Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

How long has it been?

Back then, that Inner Sect Instructor who seemed a little naive in his eyes, now exudes an air silently aligning with the demeanor of a Grandmaster!

”Chen, Instructor Chen... your cultivation...” Mao Cheng stuttered slightly.

Chen Ye smiled faintly, ready to say something humble.

For example, calling it luck or something...

But Little Qing Jun couldn’t hold back, munching on her Icy Heart Fruit, murmured:

”Grandfather Mao, you’re really out of the loop! My master is no longer just Instructor Chen; he’s in the Foundation Establishment Late Period and is already the Peak Master of Baopu Peak! The Sect Master personally awarded my master the Mountain Master Seal yesterday, it was quite majestic!”

As soon as these words came out.

”What?!”

Xiaoli was so startled she covered her mouth, and several Mao Family disciples beside her almost dropped the swords in their hands.

Baopu Peak Master?

Foundation Establishment Late Period cultivation?

Yet Mao Cheng’s cultivation is only level six in Foundation Establishment right now!

Mao Qingzhu’s eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the man with a calm expression in front of her.

Baopu Peak Peak Master?

The Peak Master of the Inner Sect Twelve Peaks is truly an individual standing at the pinnacle of power within the Lingyin Sect, enough to command wind and rain in the Cultivation Realm of the Yan Kingdom!

Brother Ye... has he already reached such a stage?

Even though Mao Qingzhu knew Chen Ye would surely receive commendations from the sect, she didn’t expect that he would directly become an Inner Sect Peak Master!

It’s not only a symbol of power but also proof of status!

There are many experts within the Lingyin Sect, but there are only twelve Peak Masters!

”You... truly took over Baopu Peak?” Mao Cheng took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the tumult in his heart, looking at Chen Ye with a complex expression.

”Just out of luck. The sect also considered that Chen achieved some minor combat accomplishments, entrusted with responsibility at a critical moment.”

Chen Ye smiled gently and stepped forward respectfully, performing a junior’s salute like always, humbled and courteous:

”Senior Mao, whether Chen is an Inner Sect Instructor or a Peak Master of the Twelve Peaks, before you, I will always be a junior. If you find it convenient, you can simply call me Little Friend Chen. Qingzhu calls me Brother Ye, and I find it endearing. If we become distant due to a superficial title, then it’s my fault.”

Putting on airs in front of Mao Cheng, what a joke?

Though in the Cultivation Realm, the capable are prioritized, this only applies to outsiders.

He is well acquainted with Mao Cheng, naturally won’t equate himself due to higher cultivation, nor demand Mao Cheng’s respect.

Not to mention, Mao Cheng is Sister Qingzhu’s father!

Mao Cheng saw Chen Ye, despite being in a high position, remaining humble and respectful without the slightest arrogance or conceit of a newly ascended Great Cultivator, and the concern in his eyes dissipated.

”Good, well done, never arrogant or impatient. No wonder the Sect Master confidently entrusted the Mountain Master Seal to you.”

”Since you still recognize me as a senior, I won’t fuss over those sect formalities with you. But still...”

Mao Cheng’s gaze swept over Chen Ye’s ordinary attire, then glanced at Zhiwei and Jin’er, disguised and hidden, his expression became serious.

”Here you are, a dignified Peak Master, not stabilizing your foundation at Baopu Peak or hosting a grand celebration banquet, but instead coming discreetly to visit me at Yuexi Lake... it surely isn’t just a simple visit.”

Impressive, the old hand leading a family, with just a glance, uncovered hidden intentions in Chen Ye’s visit.

”Insightful as ever, Senior.”

Chen Ye withdrew his smile, his expression turned solemn,

”With the uncertain situation ahead, indeed, I’ve come seeking the Mao Family’s assistance, hoping to gather some reliable information and trouble you for some help.”

”This is not the place to speak, let’s enter the valley for a detailed discussion.”

Mao Cheng waved his sleeve, turned around leading the way, while instructing Mao Qingzhu and the Mao family disciples beside him:

”Qingzhu, go bring out that jar of Cang Bamboo Tea that I usually hesitate to drink. Today, as Peak Master Chen... no, Little Friend Chen visits, we’ll treat him with this tea.”

Mao Qingzhu chuckled lightly, her mood inexplicably improved, she took Little Qing Jun who was still munching on fruit:

”Alright, I’ll go now, daughter.”