambling, idle and lazy...

He adopted two apprentices simply to serve him.

He would either beat or scold them on a daily basis.
A birth within a birth!

Yesterday, he even went to flirt with a female cultivator who had just arrived at Yunxi Workshop.

But Old Deng didn't expect the female cultivator to have a Daoist partner, and was beaten half to death by her man on the spot.

If it weren't for the fact that they were new to the area and didn't want to kill anyone, Old Deng would already be dead!

well played!
Chen Ye felt a surge of relief, but he immediately realized that he had become the old man, and his feelings were complicated and hard to describe.

Moreover, the cultivation world is rife with monsters, powerful demonic forces, and plagued by natural and man-made disasters, making it a perilous place.

How could this green young man from a harmonious society possibly live a peaceful life?

In the cold wind, a strong sense of loneliness enveloped Chen Ye.

For a moment, all hope was lost.

"Teacher...master."

Suddenly, from some unknown corner, a weak murmur came out.

Chen Ye was startled, only then remembering that there was another apprentice in the room.

and many more……

The evil deeds of the previous life seeped into his mind.

After suffering a setback yesterday, the former self drank himself into a rage. His young apprentice timidly fed him tea to sober him up, but the former self took his anger out on her.

Chen Ye's hand trembled suddenly, and his gaze instinctively pierced the corner of the room.

There should have been two rows of wooden shelves there, but now they were leaning and overturned, with debris and shards of wine jugs mixed together in a chaotic mess. Amidst the broken porcelain, a little girl with silver hair was curled up.

Her lifeless eyes were staring blankly at her, and she murmured:

"Qingjun, serve tea to Master..."

Seemingly afraid of Chen Ye's anger, she mustered her last bit of strength and struggled under the wooden frame.

But her petite body was still unable to move under the weight of the wooden frame.

Its predecessor, what a birth!
How could you bear to harm your own apprentice?
A nameless rage surged within Chen Ye.

He lifted the damp quilt and was about to get up when the excruciating pain in his head made him curl up.

He instinctively touched the back of his head, his hand covered in blood.

The wounds from the severe injuries inflicted on his predecessor by the cultivator were still bleeding, causing Chen Ye to feel dizzy from the pain.

"do not move!"

Chen Ye suppressed his dizziness and shouted in a low voice, staggering towards the corner of the wall.

The wooden frame creaked so loudly it made your teeth ache, and he forcefully pushed it open with his shoulder.

The little girl's thin clothes were already soaked with sewage. When Chen Ye reached out to help her, the little girl instinctively shrank back.

"Master, Qingjun knows she was wrong..."

Her chapped lips moved, revealing her gums, which were missing a baby tooth.

Chen Ye then noticed that the girl was clutching half a ceramic teapot in her right hand, with murky tea still remaining on the broken spout.

"The teapot... is broken... Master, we can't drink the tea."

Qingjun's blank eyes darted around, and tears welled up in her large eyes, splashing into the tea.

Seeing the little girl's tears flowing more and more, and bloodshot veins appearing on the clear whites of her eyes, Chen Ye felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

A girl of this age is a delicate flower bud, yet she has been ravaged by her predecessor.

Under the girl's blank stare, Chen Ye took the teapot, enduring his headache, and spoke calmly:
"It's okay, you can still drink it even if it's spoiled."

Strangely enough, as soon as these words were spoken...

Qingjun's tears stopped abruptly, and she stared blankly at herself.

Even on that pale little face, a glimmer of hope appeared.

Given his past life, how could he have such a filial disciple?

Chen Ye sighed and brought the teapot to his lips.

Coincidentally, the child's name is exactly the same as the world-destroying demoness in the game "Immortal Fall," both being named Xu Qingjun.

In Xu Qingjun's recollection.

During her mortal days, she poisoned her severely injured master with a pot of tea laced with poison, thus taking her first step in cultivation...

The cool tea seeped into my lips.

Chen Ye's pupils contracted, landing on Qing Jun's ashen face.

Her eyes were large, but slightly narrow, with a black mole at the corner of her eye.

Xu Qingjun in "The Fall of the Immortals" is an incomparably beautiful enchantress with phoenix eyes and a mole on her face!
An absurd idea surfaced in Chen Ye's mind.

Could these two Xu Qingjuns be the same person?
Did he transmigrate into the game "Immortal's Fall"?

Did they travel back 500 years in advance?
Xu Qingjun poisoned her master, but that happened 500 years before the main storyline began!
But how could this pitiful little girl in front of me be the same person as the aloof and peerless world-destroying demon in the game's storyline?
The silver-haired little girl paused, her breath catching in her throat, when she saw Chen Ye stop.

Her two thin legs, as thin as sticks, trembled unnaturally, and a look of terror appeared in her phoenix eyes.

Her legs gave way and she collapsed onto the muddy ground.

A pool of murky yellow liquid spread from under his buttocks into the rainwater.

This is the situation.

Chen Ye gripped the teapot tightly, realizing everything; there was definitely something wrong with this tea!
The tea soup tingled with a sour and bitter taste on the back of his tongue. Chen Ye's Adam's apple bobbed as he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the little girl's pupils were gradually becoming unfocused.

"Ugh, this tea..."

He deliberately smacked his lips, then spat out the tea with a loud "hoarse" sound.
"It's too bitter, I'd rather not drink it."

　It's not a soul transfer.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)