Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 54 Stocking up
By the time we returned to the market town, it was completely dark.

The courtyard was brightly lit, and two small figures were sweeping snow in the yard.

Chen Ye felt a warmth in his heart and pushed open the door to enter.

"Master!"

"Master."

The clear, childlike voice dispelled Chen Ye's fatigue and vigilance from the entire day.

He gave a gentle smile.

No matter how turbulent things are outside, at least when he returns home, there are people waiting for him.

"Did you have fun today?" Chen Ye asked casually.

Qingjun happily planted the broom in the snow, licking her lips: "So happy! Brother Xue and Sister Lin next door gave us so many pastries!"

Chen Ye froze.

Xue Chengjun and Lin Qiongyu have actually made their disciples call them "brother" and "sister"?

These two are really good at winning people over.

"Should I have fun with Master, or with them?" Chen Ye deliberately put on a serious face.

Qingjun blinked and said timidly, "Of course... it's with Master!"

"Oh? What's fun about it?"

"It's just... um..." The little girl was at a loss for words, her face contorted in confusion.

Chen Ye couldn't help but chuckle; teasing Qing Jun was a rare pleasure for him.

He bent down, pinched her little nose, and joked, "From now on, you have to call them uncle and aunt! Master is the older brother!"

Qingjun pouted, and the little girl said honestly, "Master isn't a brother! Master is an uncle!"

Chen Ye retorted angrily, "Not uncle! You're my brother, or you can call me father."

The little girl's eyes widened warily: "Master...how strange!"

Zhiwei silently swept the snow to the side. When she heard her master's words, a hint of wavering seemed to flash in her eyes beneath her bangs.

Master...do you really want to build a family with them?
But what if it's just for deception?
The black furball gritted its teeth and swung the broom even harder.

After teasing Qingjun,

Chen Ye suddenly said, "If your master is not your master, if your previous master is dead, and the person standing in front of you now is someone else... what would you think?"

He had wanted to be honest with the two girls a long time ago.

Even if he and his predecessor are no different... it's still better to say this than to make the two girls always be wary of him, right?

Upon hearing this, both girls fell silent.

Chen Ye was relieved to see this; the two children's reaction was exactly what he had expected.

After abusing someone, tell that you weren't the one who abused them and hope that past grievances can be wiped clean.

Would this person believe it?

Would you be willing to wipe the slate clean?
"Hmm... when you grow up, perhaps you will believe in your master."

Even though it was expected, Chen Ye couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed.

He didn't linger; time was of the essence, and he needed to seize the opportunity to cultivate.

……

Inside the cultivation room.

Chen Ye lifted the floor tiles, revealing a small cellar beneath a three-finger-thick bluestone slab.

This is the cellar he secretly dug over the past four days.

If discovered by the Lingyin Sect, they would have to pay several spirit stones in compensation.

Inside the cellar, the meat of the monsters hunted a few days ago was neatly stacked.

Some of the meat is marinated, while some is frozen using natural low temperatures.

Chen Ye stored the processed iron-backed pork in the cellar.

"Not bad, that's over two hundred catties of demon beast meat. The meat alone is worth seventy spirit stones. It's just a pity we don't have storage bags; storing it would be too troublesome."

This meat was not intended by Chen Ye to be used as a grain reserve.

They simply keep them for consumption, to nourish the body and improve cultivation.

Chen Ye resealed the cellar, planning to replenish supplies tomorrow.

He returned to the table and began to tally up his spoils for the day.
Of all the things Chen Ye cared about most, it was the masked cultivator's little sword.

The small sword was only three inches long, entirely blue, with a perfect surface and no nicks.

Back then, Gao Ming's first-tier low-grade magic sword clashed with a burst of Geng metal energy, and a nick appeared in it.

Clearly, the small sword is made of a higher-grade material than the high-grade magic sword.

Chen Ye attempted to infuse spiritual energy into the vessel.

Ritual artifacts generally do not possess spirituality and do not require refining.

Therefore, if one faces a cultivator whose cultivation level is far higher than one's own, one might even have their magical artifacts taken away.

"Om-"

The small sword rose to the surface in response.

Chen Ye, seeing an opportunity, was delighted and manipulated the small sword to hover in the air.

This is a mid-grade first-tier magic weapon! It's worth at least twenty spirit stones!
In terms of sheer power, it surpasses the power of Geng metal.

Fortunately, the masked cultivator lacked control over the small sword at the time, and was on the verge of losing control after being struck by the Geng metal energy.

Chen Ye put away the small sword and opened the Qi Concealment Technique, studying it carefully.

"The Concealing Qi Technique is a good thing. It can hide one's aura and will come in handy whether it's for escaping or launching a sneak attack in the future."

Besides, in the novels he had read before, which protagonist didn't know how to conceal their aura?

"Could it be that I, Chen Ye, will one day be able to play dumb and outsmart others?" Chen Ye began to look forward to it.

For example, if he achieves higher levels of cultivation later, and then encounters Bai Susu showing off in front of him again...
He immediately dispelled the concealment technique, revealing his profound cultivation level.

Then I pressed this aloof little girl onto my lap and spanked her hard...

Of course, Chen Ye was just indulging in wishful thinking.

Actually, this girl is a pretty good person.

Before parting, I made a special reminder to them.

"Da da……"

Chen Ye was still lost in his daydream when he suddenly heard small footsteps behind him.

He turned around and saw Zhiwei holding her small blanket, standing at the door of the cultivation room, silently watching him.

"Zhiwei, what's wrong?" Chen Ye asked, puzzled.

The black fluffy ball pursed its lips, its long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if it was hesitating.

She lowered her head, her voice barely audible:

“Master… Zhiwei wants to stay with Master.”

Chen Ye was taken aback.

This is the first time that my eldest disciple has taken the initiative to express affection.

In his memory, Zhiwei always tried to avoid him whenever possible.

The little black furball, clutching a blanket, looked particularly frail at the entrance to the cultivation room.

"If you stay with Master, then who will stay with Qingjun?"

Chen Ye's heart softened, and he stepped forward, intending to gently pick up the older girl.

However, just as he reached out his hand...

Zhiwei shrank back abruptly, like a startled bird.

"No...no need. Qingjun is asleep, Zhiwei doesn't need to stay with her."

Her voice trembled slightly, and her small hands gripped the blanket tightly.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Just then, a fluffy white head peeked out from the doorway.

Seeing that Zhiwei was not in bed, Qingjun curiously followed the sound.

The little girl rubbed her eyes, still sleepy, wrapped in a thick blanket, like a moving cotton candy, her body still exuding the warm scent of the blankets.

She stared blankly at the two people in the cultivation room, then trotted over with her short legs.

"Sister? Master? How come you're all together..."

The older girl suddenly buried her face in the blanket, becoming even more nervous.

I even felt a sense of guilt, like a thief caught in the act.

"Sister...why are you keeping this from Qingjun? What are you and Master doing?"

The little girl was very unhappy and stared intently at the older girl.

Zhiwei's fingers, gripping the blanket, sank deep into the bedding. She forced a calm tone and said, "I just came to take a look."

Why does Zhiwei seem a little afraid of Qingjun?
(End of this chapter)