Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 79 He Qi's Invitation (410)

After playing around for a while, the two disciples also began their cultivation.

Looking at the sullen Qingjun,
Chen Ye still intends to find a proper body-strengthening technique for Qing Jun.

The Heavy Body Technique is just a common martial art, and Qingjun doesn't have a proficiency panel, so it's not very useful for her to learn it.

Moreover, it may also affect physical development.

At this time, she is in the prime of her growth, so how could she overexert herself?

Otherwise... you'll be a little dumpling your whole life.

However, Chen Ye has other things to do right now.

After mastering the Body-Replenishing Technique, one's strength surpasses that of the past.

He weighed the iron sword in his hand, feeling somewhat helpless.

It hasn't been long since it was reforged, and it already needs to be reforged again...

The weight of the iron sword is no longer sufficient to increase the proficiency of the Heavy Body Technique.

exactly,

These past few days, Yunxifang has been freezing cold, and the market was only reopened yesterday.

Chen Ye's neighbor, Ping Zhuo, was also forced to stay at home due to this.

Chen Ye acted on his idea immediately and got up to visit his neighbors.

The neighbor's gate was ajar, and a few faint meows could be heard from within.

Curious, Chen Ye took a few steps forward and peered through the crack in the door.

It wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't looked, but once he did, Chen Ye couldn't help but chuckle.

There stood a burly, unsmiling weapon refiner.

At this moment, she was carefully crouching under the eaves, holding a snow-white kitten in her arms.

The kitten's hind leg appeared to be injured, and it was haphazardly bandaged with a strip of cloth.

Ping Zhuo was looking down, gently stroking the kitten's head with his rough fingers.

He was soothingly muttering to himself, his expression gentle, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor.

"Meow..." The kitten seemed to feel a little better, letting out a soft meow and rubbing against Ping Zhuo's palm.

Pingzhuo gave a simple, honest smile and said softly, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore. It'll be fine in a bit."

Chen Ye suddenly realized that this towering man actually had such a soft side and liked such cute little things.

She recalled the various misunderstandings that had arisen between her and Pingzhuo because of his poor communication skills.

Chen Ye's face flushed slightly, and he felt ashamed in his heart.

Perhaps sensing the commotion outside the door, Ping Zhuo suddenly raised his head.

Upon seeing that it was Chen Ye, the gentleness on her face froze instantly, replaced by a hint of panic and embarrassment.

He frantically tried to hide the kitten, but was afraid of hurting it, and was at a loss for what to do.

Seeing this, Chen Ye coughed lightly, pushed open the courtyard gate and walked in, saying with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Ping, what a refined taste you have."

Ping Zhuo blushed and stammered, "Fellow Daoist Chen... what brings you here? This... this is my friend's kitten. It accidentally hurt its leg, so I... I'm here to take a look at it."

Chen Ye chuckled inwardly but didn't point it out. He simply went along with the man's words and said, "Fellow Daoist Ping is truly kind-hearted. By the way, I've come today to ask for your help."

Upon hearing this, Ping Zhuo felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly and gently placed the kitten on the soft cushion beside him, stood up and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, please feel free to ask for my instructions. As long as it is within my power, I will not refuse."

However, her eyes would occasionally glance at Chen Ye, with a hint of pleading.

Chen Ye understood and, without beating around the bush, directly stated his purpose: he wanted Ping Zhuo to help reforge the iron sword and increase its weight.

Upon hearing that it was about weapon forging, Ping Zhuo immediately perked up, patting his chest and saying, "Leave this to me! But... Fellow Daoist Chen, what do you think about my matter..."

He pointed at the kitten, looking troubled.

Chen Ye smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Ping, rest assured, I will not say anything more about today's matter. It's just that this iron sword..."

Seeing that Chen Ye was so cooperative, Ping Zhuo was overjoyed and quickly said, "Fellow Daoist Chen, rest assured, I will forge your iron sword with all my heart! I will also give you a discount on the price!" He was going all out to keep Chen Ye quiet.

Chen Ye noticed that Ping Zhuo was all dressed up and ready to go, and casually asked, "I see that Fellow Daoist Ping is going to work at the Lingbao Pavilion? In this freezing weather, why do you still need to start forging weapons?"

Upon hearing this, Ping Zhuo gave a wry smile: "Sigh, it's all because the Jade Lizard Society is pressing us so hard, eager to forge a batch of magical artifacts."

He paused, then added, "But don't worry, Fellow Daoist Chen, I will prioritize forging your iron sword."

During the conversation, Pingzhuo remembered something else and bowed to Chen Ye, saying:

"Speaking of which, I must admire Fellow Daoist Chen. When the beast tide attacked and the market was in chaos, you were able to protect my disciple at the first moment of crisis. You are truly a person of great loyalty and righteousness!"

Ping Zhuo came from a sect, unlike ordinary rogue cultivators.

Ordinary rogue cultivators might outwardly praise him while inwardly disdain him, but he genuinely admired Chen Ye's actions.

Chen Ye was embarrassed by what he said.

He discovered that these disciples of major sects were indeed very different in temperament from ordinary rogue cultivators.

Despite his appearance, Ping Zhuo is a genuine Qi Refining Level 7 cultivator!
He and Kong Hongxuan are at the same level.

His status was even higher than that of Kong Hongxuan.

But their personalities were completely different...

Even when Chen Ye encountered Li Qiuyun, although her attitude was aloof, she wouldn't go too far openly.

Of course, Chen Ye did not discriminate against independent cultivators.

As the saying goes, "Bad people come from poor and remote areas."
If independent cultivators aren't ruthless, they'll find it hard to survive.

Afterwards, Chen Ye and Ping Zhuo agreed on the forging of the iron sword, paid a deposit of fifteen spirit stones, and then took his leave.

Not far from Ping Zhuo's house, they ran into He Qi.

Upon seeing Chen Ye, He Qi's face lit up with joy, and he quickly stepped forward, saying, "Brother Chen, what a coincidence to meet you here. I have something to discuss with you; may I speak with you in private?"

Seeing He Qi's solemn expression, Chen Ye nodded.

He Qi looked around and lowered his voice:
"Brother Chen, are you short of money lately? I've discovered a great place where you can find some good stuff at reasonable prices, but... the location is a bit unusual. Would you be interested in going with me?"

"Brother He, are you referring to the black market?" Chen Ye frowned.

To be honest.

Chen Ye didn't want to go to that kind of place.

He's never eaten pork, but he's seen pigs run.

It goes without saying that such a chaotic place is the easiest place to encounter a cultivator who has been robbed.

He Qi saw Chen Ye's worry and smiled nonchalantly:
“Brother Chen, given our friendship, how could I possibly harm you? If you had to call it that, you could call it the black market, but the accurate name is actually the Wuxiang Ghost Market.”

Upon hearing the words "Ghost Market," Chen Ye became even more worried.

Seeing the doubt on Chen Ye's face, He Qi praised:

"Brother Chen is indeed cautious and prudent in his actions! That's why I feel at ease with him!"

Chen Ye was already used to He Qi's praise, and sighed:

"Brother He, please don't joke around. Why don't you explain this Formless Ghost Collection to me?"

Chen Ye had no choice.

He Qi had saved his life, so it was difficult for him to refuse.

I had no choice but to be patient and listen to his explanation.

He Qi lowered his voice, his tone enigmatic:

“Brother Chen, this Wuxiang Ghost Market is indeed special. It’s not like an ordinary market with a fixed location and time. It just so happens that things are not stable right now... so, the Wuxiang Ghost Market is being held recently.”

"The term 'formless' refers to the fact that most of the participants in the gathering conceal their appearance, and no one knows each other's true identities. Precisely because of this, there are fewer concerns when it comes to trading."

"As for the word 'ghost,' it has several meanings. First, it means that the time and place of this market are unpredictable. Second, it also refers to the goods traded at the market, which are diverse and varied. Some of these items are of unknown origin, or are rare treasures that are hard to find in ordinary markets, or even some... well, items that are not convenient to trade openly. All of these may be found at the Ghost Market."

(End of this chapter)