Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

Chen Qing's expression was unusually serious, with a hint of solemnity: "Gossiping about fellow disciples behind their backs is against the rules of the sect."

He looked over with a light but cold gaze: "He shall be confined for seven days."

The eleven or twelve-year-old disciples, who had just been smiling, immediately composed themselves and bowed their heads in apology.

"Senior Brother, we didn't mean to."

"Senior Brother, we weren't talking about you." They hadn't dared to mention your name earlier.

"Senior Brother, please spare us this time."

Their faces showed unease; their family had spent a lot of money to send them to apprenticeship.

Chen Qing was not as generous as usual. Recently, his master had been taking care of the unborn child every day.

He received less care from all his disciples.

He was worried about his future.

Chen Qing's expression hardened: "Go to the punishment hall and receive your punishment."

"Should I personally invite you all together?"

The disciples dared not disobey, and went to the punishment hall with bowed backs and remorse on their faces.

After they left, Chen Qing clenched his fist, and the veins on both sides of his forehead bulged slightly.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he took a deep breath and continued walking.

Ning Buwei only emerged from behind the city wall after everyone had left, sighing and lamenting.

It's his fault.

Deciding on an heir too early.

He's not even forty years old yet, but with his ninth-grade martial arts talent, he could live to be one hundred and fifty.

That's too hasty.

The next day.

Ning Buwei deliberately stamped the final mark on some gossip within the sect during his morning practice.

Several disciples who were spreading the message were punished on the spot.

He then personally told everyone that Chen Qing and the others were his personal disciples.

At this time, the relationship between the direct disciple and the master is that of father and son, or mother and son.

Ning Buwei wanted to use this to dispel the underhanded actions of certain people in the sect and also to reassure his disciples.

As for the position of sect leader, he did have other ideas, so he only offered some compensation.

"Senior Brother, Master treats us the same as always, so don't overthink it," Ning Fang, the fourth disciple, comforted Chen Qing during breakfast.

Ning Fang, nine years old. Her parents were originally disciples of the Green Mountain Sect, but they sacrificed themselves for the sect.

Ning Buwei was a close friend of his parents, so they adopted him, making him half an adopted son of Ning Buwei.

His words of comfort brought Chen Qing some solace; as the senior disciple, he still possessed a certain charm and popularity.

"Okay, thank you, Fourth Junior Brother, I understand."

"Next time, I'll treat my junior brother to a meal at Huaxianglou Restaurant."

Chen Qing's spirits improved considerably after Ning stopped exercising in the morning, and he gradually regained his former carefree attitude.

Han Yu sat to the side, scoffed, and said it was all insincere.

He didn't believe that the fourth brother had never considered becoming the sect leader. They were enemies sooner or later, so why bother being on good terms?

"Junior sister, you eat." Han Yu wanted to add more food for Ning Yuge, but Ning Yuge directly refused while holding her millet and pumpkin porridge.

"I'll do it myself."

Seeing this, Chen Qing noticed that Ning Wan Ge had run out of steamed buns, so he gave her one.

"Thank you, Senior Brother," Ning Yuge said with a smile.

Chen Qing returned the smile, Han Yu's smile vanished, and Ning Fang merely glanced at Ning Wange and his senior brother.

As for Jiang Xue, the youngest of the five disciples, she was only focused on eating.

I never get involved in the conflicts between my fellow students.

After finishing their meal as quickly as possible, they slammed down their bowls and chopsticks and left without a word.

"Jiang Xue's face was a bit cold, but he was still the most focused, his mind was entirely on the sword."

"The others are all a bit too arrogant."

evening.

The candlelight shone as Ning Buwei spoke to Jiang Yubai about his disciples in front of his bed.

Jiang Yubai nodded. Jiang Xue was a child she had taken in. She was quiet but had good potential and was a promising talent.

"Indeed, this child's mind is always on avenging his family, and he has always been diligent."

"I just hope he doesn't keep it bottled up and talks more." Hatred bottled up inside can lead a person astray.

Ning Buwei said, "When I have time, I'll try to talk to him and give him some advice."

In today's world, martial arts are revered.

The imperial court and sects control the power, and ordinary people are almost helpless against martial artists.

Some of these murderous tyrants committed numerous evils, causing great suffering to many ordinary people.

Ning Buwei has always despised those who wield knives and only dare to target the weak.

Jiang Yubai nodded, touching her stomach with her hand, but her gaze kept drifting towards Ning Buwei.

"Just say what you have to say."

"...I remember the Zhou family has a kind of medicinal bath called 'Thousand Gold Bone Bath' that can help seven-year-old children strengthen their bones and muscles."

Ning Buwei glanced at the baby in her belly and asked, "You want to buy one for the baby?"

"Um."

Jiang Yubai: "I thought, if other people's children have it, mine will naturally have it too."

We can't fall behind others.

What if the child's aptitude is just one point short of the Qianjin Bone-Strengthening Herbal Bath?

Ning Buwei thought of the account book that the Green Mountain Sect had just delivered, and then thought about the price of that medicinal bath.

It was equivalent to two or three years' worth of profits from all of the Green Mountain Sect's businesses.

"Hmm, I'll go ask." Ning Buwei looked at his wife and asked seriously, "Do we have enough money?"

He doesn't covet the sect's money.

Jiang Yubai glared at him: "Of course it's enough, otherwise I wouldn't have asked."

She said somewhat embarrassedly, "However, I'm afraid I won't be able to provide private subsidies to A-Qing and the others."

Those who practice martial arts invariably take medicinal baths.

Even a regular bone-refining medicinal bath costs two or three taels of silver, unless it's a bath for those with exceptionally high bone-strength.

The Green Mountain Sect is a decent sect, but it doesn't have the resources to support its direct disciples in taking medicinal baths every three days.

They give people a maximum of once a month.

Ning Buwei grasped Jiang Yubai's hand, his face full of pride: "You've really worked hard for our family." He hadn't expected his family to be so wealthy.

I was even thinking about whether to divert some of the sect's money.

"It's alright if you don't get the subsidy; it wasn't your responsibility to begin with." Ning offered no words of comfort.

Jiang Yubai needed him to say those few words.

With another child on the way, she had to prioritize her own child, putting everyone else aside for later.

Ning Buwei: "If I become the sect leader without taking any from the sect, I am already a top-notch sect leader."

"Nothing was added in."

Especially now that they have to look after themselves.

"I'll talk to them in a few days."

"The children are all good children, so it's understandable."

The couple talked for a while longer about how to raise their child when he grew up, until they could no longer keep their eyes open and finally stopped.

Day two.

Jiang Yubai told Ning Buwei to place an order for the Thousand Gold Bone Medicinal Bath, as it wasn't something that could be gathered immediately.

It is essential to prepare early.

After breakfast, Ning Wange was called over again.

Jiang Yubai felt that she was somewhat biased.

"No, you didn't. Our family wasn't in such good circumstances back then. It's just that this child was lucky."

The woman was embroidering children's clothes when she heard this and comforted Jiang Yubai.

Jiang Yubai was taken aback; she had blurted it out involuntarily.

After Chunniang explained it, she realized it made sense.

It wasn't that she was biased; it was just that the timing was different, and the baby in her belly happened to be there at the right time.