Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 15 The First Pot of Gold
Chen Ye, seeing it was this old man, perked up:
“Senior, we just met not long ago. This silver scale flower is the same one you saw six days ago.”

The old man with the goatee looked like an expert, and with the smell of herbs all over him, he resembled the stereotypical alchemist.

Alchemists are never really poor!

The old man exclaimed in surprise, squinted and looked Chen Ye up and down, then slapped his thigh:
"It really is you, kid. I didn't recognize you after just a few days."

Although this kid still looks shabby, he's a far cry from the down-and-out beggar from a few days ago.

"Is this the same spirit flower that was afflicted by demonic energy?"

The old man with the goatee examined the silver scale flower and soon confirmed his guess.

He had devoted most of his life to the study of herbs, and he still possessed the necessary expertise.

What appear identical to other spiritual plants are, in his eyes, infinitely different.

The old man's withered fingers gently rested on the silver-veined leaves.

The once withered roots and stems of the Silver Scale Flower are now plump and glossy, and even the serrated edges of the petals, which were corroded by demonic energy, are sprouting new buds.

Chen Ye rubbed his hands together, suppressing his excitement, and said with a forced smile, "Senior, what do you think?"

"What a trick!"

The old man clapped his hands in amazement, becoming increasingly astonished as he looked, his eyes lingering on the subject.

"Demonic pollution has always been the most troublesome problem for spiritual plants, but this Silver Scale Flower, apart from a slight flaw in the first cut, has perfectly flawless cuts! When did Yunxi Workshop produce such a person?"

Chen Ye's heart skipped a beat. The old man's shocked expression made him uneasy.

He suddenly understood his disciple's reaction—the more he tried to be friendly, the more afraid his disciple became.

When things go beyond expectations, it often makes people feel like they're losing control.

He seems to have underestimated the word "perfect" on the panel?

What is perfection?

That is, it is perfect and without any flaws!

Fortunately, it's just a low-level spell, so it shouldn't cause too much of a stir.

The two girls behind him looked somewhat nervous.

Zhiwei even started to have wild thoughts: Could it be... that Chen Ye used a trick?
Otherwise, how could he possibly have such abilities!

Chen Ye did not recognize the old man with the goatee, but Wei did.

The old man is the head of the Herbal Hall, not only a plant expert but also an alchemist!
Ben Cao Tang is a time-honored brand that rivals Miao Dan Ge!
Chen Ye pushed the flowerpot forward half an inch: "Senior, would you like to inspect it? I guarantee there won't be any problems!"

The old man with the goatee nodded, put two fingers together on the soil, and the green awns seeped into the flowerpot from his fingertips.

The silver-scaled flowers suddenly moved without wind, and tiny dewdrops of spiritual energy condensed in their stamens.

This is a sign that the plant is healthy!
"Returning to the origin, vitality is hidden. It's just that the condition is not yet good, and the young friend is not well nourished, but it's not a big deal."

The old man with the goatee withdrew his finger and nodded in satisfaction.

His gaze towards Chen Ye held a hint of admiration:
"Indeed, people in this world are restless, yet you, young friend, have been able to devote yourself to mastering the Swift Blade Technique. It is truly rare! You must have practiced this technique since childhood to have reached your current level. This skill alone is enough to ensure you have no worries about food and drink!"

Chen Ye gave a polite smile.

The original owner had practiced for twenty years but had only just achieved mastery, while I only spent five days to reach perfection.

"I won't say much more. Eighteen spirit stones, I'll buy it."

As the old man with the goatee spoke, he touched his thumb ring, and with a flash of inspiration, a small bag of spirit stones appeared in his palm.

This is a storage ring!
There are two main types of storage artifacts in the market.

One type is a storage bag, which costs around thirty spirit stones; the other is a storage ring, which costs at least one hundred spirit stones!

Chen Ye took the spirit stone with a somewhat dazed expression and held it tightly.

That's eighteen spirit stones!

But upon seeing the old man's storage ring, his joy was dampened. He gave a self-deprecating laugh, thinking, "Poverty truly diminishes one's ambition."

I was on tenterhooks all day because of those eighteen spirit stones.

With the proficiency panel, sooner or later he will be able to wear a storage ring!

The old man with the goatee carefully put away the silver-scaled flower and looked at Chen Ye with a smile:
"My name is Ye Li, and I am the head of the Herbal Medicine Hall. Recently, the outer disciples of the Lingyin Sect will be coming to the Three Thousand Mountains for trials, and the hall is in short supply of spiritual herbs. In the future, you can go directly to the Herbal Medicine Hall to sell them. I guarantee you won't be taken advantage of."

"Senior, what is the Lingyin Sect's outer disciple trial all about?"

Chen Ye asked curiously, trying to obtain as much information as possible.

Although he has fragmented memories of his predecessor, the predecessor has been living a life of debauchery and disregarding the outside world for many years, which has resulted in Chen Ye not knowing much about his surroundings.

It's true what they say: if the predecessors slack off, the successors will suffer!

Old Man Ye was in a good mood and said calmly:

"You only recently arrived at Yunxi Market? Yunxi Market is a market under the Lingyin Sect. The Lingyin Sect holds an outer sect competition once a year to select inner sect disciples. The trial location is in the Three Thousand Mountains."

"These disciples are all big fat sheep. Every year during the grand competition, it's a time when Yunxi Workshop makes a fortune!"

No wonder this old man keeps wandering around the free trade zone; it turns out he's preparing for his outer disciples' business.

Chen Ye felt a longing in his heart upon hearing this.

Good heavens, you must be mistaken.
I must be an unpopular outer disciple of the Lingyin Sect, with a sweet and lovely junior sister and a cold and arrogant senior sister.

After obtaining the cheat code, he made a name for himself in the outer sect competition, slapping those who looked down on him in the face.

He successfully entered the inner sect, competed with the most outstanding talents, and finally won the heart of the beauty.

But how did he become a peasant herb farmer?

He's still a middle-aged old man!

Although there were two exceptionally beautiful young fairies by my side...

Chen Ye glanced at his two young apprentices behind him.

Qingjun was biting her nails, her eyes following the sugar figurine stall, swallowing hard.

The little girl noticed her master was looking her over, and she trembled with fright. She quickly straightened her back and looked straight ahead.

Zhiwei's bangs obscured his eyes, making him appear cold and gloomy, and he remained motionless.

But Chen Ye noticed that as soon as he looked her over, the young girl secretly clenched her sleeves, her thin lips slightly pursed, inadvertently revealing the fear in her heart.

The two girls were so thin and short, how could they possibly show any of the grace of fairies?
Forget it...

It's quite good to raise them.

Chen Ye tried to find humor in his predicament, but still asked with a glimmer of hope, "Senior, how can an ordinary rogue cultivator join the Lingyin Sect? For example... me?"

Old Man Ye laughed so hard his back was bent low:
"Young friend, young friend, I call you young friend only because I am over eighty years old! You, who are half buried in the yellow earth, still expect to enter the sect? Ordinary outer disciples are not even half your age!"

"Besides, judging from your appearance, you're most likely a five-elemental root. You should at least have four elemental roots before considering joining a sect! For example, my daughter has three elemental roots! At seventeen, she's already at the fifth level of Qi Refining. What makes you think you can compare?"

Chen Ye wasn't annoyed, and just grinned sheepishly, "I was just asking, I was just asking."

Don't let his age fool you, he's forty years old; his soul is still that of a twenty-four!

It's normal to have dreams...

However, I didn't expect that the old man's daughter was really talented. No wonder she works so hard to earn spirit stones at her age.

Chen Ye felt refreshed as he carried the heavy spirit stones.

With the spirit stone in hand, and looking around the bustling market, he felt an intangible sense of confidence.

After making money, it's time to spend it.

Chen Ye was brimming with enthusiasm: "Disciples, let's go! Just tell your master what you want to eat!"

(End of this chapter)