Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

Chapter 390: Chapter 211: Master and Disciple’s Double Act, Entering the Sect

The little fox was scared out of its wits.

It huddled and shivered in Chen Ye’s palm, its fluffy tail quietly curling up to protect its belly, while its bright eyes kept darting towards Zhiwei.

It looked so pitiful.

But unfortunately, the black-haired little girl wore a cold expression, caring little about the little fox’s feelings.

The little fox let out a mournful cry, whimpering! If only Qing Jun were here, he’d surely save me!

Hearing the cry, Chen Ye’s old face darkened, puzzled in his heart: He hadn’t even said anything harsh, so why was this little creature so terrified?

However, remembering his purpose, Chen Ye forced a smile and gently stroked the little fox’s fur:

”Little White...”

”Squeak!!”

Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, the little fox trembled even more fiercely, its tiny paws clinging tightly to his palm, its eyes widening in fear.

Chen Ye sighed helplessly and simply lifted his hand, gently handing the fox over to Zhiwei’s arms.

As soon as the little fox was embraced by Zhiwei, it immediately calmed down.

It buried its little head into Zhiwei’s arm, leaving only its wary eyes fixed on Chen Ye, its throat still emitting a threatening whimper.

Chen Ye’s hands itched as he watched; a snorting little fox could hardly be considered a good fox!

”Little White, Master is not a bad person...”

Zhiwei appeared thoughtful, gently petting the little fox’s fur as she spoke softly,

”It’s just... you see.”

The black-haired little girl cast her gaze towards the huge snake corpse not far away, still twitching slightly.

The smell of blood mixed with the stench of the swamp, filling the whimpering wind.

”Because of you, Master and I almost...”

Zhiwei’s voice was light, with a slight tremor from exhaustion.

The little fox’s whimpering stopped abruptly, following her gaze to see the snake’s stiff body, its scales damaged and filthy blood flowing.

It shuddered violently, its tiny paws on Zhiwei’s arms curling up.

Seeing this, Chen Ye was overjoyed, momentarily taken aback.

He hadn’t explicitly stated anything, yet this senior disciple had already grasped his intentions?

He gazed inquisitively at the black-haired girl, but she simply bowed her head, focusing on soothing the little fox in her arms, as if unaware.

”Master wants to say.”

Zhiwei deftly turned the little fox’s head, directing its gaze towards Chen Ye,

”We are trapped in this grotto heaven, constrained everywhere, unable to move. Our spiritual power is sealed, surrounded by strong foes... Today’s fortunate slaying of the demon snake was luck, but what about next time? We might not be able to protect you.”

Chen Ye cooperated by showing a weary expression, shaking his head as he muttered to the little fox:

”Ah, forget it, forget it, we can’t rely on you, little creature. This place is not fit to stay for long, the scent of blood is too strong! Pack up the useful parts of the snake corpse, we need to leave this swamp area quickly.”

While pretending to draw out the Iron Sword to handle the snake corpse, he unintentionally complained in a low voice: ”A disloyal white-eyed fox, what use are you? You’d do better to warm us up in a stew...”

”Squeak...” the little fox was both scared and guilty.

”Master! Little White is our spirit pet, thus a part of our family!”

Zhiwei immediately interrupted, her voice firm and unmistakably protective.

The little fox’s eyes darted around rapidly—it refused to acknowledge any spirit pet status!

Yet in this situation, how could it dare refute? It could only snuggle pitifully into Zhiwei’s palm.

”So, Little White, you must be from Songyang Cave Heaven, right? You recognize this place... at least more than we do.”

Zhiwei lightly scratched its chin with her fingertips, continuing in a gentle voice,

”Master is under someone’s control, and you and I have weak cultivation. If you still refuse to help Master, the three of us might not be able to get out.”

Chen Ye secretly nodded at the side, Zhiwei understood him too well.

She knew he was trying to seize an opportunity after the little fox’s mistake to gain leverage over it.

Meanwhile, she subtly bound the little fox with them as master and disciple.

There was no coercion at all, just calmly laying out the facts.

The master and disciple worked seamlessly together, quickly disorienting the little fox.

It lightly shook in Zhiwei’s arms again, not from fear of Chen Ye, but out of guilt and pressure.

Earlier, it indeed had rushed towards the master and disciple.

If not, they might have already left this place,

The little fox bowed its head, silent for a good moment.

After a while, it struggled slightly, jumping onto the still relatively clean ground from Zhiwei’s arms.

It turned around, nudging Zhiwei’s little foot with its head, a faint whimper in its throat.

After this gesture, it quickly pointed a tiny paw in a direction—the very direction from which the demon snake had come.

Chen Ye and Zhiwei exchanged a glance.

Success!

A great weight lifted off Chen Ye’s heart, and he took a step forward, ignoring the little fox’s momentary shiver.

This time, he genuinely stroked its head and secretly slipped a top-grade Qi Nourishing Pill by its mouth.

”That’s a good fox.”

Chen Ye looked towards the direction from which the demon snake had come, feeling a bit puzzled.

Just now, the little fox had also fled from there, chased back by the demon snake in a panic...

If this little fox truly knew where it was safe, wouldn’t it have avoided such a situation?

The white fox, seeing the pill exuding a rosy glow, its eyes gleamed, it cautiously licked it with a pink little tongue, then nodded vigorously, once again urgently pointing towards the depths of the reeds, urging repeatedly.

”Alright! Zhiwei, let me first teach you how to handle demon beasts, then we’ll let Little White lead the way.”

Chen Ye nodded, his tone changing.

A Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer demon beast is an excellent resource.

For a disciple just setting foot on the path, such practical experience is invaluable.

Hearing this, Zhiwei’s little face tensed, she forced herself to stand upright.

She meticulously observed her master’s technique, her black eyes gleaming like a pond polished by the first snow.