Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 4 Taking Inventory of Belongings
The fire crackled and sparked, casting the shadows of the two men onto the mottled wall, making Chen Ye's profile appear and disappear in the light.

He stared blankly at his reflection on the wall, and suddenly remembered the rented room in the urban village of his previous life.

That crappy place doesn't even have air conditioning.

It's hot in summer and cold in winter, and drafty everywhere.

To save money, he always buys cheap pre-cooked meals online and eats them with rice for all three meals a day.

It was tough, but at least life was peaceful, and he was very grateful for that time.

In fact, Chen Ye and Xu Qingjun are not much different, and Chen Ye even started from a lower point.

He was an orphan from a young age, helpless and alone, but in his previous life, he had the help of the country and kind-hearted people in society.

Although growing up has its unspeakable bitterness, one can eventually establish oneself in society and still enjoy playing games.

But Xu Qingjun lives in a cultivation world where people eat each other, and she also encounters a master who gave her birth...

Qingjun, still half asleep, brought her little feet, which were blue and bruised from the cold, closer to the fire pit. The soles of her tattered straw sandals had long been soaked in mud and water and turned white.

"Little girl, don't thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank my motherland from my past life."

Chen Ye thought to himself silently.

After he and Qingjun tidied up the dilapidated house, it was barely decent enough.

The fire kept the house out of the storm, and inside it was warm and cozy with a roaring fire, except for the slightly pungent smoke.

Fortunately, the dilapidated house was still drafty in many places, so it wasn't too choking.

Chen Ye was somewhat smug. As expected of him, he was skillful and clever!

Before they could even enjoy their happiness, the newly repaired hole in the roof started leaking again.

Depend on!
This lazy dog ​​in his previous life, as a cultivator, somehow lived like a great god in his past life!
Even the greatest masters at least live under a bridge for shelter from the wind and rain...

However, in the memories of its predecessor, Yunxifang rented out its houses.

A small courtyard house, only three spirit stones per month, with a minimum rental period of six months.

The environment is clean and orderly, and the living conditions are much better than here.

Thinking of this, Chen Ye reached into his pocket and pulled out a small cloth bag.

The bag was heavy, but with the reward from the old man, it only contained twelve spirit stones and thirty spirit sands.

Spirit sand is the smallest unit formed after spirit stones are crushed. It is commonly used by low-level cultivators when trading ordinary items. One hundred spirit sand can be exchanged for one spirit stone.

Chen Ye estimated that one spirit sand was roughly equivalent to the purchasing power of ten yuan in his previous life.

He was greatly disappointed and turned over the leather pouch at his waist.

There was quite a bit of clutter inside the skin.

There is half a rhinoceros horn incense stick, which is generally used to kill insect eggs on spiritual herbs. A complete piece sells for two spirit stones. The remaining half can probably be used four or five more times.

A small jade knife, which was the first-grade low-level magic weapon that the previous owner used for food, costing fifteen spirit stones when it was bought.

Two thin booklets.

A book called "Evergreen Technique" is a common wood-based cultivation technique in the cultivation world.

A book titled "Three Essential Spells for Spiritual Plants" records the "Immortal Removal Technique," the "Growth-Inducing Method," and the "Cloud and Rain Technique." These three spells correspond to insect repellent, growth-inducing, and nourishing, respectively.

The three pills were wrapped in gold foil. Two of them were Qi-restoring pills, which, as the name suggests, help restore spiritual power; the other was a Rejuvenation pill, which was used to heal injuries.

"Damn, no wonder he carries all those precious treasures that he can't sell."

Chen Ye's dream of moving was completely shattered.

But the book "Three Commonly Used Spells for Spiritual Plants" reminded him that, logically speaking, his predecessor had lived for forty years and must have learned some spells, big and small.

Why are there only two skills on the panel?
Chen Ye concentrated.

The panel only retains skills at the minor level and above. Could it be that these spells were preserved because their predecessors practiced them for a long time and thus retained their physical memories?
Thinking about it this way, Chen Ye immediately understood. After all, he was not the original body and could not perfectly inherit the original body's magic.

The original owner was just an inconspicuous figure among the many rogue cultivators, with limited talent and resources, and could only delve into a limited number of spells.

However, now that he has a proficiency panel, he can improve infinitely simply by constantly practicing!
Chen Ye couldn't help but smile slightly, but he quickly sighed again.

Even with the panel, he can only practice the "Three Commonly Used Spirit Plant Spells" and honestly become a spirit plant master.

"Let's slowly accumulate spirit stones first... Once we learn alchemy, weapon crafting, and talisman making, that's when we can really make money."

Chen Ye held the skin bag tightly in his arms and dozed off.

He dared not go to sleep immediately, fearing that Qingjun would spoil his plans again.

In his hazy dream, he saw himself become a renowned cultivator, breaking through the void and returning to his hometown. Just as his lips curled into a hook, preparing to begin his carefree life as an urban immortal king...

Suddenly, a silver-haired girl with phoenix eyes and a spirit sword in her hand descended from the sky, coldly shouting, "Old Deng, die!"

The next morning.

"!"

Chen Ye suddenly woke up from his drowsy state. The first thing he did was to reach for his phone on the bedside table with bleary eyes, only to find his hand covered in mud and water.

The straw raincoat I used to patch the roof last night had long since fallen to the ground and was tattered like a plastic bag.

Through the hole, one could see that the sun was just rising, the sunlight was bright, and a ray of sunlight fell on his face.

"So, it was a dream, yet it wasn't a dream after all..."

Chen Ye sighed deeply, his heart aching, and the intense loneliness almost suffocated him.

His loneliness was somewhat relieved when he saw the little silver-haired girl lying on the ground, dragging her injured leg to clean the mud.

In any case, at least there is a companion, even if there is a small threat.

As for Xu Qingjun's cultivation achieving success, that will have to wait for who knows how many centuries...

During this time, Chen Ye was confident that he could take good care of the little girl and make her give up her hatred.

In the game, Xu Qingjun killed her master and was caught by the old man in black.

Although the old man in black intended to let Xu Qingjun go, he only took the spirit stones from her former self and then left.

But the little girl panicked and ran away that very night to find her senior sister and escape.

For the next two hundred years, the fellow disciples wandered and roamed the cultivation world.

It wasn't until the people of the Hidden Immortal Sect discovered that Senior Sister Lu Zhiwei was the one destined for tribulation that they forcibly abducted her.

Xu Qingjun was left all alone.

Add to that a few misunderstandings—such as mistakenly believing that his senior sister had abandoned him for the sake of cultivation.

Xu Qingjun completely turned to the dark side, and ironically became the one who would later instigate disaster...

In "The Fall of the Immortals," both of these disciples were born for the Dark Ages five hundred years later.

At this time, their talents were not yet apparent, and to Chen Ye they were nothing more than two young girls.

As for what will happen hundreds of years from now?
Chen Ye couldn't care less about anything else. His predecessor had over-damaged his body, and his lifespan was reduced to only twenty-two years.

What does it have to do with Chen Ye when the floods come later?

He opened the panel and saw that in just one night, Changqing Gong had increased from [10/100] to [15/100].

That's right. Even if Chen Ye doesn't cultivate, as long as the technique is in operation, he can gain proficiency.

If it's five o'clock in the evening, it's ten o'clock in the day. In eight or nine days, you can master the Evergreen Skill.

I just don't know how much the "Great Growth and Green Function" can extend lifespan.

Generally speaking, wood-based martial arts techniques are believed to have the effect of prolonging life.

"Master, you're awake?" Qingjun asked timidly, clutching a rag.

The little girl was short, with silver hair that reached past her hips. She looked up at him with her small face upturned, looking like a white fluffy ball.

"Good job, very good, but be careful not to hurt your leg."

Seeing the tidy home, Chen Ye praised it with a smile.

The little girl showed no joy on her face; instead, she nervously gripped the rag, her gaze wandering.

Chen Ye caught a glimpse of the bulge in Qing Jun's arms and his heart skipped a beat.

This girl seems so guilty, could she be carrying a sharp knife?

However, he was a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining, which was worlds apart from Xu Qingjun, who was still a mortal.

But what if this girl continues to be so irrational and tries to harm him?

I... I'm not sure I can keep being soft-hearted.

Noticing Chen Ye's gaze, the little girl instinctively clutched her clothes, shrinking back timidly.

Chen Ye narrowed his eyes, not giving Qing Jun time to explain.

He took out what Qingjun had hidden, and his expression immediately changed.

(End of this chapter)