Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

Spirit Stones, Magical Artifacts, Pills, Sect Contribution Points, rewards flowed like water.

As for Chen Ye’s reward, it was even more extravagant.

He directly took over the position of Baopu Peak Master!

But upon reflection, it was indeed fitting.

Now that Xu Henshan has returned to Dragon Sleep Mountain to seclude and form his core, the position of Baopu Peak Master is vacant;

Chen Ye, having broken through to the Foundation Establishment Late Period, already has the cultivation to qualify as Inner Sect Peak Master, not to mention his great accomplishment of successfully leading twelve disciples back to the sect.

Of course,

Inheriting the position of Peak Master is no small matter. Chen Ye still needs to officially take on the role of Baopu Peak Master at a celebration a month from now.

After two months of exhausting travel,

Chen Ye and his disciples finally returned to the long-separated Cangli Courtyard.

”Ahh—our doghouse is still the best!”

Upon entering the courtyard gate,

Chen Ye threw himself into the rocking chair, took a long breath, and sighed with satisfaction.

”Master is speaking nonsense, this is not a doghouse, this is Qing Jun’s home! It’s the best home in the world!”

Qing Jun was very angry!

So angry that he flew into the air!

Then... skillfully picked a pear from the pear tree and started munching on it.

”Chirp chirp!”

The little white fox also unhappily poked its head out of the bundle,

What doghouse!

Clearly, it’s a fox den!

The little white fox jumped and also leaped onto the pear tree, enjoying the pear deliciously.

Jin’er took a deep breath, sat relaxedly on the swing in the courtyard, her slender white legs swinging inadvertently.

Finally... returned home.

She didn’t like the outside world; she just wanted to quietly spend her life in Lisong Valley, Cangli Courtyard, and Luoli Courtyard, that would make her truly content, asking for nothing more.

Zhiwei reached out her fair little hand and picked a pear blossom.

The black-haired girl looked at the falling pear blossoms filling the garden and the few cozy cottages, her heart inexplicably calming down.

This is everything she wants to protect,

No matter what effort it takes.

As for her heart’s desire...

Zhiwei gently crumbled the pear blossom in her hand, her gaze slightly dim.

If it were possible...

If one day, her cultivation could surpass her master’s, able to suppress all the world’s hostility and threats.

She would definitely create an absolutely safe secret realm for her master, where no one could disturb.

By then, her master would no longer have to face deceit and scheming, no more dealing with people with ill intentions.

He would only need to lie lazily on the rocking chair basking in the sun every day, just like now.

Qing Jun would find the best Spirit Fruits from around the world for him, Jin’er would be his most obedient and admiring listener, and as for her...

She would personally brew every pot of tea for her master, sweep off every fallen leaf from him, and kill anyone who dared show hostility.

Let them, as master and disciples, live forever and ever in that small world.

This is true happiness.

”Cough!”

Chen Ye suddenly shivered, opening his eyes wide.

He suspiciously rubbed his arms, glancing around:

”Strange, it’s mid-summer, why do I suddenly feel a chill on the back of my neck? Could it be some remnants of that black mist cultivator’s sinister cultivation technique?”

The black-haired girl, looking concerned, gently tidied up his somewhat disheveled collar, her voice warm:

”Master, don’t overthink. Perhaps the continuous travel has tired you. I will go make a bowl of spirit medicine soup to drive out the cold.”

Seeing his eldest disciple look so virtuous and caring, Chen Ye felt a fatherly comfort in his heart.

”Our Zhiwei, indeed the most considerate and sensible, unlike that little glutton who only knows how to eat!”

Chen Ye glanced at Qing Jun who was still on the tree arguing with the little white fox over fruit, and laughed with mock anger.

The little girl was not satisfied, glaring angrily at the master:

”Foolish master! Qing Jun is the most considerate and sensible! Hmph! Master will eventually know, Qing Jun is the smartest one!”

Gosh.

This girl just wouldn’t admit it.

Master, helpless, could only let her be.