Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

Seeing that his eldest disciple was safe,

Chen Ye truly relaxed.

He was increasingly wary of that Duqing Divine Son.

”No way... Cannot fall under her control and become her puppet on strings.”

”Moreover, cannot let any matter related to her harm the disciples.”

Seeing Zhiwei’s now pale face, Chen Ye finally made up his mind to refuse Qin Jiaming’s request.

As a master,

he could not let his disciples serve as amusement for the Duqing Divine Son.

The hearts of the two little girls hanging in midair settled back into their chests.

”That’s great! Senior Sister is okay, not only okay but also about to become stronger!”

Qing Jun smiled through tears, quickly wiped the tears off her face, and the drooping tuft of hair on her head stood up spiritedly again.

As for why a little girl would have tufts of hair... True Dragon matters naturally defy common sense; one could consider it a transformation of her concealed dragon horns.

Jin’er relaxed her tense shoulders, and a hint of relief flashed in her eyes hidden under her bangs.

She let out a long sigh and then her gaze fell again on the bowl of medicine she was holding.

”Master, since Senior Sister is alright, Master should quickly drink this medicine.”

Jin’er carefully brought the bowl of steaming, bubbling concoction to Chen Ye.

The rich and almost overwhelming strange fragrance rushed straight to Chen Ye’s top of the skull.

Chen Ye looked at the bowl of medicinal liquid, a question mark slowly appeared on his forehead.

”For me to drink?”

Chen Ye pointed at himself, his expression rather peculiar,

”I am not sick nor troubled, why drink medicine?”

”It’s a tonic.”

Jin’er nodded obediently, raising the bowl high with her hands, her voice soft and tender,

”Before Senior Sister fainted, she specifically told me that Master has suffered greatly outside in the thunder pool, surely his primordial qi is severely damaged. She instructed Jin’er to stay in the alchemy pill room and make this supreme tonic with the best spiritual materials. Master must drink it! Otherwise, Senior Sister will certainly be unhappy. For Jin’er’s sake, Master, please drink it.”

Chen Ye’s expression became even more odd.

Thunder pool torment?

That makes it sound like the heart-forging hall’s thunder pool is a kind of torture.

Indeed!

It’s probably that Qin Jiaming tasked the Demon Sect steward with conveying the message, exaggerating the danger of the thunder pool and scaring Zhiwei silly!

Or perhaps... it was Qin Jiaming’s intention.

”Jin’er, your Senior Sister might have misunderstood out of concern.”

Chen Ye tried to explain,

”Look at me now, vigorous and full of energy, where do I need such potent medicine? The thunder pool sounds frightening but is simply a place for cultivation.”

Hearing Chen Ye refuse, Jin’er’s hand holding the bowl stiffened.

She looked up, staring intently at Master.

Her eyes glimmered, moisture starting to swirl within.

”Master... don’t want to drink the medicine Jin’er brewed?”

The little girl pouted, her voice trembling slightly,

”This is Senior Sister’s instruction before she fell unconscious. It’s also what Jin’er sleeplessly brewed while watching over the Divine Fire...”

”Master has suffered so much outside, yet tries to pretend nothing is amiss in front of us...”

”Is it that Master... dislikes how Jin’er’s medicine tastes?”

Seeing the disciple’s tearful, pitiful look, how could Chen Ye refuse?

His earlier explanation was mostly to ease his disciple’s mind so she wouldn’t always worry about Master being tortured.

Qing Jun also looked at him eagerly, softly echoing: ”Master, just drink it. Jin’er worked so hard brewing the medicine, her face was all sooty. Jin’er is all dirty now, not looking nice.”

Jin’er dissatisfiedly wrinkled her nose.

Where was she dirty? Clearly shining bright.

The mischievous little girl was looking for a chance to disparage her again!

”Alright, alright, I’ll drink it.”

Chen Ye sighed helplessly.

No matter what supreme tonic it was, it was nothing but the disciples’ devotion.

With his body akin to a human-shaped beast, drinking a bowl of tonic couldn’t possibly explode him?

Chen Ye extended his hand, took the bowl of medicine, closed his eyes, and lifted his neck.

”Gulp, gulp...”

Chen Ye, in a bold fashion, drained the bowl of tonic containing terrifying medicinal power and the disciples’ heavy devotion.

Feeling the disciples’ immense devotion,

Chen Ye felt a warm current rise in his stomach, almost shivering.

Hiss...

This medicine was a bit too potent.

Chen Ye hurriedly sat cross-legged, operated the Life and Death Profound Light scripture, barely refining the wild medicine energy.

He glanced at Jin’er, somewhat flustered.

How much tonic had this girl added into it?

If it weren’t for his robust body, an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator might overflow with energy right on the spot.

”Phew... I need to calmly refine this medicinal power.”

Chen Ye looked at the bed where his eldest disciple lay unconscious, advising softly,

”Your Senior Sister is at a crucial stage in her physique awakening, must not be disturbed. Over the next few days, you must guard her well here.”

”Yeah, Master, don’t worry, Qing Jun will protect Senior Sister even without sleeping!” The little girl guaranteed, patting her chest.

Jin’er also nodded obediently, softly saying: ”Master should rest well and properly digest the medicine energy too.”

...

Next day, morning.

The sun had just risen when an unexpected commotion broke the tranquility of the Greed Pulse.

Chen Ye awoke from his cultivation, hearing strange noises coming from outside the Cold Scale Mansion.

He pushed open the mansion gate, and the scene before him left him momentarily stunned.

Outside the Cold Scale Mansion, a luxuriously decorated Spiritual Ship was hovering in midair.