Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

Qing Jun whispered softly.

Such a master, looks more and more like an old Taoist priest!

Chen Ye took a deep breath, pretending not to hear the girl’s nonsense.

Before long.

A camp exuding a bloody scent emerged in the sight of the four master and disciples.

The towering stone walls were covered with lethal restrictions, and a black flag hung above the camp gate, with a large red ”A” character written in dark red cinnabar.

All those assigned here were reckless adventurers from the Late Period of Qi Refining to the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment, the high-grade expendable troops the Emotion Crossing Sect intended to use for exploring the dangerous zones of Celestial Abyss.

When Chen Ye, a hunched old loose cultivator leading three ”little beggars,” walked into the camp,

Dozens of eyes shot over from every dark corner, like hyenas.

These loose cultivators were well-informed and naturally knew this old man had just received a fifty Middle Grade Spirit Stones settlement fee from the recruitment platform.

Wealth moves people’s hearts, especially among a group of reckless adventurers about to enter a dead zone.

However.

Despite their greed, none dared actually approach and provoke a disturbance.

After all, this person was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, no matter how close to dying he looked, who knew how many trump cards he had up his sleeve.

A single careless move could cost one’s life.

These loose cultivators were reckless but extremely cautious – those who weren’t cautious had long turned into yellow earth by the roadside.

Chen Ye appeared oblivious to these gazes.

He merely quivered as he protected his disciples, heading directly towards his own tent.

As soon as he opened the curtain and walked inside, Chen Ye waved his large sleeves.

Buzz—

An invisible barrier of Divine Sense silently unfolded, isolating the simple and drafty tent from the outside world.

After confirming the closure of the array, ensuring it was flawless.

Chen Ye’s hunched back straightened again, he rubbed his face and sighed:

”Such a bother... I’d rather fight and kill than act, it’s cleaner and quicker.”

”Master has worked hard. But since we’re in the heartland of the Demon Path, even small precautions are worthwhile.”

Zhiwei comforted her master, stepping behind him and gently massaging his temple with her cool fingertips.

”Master, if you’re tired, you can rest against Zhiwei.”

Chen Ye leaned slightly back, resting against his disciple’s soft body, feeling very comfortable.

Mmm.

Although there was a Demon Pill among the disciples.

At least Zhiwei was a considerate disciple.

”Master is biased!”

Qing Jun, unwilling to lose, threw aside her broken wooden bowl and ran over, hugging Chen Ye’s leg, looking up at him with her eager little face,

”Qing Jun can also massage shoulders and back! Qing Jun is very strong!”

With that said, her little hands started pounding on Chen Ye’s leg.

Humph!

That posing annoying little girl!

Chen Ye took a sip of Spirit Tea handed over by Zhiwei, looking at the grayish night outside, a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Outside this tent,

The entire atmosphere of Camp A was chaotic, simmering with undercurrents.

”Master, the people outside the camp don’t seem to have given up.” Zhiwei noticed something and spoke softly.

”Hmm, every cultivator in the camp is a reckless adventurer, how could they pass a night peacefully? There must be conflicts. But they are not necessarily targeting us.”

Chen Ye sneered,

”Emotion Crossing Sect distributes spirit stones openly, intending to provoke these loose cultivators into mutual killing and screening by raising them like worms.”

”But doesn’t this leave fewer people for exploration?” Jin’er asked puzzledly.

”Indeed, but even within Lingyin Sect, things aren’t united, let alone Emotion Crossing Sect? Embezzlement, corruption, greed... too common.”

Chen Ye spoke softly,

”The Divine Son’s safety doesn’t concern some people. But the bodies of cultivators in the camp, for demon cultivators, are excellent cultivation resources. After all, cultivators in this camp have remarkable cultivation, quite rare.”

”These are all excellent materials for refining Blood Pills and sacrificing Magical Artifacts. The stewards of Emotion Crossing Sect might be waiting to collect the bodies from Camp A tomorrow morning.”

Listening to his master’s nonchalant words, Jin’er couldn’t help shivering.

This place is really a demon lair that devours people without spitting out bones.

”Okay, don’t think too much. Rest well tonight, with me watching over. Tomorrow in Celestial Abyss will be the real tough battle.”

Chen Ye closed his eyes, enjoying Zhiwei’s massages, casually throwing out a snack from the Storage Ring.

Qing Jun let out a delighted cry, leaping up to catch the snack precisely in her mouth.

Humph!

Shameless little girl!

...

The intense smell of blood seeped through the tent’s crevices continually.

Unavoidably, Chen Ye’s tent was visited by a few ignorant flies.

In the later half of the night, three Demon Cultivators at the Perfection of Qi Refining attempted to stealthily infiltrate the tent using some Concealing Magical Artifact.

However,

Within mere seconds, they were casually tossed out, turned into cold corpses.

After this incident, those still secretly observing troublemakers in the camp lost their resolve completely.

This old man seemed aged, but his vitality was evidently not waning, possessing genuine skill.

At dawn,

Morning light bathed the blood-stained ground of Camp A.

”Dong—!”

A bell tolled.

Dozens of cultivators exuding Evil Qi floated in the sky above Camp A on their Magical Treasures.

”All applicants, gather at the camp center! Those who disobey will be killed without mercy!”

The black-robed person Chen Ye encountered yesterday looked down from high above, speaking with a cold voice.

The tent’s curtain was lifted one after another.

The number of people walking out from Camp A, bustling last night, visibly decreased by two-tenths.