Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

Chen Ye’s silence fell precisely into Qin Jiaming’s eyes.

”Splash—”

The sound of water gently rippled.

Qin Jiaming, like a spirited red carp, swam gracefully to the edge of the white jade pond by Chen Ye’s feet.

She tilted her pretty face upwards, with wet hair clinging to her snow-white skin, and her water-lustrous eyes glimmering with a cunning light.

”Big brother, are you worried?”

The girl’s soft voice carried a teasing tone,

”The means of the Golden Core Divine Venerable are indeed extraordinary. Moreover, the Spirit Lock Abyss is regarded as a forbidden treasure by the Divine Venerable; any slight disturbance and the Divine Venerable would arrive instantly. If big brother were to rashly rush in like this, not only would you fail to rescue Senior Bai, but you might even find yourself trapped inside.”

Chen Ye looked down at her from above, his eyes calm:

”Since Your Highness has chosen to point this out, I presume you have already thought of a way to break the impasse for me?”

”Big brother is truly clever, guessing it right away.”

Qin Jiaming smiled sweetly, stepping gracefully out of the thunder pool. She didn’t mind her suddenly exposed figure, walking barefoot on the stone steps, approaching Chen Ye step by step.

She extended her pale-like-jade fingers, brazenly drawing circles on the chest of Chen Ye’s newly donned gray robe, her breath like orchids:

”Since Jiaming has served big brother for so long, naturally I can’t bear to see big brother go to his death.”

”Actually, Jiaming possesses a secret command personally bestowed by the Divine Venerable, in addition to a hidden passage known only to successive Divine Sons. With these two things, one can disregard the killing array of the Spirit Lock Abyss and even temporarily shield the perception imprint left by the Divine Venerable on Senior Bai’s remains.”

Upon hearing this, a flicker of emotion crossed Chen Ye’s eyes.

If what she says is true, then stealing out Bai Li’s remains would be a piece of cake.

But in this world, there’s no such thing as a free lunch, especially not from this demon sect witch.

”What is the condition?” Chen Ye directly asked.

Hearing Chen Ye’s straightforward inquiry, Qin Jiaming’s smile grew stronger and more twisted.

She stood on her tiptoes, pressing her soft body almost entirely against Chen Ye’s, and whispered in a nearly malicious tone:

”Big brother, did you misunderstand something?”

”The hardship you endured in the thunder pool for those eight days was just enough to buy the specific whereabouts of Senior Bai as well as the compensation for Jiaming’s efforts in calming your disciple and concealing your identity.”

The girl’s fingers slowly slid down Chen Ye’s chest, lightly hooking his belt,

”If you want Jiaming to risk punishment from the Divine Venerable to personally help you steal someone out...”

Qin Jiaming looked up, her clear almond eyes filled with the image of the man,

”That... requires a different price.”

...

In summary,

The price Qin Jiaming proposed was hard for Chen Ye to accept at the moment.

But fortunately, she did not insist, allowing Chen Ye more time to consider.

”This price is too outrageous, too... demeaning to my disciple. Allow me to contemplate further.”

Leaving behind these words of thinly veiled anger, Chen Ye no longer paid attention to the expectant demoness in the thunder pool, his figure blurred into the night of Wuyang Palace.

With the instruction of Duqing Divine Son,

Chen Ye easily left Wuyang Palace and returned to the Greedy Fiend Lineage.

His journey was swift as lightning.

By the time Chen Ye arrived back at Cold Scale Mansion, the sky had already darkened completely.

Yet as he approached Cold Scale Mansion, Chen Ye couldn’t help but have his brow twitch.

”Such strong killing intent, have we been attacked by a strong enemy? Or did a thief break in?”

Chen Ye, puzzled, quickly took out his mansion master’s jade token, opened a gap in the array, and stepped inside.

As soon as he stepped through the gate.

The sight before him made even the master take a sharp intake of breath.

In the center of the courtyard.

Qing Jun, like a fierce demon, was pacing back and forth with a sword in hand, ready to rush out at any moment and bite someone’s throat!

”Ahem... disciples, your master has returned.”

Chen Ye coughed twice, bringing the fierce Little Dragon Girl back to her senses.

”Clang!”

The Xiaohan Sword in Qing Jun’s hand fell to the ground.

The little girl rubbed her red and swollen eyes, blankly staring at her master standing at the door.

The master’s complexion was rosy, his vitality abundant, with no signs of torment.

”Master...?!”

The next second, an ear-splitting cry echoed through Cold Scale Mansion.

Qing Jun rushed over, hugging Chen Ye’s leg tightly, smearing tears and snot all over his gray robe:

”Waaah! Master, you finally came back! Qing Jun thought you were killed by that bad woman! Waaah...”

Chen Ye’s old face darkened.

What kind of talk is this?

Didn’t Qin Jiaming say she sent a message, claiming she was in seclusion?

Looking at Qing Jun crying her heart out in his arms, Chen Ye was filled with doubt.

”Silly girl, what nonsense are you spouting?”

Chen Ye gave Qing Jun’s little head a gentle rub and pretended to scold her lightly,

”Didn’t I ask the Divine Son to send a message? I merely had a feeling and went into seclusion for a few days under his arrangement. Look at my complexion; do I look like I’ve been beaten?”

Qing Jun lifted her head while sobbing, examining Chen Ye meticulously enough to seem neurotic.

No wounds. No signs of lethargy.

Master’s cultivation was significantly deeper than before he left, as if he had really been in seclusion!

But Senior Sister said Master was tortured!

”Really... really? Master was truly only in seclusion?”

The little girl pouted, her tiny hands clutching onto Chen Ye’s clothes, as if letting go would mean losing him again.

”Of course it’s true. When have I... ever tricked you?”

Chen Ye let out a sigh helplessly,

Well... it barely qualifies as seclusion.

Thinking this, he glanced around and asked,

”Where’s Jin’er? And where did your Senior Sister go?”

Qing Jun wiped her nose, sniffling as she replied:

”Senior Sister instructed Jin’er to brew medicine in the Pill Room... said it was for you to drink when you came back. Senior Sister... she...”

”Senior Sister suddenly spat a lot of blood last night and then fainted. Jin’er said it was a result of agitation, injuring her Divine Soul, and she’s still lying on the bed...”

Spitting blood and fainting?!

Chen Ye’s heart sank, his face immediately changed.

Zhiwei was always the most stable and worry-free of his three disciples, unmoved even if a mountain collapsed.

How could she suddenly become so agitated as to faint from spitting blood?!

”What on earth happened?” Chen Ye asked in a deep voice.

”Qing Jun... Qing Jun doesn’t know either...” The little girl shrank back, ”Senior Sister has been refusing to let us go out these past few days, every night she hid alone in her room. Last night, Qing Jun got up in the middle of the night and heard noises from Senior Sister’s room. When I ran over to look, Senior Sister was... lying on the ground, and the floor was covered in blood...”

Chen Ye couldn’t ask more, he appeared distracted and disappeared from the spot.

...

Zhiwei’s room.

Chen Ye pushed open the door, and a bitter medicinal aroma assaulted his senses.

He walked quickly to the bedside.

He saw his usually immaculate eldest disciple lying on the bed, her face ashen and pale.

Her breathing weak, and beneath her closed eyes were dark circles, her slender fingers gripping the quilt tightly, as if she was enduring intense pain in a dream.

Chen Ye’s heart tightened, he quickly reached out to touch Zhiwei’s pulse.

”Whew...”

The result of his examination allowed Chen Ye to breathe a sigh of relief.

It seemed different from what he had thought.

Despite Zhiwei’s fatigued appearance, the spiritual power within her was exceptionally active.

Chen Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, his divine sense seeped into the depths of Zhiwei’s meridians through his fingertips, carefully surveying.

”This is...”

A flash of astonishment crossed his eyes, soon replaced by understanding.

Body Awakening!

This girl actually experienced a sudden awakening of her Purity Glaze Body at this time!

Zhiwei’s mind was steadfast, pure as ice, unmoved even if the world collapsed.

What could have happened during eight days to drive her to this point?

Could it be because she was excessively worried about his safety?

”Master...”

At this moment, Jin’er, standing in the doorway holding a bowl of medicine, couldn’t help but speak softly when she saw Chen Ye let out a long breath,

”Is Senior Sister... severely injured?”

Outside the door, Qing Jun also peeked her fluffy head in, her large eyes filled with tears, nervously staring at Zhiwei on the bed.

”No major issues, you don’t have to frighten yourselves.”

Chen Ye withdrew his hand, tucked in his eldest disciple with the quilt, turned to look at the two little girls, his tone much more relaxed,

”Your Senior Sister has turned misfortune into fortune. She hasn’t experienced Qi deviation but rather her body has accidentally awakened. She is in a phase of transformation. Once she recovers from this ailment, her cultivation and foundational strength will undoubtedly experience a drastic change!”