Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 3 Repairing a Dilapidated Home
"This panel looks so familiar."

Chen Ye stood there for a while, the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed.

Isn't this the cheat he made in his previous life when playing the game "Immortal Meteor"?
Chen Ye generally doesn't like to use cheats when playing games, as he doesn't want to ruin the gaming experience.

However, the skill advancement in this game was too difficult, so Chen Ye had no choice but to add a cheat.

You can gain proficiency by continuously practicing.

The process involves continuous breakthroughs from beginner to intermediate to advanced to perfect. Even after reaching perfection, one can continue to break through and achieve qualitative changes.

Having this panel also means that the five spiritual roots that had been hindering the development of his predecessor have now become his greatest asset.

Because the Five Elemental Roots represent the vast majority of cultivation techniques and spells available to Chen Ye in the cultivation world!

Chen Ye's hand, gripping the jade knife, began to tremble.

The old man was horrified: "Brother Chen, say something! Is my Qingling Grass beyond saving?"

Raindrops the size of copper coins pattered against the eaves, and the aroma of steaming taro wafted from Li Dagen's kitchen.

Chen Ye's mouth watered at the smell, and he licked his lips.
"There's hope! There's hope! I was just thinking about how to deal with these pests."

He pinched the wilted leaf with two fingers, and with the jade knife, he cut down along the veins, and a black worm the size of a sesame seed rolled onto the muddy ground mixed with blood.

His predecessor's hands were faster than his brain; with a flick of the knife tip, he spun it into a flower.

The pests can be easily cut along the aerial roots of the Qingling grass without damaging the grass itself.

On the panel, the skill "Swift Blade Technique" increased directly from [150/200] to [170/200].

After dealing with the pests, Chen Ye pressed his fingertips onto the meridians of the Qingling Grass, and the warm, moist wood spirit energy nourished the Qingling Grass along the leaf veins.

"Zi-"

The green grass trembled violently, and dozens of tiny black dots, the size of sesame seeds, appeared on the back of the grass leaves. These insect eggs curled up into balls and rolled downwards.

Chen Ye reacted quickly, pulling out half a rhinoceros horn incense stick from his waist pouch. He rubbed the fingernail-sized piece in his palm, creating wisps of smoke: "Go!"

The smoke column coiled around the grass stem like a snake, and the insect eggs burst open one after another, splashing out a pale green sap.

"Healed. As usual, one spirit stone will suffice..."

Chen Ye wiped the jade knife on his trouser leg, then carefully and solemnly put it back into the leather pouch.
Smelling the fresh aroma of taro, Chen Ye changed the subject...
"It's not easy to come out in the middle of the night, give me two more taro."

The old man was stunned for a moment. Usually, Brother Chen was so self-sufficient that he could eat his fill and his whole family had no worries. He used his spirit stones to eat and drink well. Why would he take a fancy to his taro?

Without saying a word, he turned around and went to the kitchen, took three hot taro and stuffed them into Chen Ye's arms, which burned Chen Ye so much that he grimaced.

"Give one more to the child, Brother Chen, don't take your anger out on the child, it's a terrible thing to do."

The old man spoke with great emphasis, then carefully took out a spirit stone from his pocket and handed it to Chen Ye.

Chen Ye remained silent; saying more would be meaningless.

With this proficiency panel, training apprentices won't be too difficult.

Ignoring the heat, he tucked the taro tightly into his bosom.

It was raining heavily when he went out. He hunched his shoulders and ran towards the dilapidated house, afraid that the food in his arms would get cold, and that the little girl probably hadn't had a hot meal for three days.

It was already dark, and the crooked door of the dilapidated house creaked in the wind, with slivers of light leaking through the cracks.

His heart tightened, and he quickly pushed open the door.

Qingjun was tiptoeing to hang the raincoat on the wooden frame when Chen Ye pushed the door open, startling her so much that the raincoat fell down and covered her head with thatch.

"Is your leg alright?"

Chen Ye's chest was bulging with steam, and his trouser legs were still dripping wet.

Qingjun hurriedly picked up the raincoat from the ground, her fingers scratched by the burrs, leaving bloody marks, and tears fell down her cheeks again.

Inside the room, the little girl had already tidied it up neatly.

She swept the broken wine jug shards behind the door into a small mound, propped up the heavy wooden shelves, and neatly put the fallen items back on the shelves.

This girl is so sensible... Chen Ye felt a pang of heartache and took the taro out of his pocket.

When Qingjun smelled the aroma, she immediately raised her dirty little face, stared at the taro, and swallowed hard. The bruise on her neck that had been pinched moved with her.

He glanced at the blood seeping from the bandages on the little girl's leg, then took out the largest one and stuffed it into her hand:
"Your leg isn't healed yet, so rest quietly. Eat it while it's hot."

Qingjun held the taro as if she were holding a hot coal, feeling extremely awkward.

She glanced at Chen Ye and saw that the man had already broken his penis in half and was eating it in large bites.

"Goo-"

Qingjun's stomach rumbled, but she couldn't care less about anything else and buried her face in the taro, munching away.

The warm, sweet taste slid down my throat.

Master, you still want to sell her to be used as a furnace, don't you?

A fattened dog is easy to slaughter, a fattened apprentice is easy to sell...

The little girl was overcome with grief. She ate heartily through her tears, determined to die a full-bodied ghost!
Chen Ye had no time to pay attention to the little girl's thoughts. After finishing the last bite of taro, he started studying the control panel.

In the blink of an eye, the panel appears in your field of vision, but it has no interactive functions.

Simple and plain, just like Chen Ye's illusion.

He casually picked up a ceramic bowl filled with rainwater from the corner of the wall and washed his face. The icy rainwater, mixed with the smell of mud, slid into his collar.

He shivered from the cold, and his drowsy mind instantly cleared.

But the panel still kept appearing in front of me.

"Sigh... I wish it were all an illusion."

Chen Ye was lost in thought. He leaned against the damp wall. The rain outside was gradually stopping, and a cold wind carrying dampness was blowing in through the holes in the roof.

The little girl knelt on the straw mat, desperately eating taro, looking like a starving ghost reincarnated.

She was pale and emaciated, resembling a skeleton, with old and new whip marks on her thin back.

Don't let her seemingly obedient appearance fool you; she tried to poison him not long ago, and she's probably still plotting how to get back at him.

Indeed, the predecessor deserved to die.

But now Chenye has become its predecessor.

Xu Qingjun, in the future, will still be a world-destroying demoness.

This woman is bound to become a great threat!

Chen Ye subconsciously touched the leather whip at his waist. The bone-scraping whip that his predecessor used was still wrapped around his waist, the rough whip tip stained with dark brown blood scabs.

All he had to do was wrap his arms around the little girl's neck, and who cares if she was a witch or a demon? She was just a little blonde girl now...

"Hiccup~"

The little girl ate too fast and accidentally choked, so she scooped up some muddy rainwater from the ground and drank it.

Finally, he let out a satisfied burp.

After eating, the little girl curled up on the straw mat, propped her head up with her elbows, and dozed off.

"Da da……"

It was too cold, and the house was drafty. The little dumpling on the straw mat was chattering, its tiny body almost curled up into a ball.

"Ugh."

Chen Ye loosened his grip on the bone-scraping whip, stepped on the creaking wooden frame, and tore down the hanging raincoat to plug the leak.

The thatch mixed with mud was used to patch the hole, which finally slowed down the dripping water.

He dismantled half of a dry wooden frame for firewood, and after snapping his fingers for a long time, a spark finally appeared. He moved closer to the firewood and managed to get the flame to ignite.

(End of this chapter)