Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

Thinking of all this.

The eldest disciple’s mood could only be described as complicated.

Her master’s kindness was something she could never repay in this lifetime!

”Master, you’ve gone to such trouble. This disciple will definitely not disappoint your great expectations.”

Zhiwei didn’t say any more sentimental nonsense.

No matter how much you talk, it’s all empty air; only with concrete action can she barely repay a fraction.

She had to break through to the Foundation Establishment Middle Period!

That way, she’d be able to help her master much more.

Zhiwei pulled out the stopper of the jade bottle and tipped her head back, swallowing that crystal-clear Blood Jade Creation Pill.

The Pills melted the instant they entered her mouth, turning into a warm yet ceaseless, vast tide of Vitality that poured into all her limbs and bones.

She closed her eyes and circulated her Cultivation Technique, her mind sinking into a clear, empty state as she began her closed-door cultivation.

On the first day,

the girl’s aura grew more and more restrained, heavy and unfathomable like an abyss.

Her Tao Foundation was already nearly flawless, and the most important effect of the Dragon Blood Bodhi was precisely to solidify a Cultivator’s foundation.

For Zhiwei, this medicinal power was simply adding wings to a tiger.

On the second day,

as the surging medicinal power steadily dissolved, the Spiritual Power in her Dantian roared like great rivers, crashing against the barrier again and again.

Of course,

with Zhiwei’s heaven-defying talent, a barrier that for ordinary Cultivators was like a heavenly chasm was nothing but an illusion in her eyes.

Though the Spiritual Power in her body was slamming into the barrier, she deliberately slowed her pace to further fortify her Tao Foundation.

Chen Ye thought to himself:

”This breakthrough will probably be even faster than the earlier minor Realms. I’m really jealous of this girl’s talent. If I had her aptitude, there’d probably be no bottlenecks at all on my cultivation path, and I’d already be at Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer by now.”

Just as he’d guessed,

on the morning of the third day,

in the inner room,

the Spiritual Pressure of the Foundation Establishment Middle Period rippled out from the white-robed girl, making the curtains in the room snap and flutter.

But it only lasted for an instant; with her perfect control, she fully drew that aura back in and everything returned to calm.

Foundation Establishment Fourth-Layer, Foundation Establishment Middle Period!

And not only that,

with Zhiwei’s talent, plus the effects of the Dragon Blood Bodhi...

Zhiwei might be at Foundation Establishment Fourth-Layer in name, but her Spiritual Power was already no weaker than a Foundation Establishment Sixth-Layer Cultivator!

Added to her Magical Battle ability,

Chen Ye suspected

that Tuoba You in the neighboring room was no longer a match for Zhiwei!

”Mm...this is only natural.”

”For Zhiwei, The One of Heavenly Destiny, fighting opponents two Realms above is perfectly reasonable.”

Chen Ye muttered inwardly.

Damn it!

When his disciple reached the Foundation Establishment Late Period, would she already be able to suppress her own master?

The girl opened her eyes. Compared to her excited master, her expression was calm, without the slightest ripple, as if it had just been an ordinary meditation session.

”Not bad. Your aura is steady, not the least bit hollow.”

Chen Ye, seated on a wooden chair at the side, set down his teacup, his eyes full of fatherly gratification.

”Looks like you’ve perfectly absorbed the medicinal power of this Blood Jade Creation Pill.”

”It’s all thanks to the Top Grade Pills Master refined with so much effort.”

Zhiwei rose to her feet, her bearing now even more ethereal and transcendent. Seeing her master, the girl’s lips finally curled into a faint smile.

With Cultivation like this, once they reached the Emotion Crossing Sect, she’d be able to shield her master from a lot more trouble.

Next,

Chen Ye and Zhiwei exchanged some insights on cultivation.

Though Zhiwei’s talent was exceptional, Chen Ye’s proficiency panel could evolve his understanding of Cultivation Techniques and other aspects of cultivation to perfection.

Therefore,

even with a genius disciple like Zhiwei,

Chen Ye was still fully capable of resolving her doubts.

Just as master and disciple were discussing the Dao,

from the bed beside them suddenly came a mumbling voice:

”Munch munch...big drumstick...don’t grab...Master’s big drumstick is for Qing Jun...”

Chen Ye raised a brow and turned his head.

He saw that at some point, the little girl had rolled to the edge of the bed, more than half her body dangling in midair, her head hanging down.

She was clutching a torn-off strip of bed curtain in both hands, gnawing on it enthusiastically as if it were roast chicken.

And beside her,

Jin’er was sitting cross-legged in meditation. She opened her eyes, stared expressionlessly at her second senior sister’s utterly disgraceful sleeping posture, silently scooted further toward the inner side of the bed, then turned her head to Chen Ye and said in a soft, gloomy tone:

”Master, eldest senior sister has broken through, but second senior sister seems to have a sleeping problem. She dreams about big drumsticks every day. I’ve heard that bleeding a little is good for blood circulation, and True Dragon blood is great tonic. It’d definitely fetch a lot of Spirit Stone. We can sell some True Dragon blood and buy eldest senior sister a good sword.”

”Snore... woof?!”

Qing Jun seemed to latch onto the word ”sell” in her dream and jolted awake.

But she’d already been hanging in midair, so with that one struggle—*thunk*—she rolled off the bed, quilt and all, and crashed solidly to the floor.

”Uwaaah! Who’s selling Qing Jun! Who’s going to eat Qing Jun? Qing Jun doesn’t taste good! Qing Jun’s meat is sour!”

The little girl crawled out from under the bed with a head of messy hair, eyes brimming with tears as she clutched the tiny dragon horn budding on her head, then turned to glare furiously at Jin’er:

”Jin’er, you big meanie! Qing Jun’s gonna bite you to death!”

”Senior sister, are you really a dragon? Why do you always want to bite people!”

”Matters of a True Dragon are none of your business!”

The two little troublemakers bickered back and forth.

Their master could only sigh.

He’d originally thought Jin’er was a very well-behaved child.

But ever since Jin’er fully integrated into this little family of master and disciples, she seemed to be revealing some...questionable traits. Then again, it was probably a good change.

Better than the withdrawn, wooden Jin’er from before.

Chen Ye strode over unceremoniously,

grabbed the little girl’s angrily swishing tail, hauled her up, and tossed her back onto the bed, then flicked Jin’er on the forehead as well, letting out a cold snort:

”Enough, both of you, quiet down for your master.”

”Cruel master...” The little girl huddled, hugging her tail pitifully. Master clearly liked her tail so much, but today he’d actually just grabbed it like that. Her tail had only just grown out; it was a tender, delicate tail and couldn’t bear her whole weight!