Immortality begins with raising apprentices

Chapter 8 The Cold-Hearted Black Fur Ball

Chen Ye had just finished speaking.

The fat on Wang Po's face trembled; she was even more flustered this time than when Chen Ye had whipped her.

She cried out urgently to the maid who had come to deliver the message, "No, no, no, come back here! It's a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding!"

Granny Wang was so shocked that she broke out in a cold sweat.

She was just a servant in this tenement; withholding wages was a private matter and should never be brought up in public.

If this were to damage even a tiny bit of Miao Dan Ge's reputation, then she might as well just wait to die.

Granny Wang wiped the greasy sweat from her forehead and forced a smile:
"Master Chen! Elder Master Chen! You are the sworn brother of the Pavilion Master, how could we treat you unfairly! We should have given you twenty-five spirit sands, but I will give you thirty from my own pocket! That's a total of fifty spirit sands!"

Chen Ye took the money pouch, counted it carefully, and found there were indeed fifty coins. He picked out five and tossed them back.

"If I had known this would happen, why did I do it in the first place? I only took what I was entitled to, without troubling Wang Po to pay out of her own pocket. Also, that lash just now was for my apprentice! Furthermore, Zhiwei will no longer come to Miaodan Pavilion, please let Wang Po know."

Admittedly, Chen Ye was short of money, but he understood that it was best not to take advantage of others if he shouldn't.

The courtyard is crowded with people and eyes. If he were to take those five spirit sands, it would inevitably give others grounds for gossip, and his act of demanding wages would be distorted.

Granny Wang glanced at the eldest girl's swollen ear, rubbing five spirit stones in her hand, her expression shifting between light and dark.

Well, now she has no grounds for argument at all!
After Chen Ye left.

Only the nearby maids dared to approach Granny Wang and offer their concern.

Granny Wang covered her bleeding ear and said angrily, "I've figured it out now, this scoundrel is here to freeload at our Miaodan Pavilion! Look how much he cares about Miss Lu!"

A maid whispered, "Madam, should we inform the Master..."

"Forget it! You may not know how ugly he is, but I do! This guy has no shame, but I do!"

Granny Wang chuckled coldly, baring her teeth as she instructed the maid to apply ointment to her ears.

"What do you mean Lu girl won't come to our Miaodan Pavilion? It was the Pavilion Master who kindly helped this scoundrel back then, so we can't allow him to refuse!"

……

"Now he's really a shameless rogue, a fearless piece of meat. Oh well, he was shameless to begin with anyway."

Chen Ye chuckled self-deprecatingly. He weighed the amount of spirit sand in his hand, intending to return it to Zhiwei when he got back.

Fortunately, he met that perverted Zhang Laodao in the morning, which caused a subtle change in Chen Ye's mentality.

Otherwise, he might have had to swallow his anger and let his apprentice be bullied for nothing.

Qingjun pouted. Even his master knew he was shameless.

She remembered what had just happened; if her master hadn't intervened, her sister would have gotten a kick in the butt!

The little girl murmured, "Thank you, Master, for helping my sister..."

Upon hearing Qingjun's soft and sweet thanks, Chen Ye felt a little embarrassed:
"Haha, this is all what Master should do."

He glanced sideways at the exquisite and grand entrance of Miaodan Pavilion, a surge of anger from his past self rising within Chen Ye.

That's right.

His predecessor and Li Guangzong, the master of Miaodan Pavilion, were sworn brothers and had an extremely close relationship.

In his youth, he had a fortunate encounter with the "Hundred Herbs Elixir Classic" and they agreed to study the Dao of Elixir together. However, this fellow stole the book and it has disappeared without a trace.

In the blink of an eye, Li Guangzong had become the master of Miaodan Pavilion, while Chen Ye was just a mere herb farmer.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons for the decline of its predecessor.

Chen Ye sighed with emotion and continued to scrutinize Lu Zhiwei.

The older girl always lagged behind Chen Ye by three steps, her bangs obscuring her eyes and making it impossible to read her expression.

She wore a gray cloth shirt, her body was thin, and her black hair covered her buttocks.

Both of my apprentices have very long hair...

Chen Ye turned to brush the soot from her hair, but the young girl suddenly trembled, her neck stiffening into a jagged arc, and she took two steps back in fright.

"Dirty. It will dirty Master's hands."

Zhiwei lowered her eyes and stared at her cracked fingernails, her voice so calm it seemed to carry a hint of death.

Chen Ye reluctantly stopped. The girl's hair was completely covering her eyes; how could she have seen what he was doing...?

He felt a chill in his heart. How could the righteous fairy of the future be even colder than the great demoness Qingjun?
Moreover, Chen Ye belatedly realized a problem.

Where did Qingjun get the poison from?

She spent her days doing housework and taking care of Old Deng in their dilapidated home, almost never going out. While her predecessor had indeed ruined his body to the point of only having twenty-two years left to live, he was still a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining!

Even if severely injured, ordinary poisons in the mortal world still cannot kill the previous body.

But if Zhiwei obtained the poison from Miaodan Pavilion, she could then give it to Qingjun.

That explains everything.

That black fluffy little thing is not easy to deal with...

Just as Chen Yegang was expressing his feelings, he heard the cold, black furry ball's stomach rumble loudly.

He gave a knowing smile: "Qingjun, why don't you hurry up and let your senior sister try the osmanthus pastry? Master will buy you more later."

"Oh!"

The white-haired dumpling had long wanted her senior sister to taste the most delicious food in the world.

He hurriedly handed the oil paper package in his arms to his senior sister, revealing a big smile:

"Senior sister, this is so delicious! It was... it was bought by Master."

A gentle breeze ruffled the girl's hair, vaguely revealing a pair of piercingly cold eyes; the moment the wind stopped, loneliness returned.

Lu Zhiwei paused, a slight smile playing on her lips, as she looked at the man's weathered back:
"Zhiwei, thank you very much, Master."

"As long as you like it, as long as you like it."

Chen Ye was secretly pleased to receive another thank you from his disciple.

hum!

As expected of him!

Two tiny dumplings are easy to catch!

He believed that sooner or later, the two little ones would be able to hug his legs and sweetly call him Master!

The thought of this scene filled Chen Ye with energy.

……

As the sun began to set, Chen Ye spent half a day wandering around the free trade zone.

They bought four catties of beef, twelve spirit sands, plus vegetables and rice, for a total of twenty spirit sands. That's enough for the three of them to eat for five or six days.

"That's outrageous! Miao Dan Pavilion is truly outrageous. They only gave Zhiwei twenty spirit sands a month!"

Chen Ye even suspected that Wang Po might be withholding wages in other ways.

Fortunately, the ointment worked well, and Qingjun's leg was completely healed by then.

The little girl and her senior sister were carrying big bags and small packages, following behind Chen Ye like two little shadows.

Chen Ye breathed a sigh of relief. To be honest, Qing Jun was indeed light, but her body was also genuinely weak; his hands had long since gone numb.

But for his master's sake, he gritted his teeth and kept quiet...

With his hands behind his back, head held high, and carrying the black and white dumpling, Chen Ye continued to wander around other places.

I bought four more sets of clothes for girls. They were cheap, but I bought too many.

The clothes, both inner and outer garments, plus two pairs of small cloth shoes, cost a total of forty spirit sands!
Chen Ye was thinking of buying himself a set, but then he thought, "My old clothes aren't unwearable..."

I simply bought a pair of Six Harmony Boots; they're incredibly comfortable on my feet. They were quite expensive, costing twenty spirit sands.

"Qingjun, Zhiwei, what do you think of Master's boots?"

Chen Ye stomped his feet and jumped around on the ground with a smug look on his face.

Before the apprentice could even respond, the stall owner yelled, "If you bought it, get out of here right now and don't block the other people's way!"

Wow, this auntie has quite a temper!
Chen Ye's eyes widened: "Auntie, I bought so many clothes!"

"Oh, so you're here to cause trouble?" The middle-aged woman, who was at the third level of Qi Refining, was not to be outdone.

Zhiwei suddenly said softly, "Aunt Ye's partner is a demon hunter at the seventh level of Qi Refining. She makes clothes to sell because she has nothing else to do."

Well, I can't afford to mess with them.

Chen Ye shrank back and sheepishly led his two disciples to their next destination.

Aunt Ye glanced at Chen Ye's disheveled figure with an air of nonchalance and clicked her tongue:
"Where did these cultivators flee from famine? They're poor and filthy, but they're kind to the children..."

(End of this chapter)