Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

As for the hatred with Bai Li and others, it stemmed from this basis.

As the True Inheritor of the Yin Corpse Lineage, Yang Di’s expression was disinterested.

If it weren’t for avenging his cousin who died in the Luoxiao Grotto Heaven, he wouldn’t have bothered to personally ambush this Mao Family Trading Team.

”Don’t play around, finish it quickly. Kill them all, regardless of gender, take the corpses and Magical Artifacts, be quick; the Lingyin Sect’s inspections won’t be delayed for long.”

”Hehe, don’t worry, Senior Brother!”

Below, the Demon Cultivators of the Yin Corpse Vein let out strange laughter, quickly changing their spell forms.

Several Tier Two Corpse Puppets leaped high, smashing down upon the final defensive formation of the Mao Family!

The leader of the Mao Family’s eyes flared wide with anger, but he was powerless to reverse the situation. Everyone stared at the ghastly puppets, their eyes filled with despair, painfully closing their eyes.

”Clang——!!!”

Suddenly, from the heavens, a clear and ethereal sword cry exploded!

Yang Di’s heart jolted, he abruptly looked up.

He saw a sword light coming from the horizon, accompanied by nine small spiritual seals, arriving in an instant!

”Boom!”

The sword light cut into the battle formation.

Several Tier Two Corpse Puppets, capable of withstanding the bombardment of Magical Treasures, upon coming in contact with the sword light, were shredded into pieces like papier-mâché!

”Who is it?!”

Yang Di was startled and amazed, hurriedly summoned a large shield to guard in front of him.

”A debt collector.”

A cold female voice rang out in mid-air.

Everyone looked over in horror.

They saw a cold and otherworldly black-haired girl, stepping on a Flying Sword, surrounded by three gleaming gourds, as though a Sword Immortal had descended, looking down on them from above.

And beside her,

a silver-haired little girl waved her hand, the sword light entered her palm, she looked at them eagerly: ”What a disgusting smell, it’s appeared again!”

”Foundation Establishment Fourth Layer? Foundation Establishment Third Layer? Fairies, is there a misunderstanding? I...cough cough, I am at Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer, Fairies, please don’t be deceived by the appearance of these people... I am a Cultivator of the Medicine King Valley, these people, privately steal Spiritual Medicine...”

Yang Di was momentarily stunned, his Divine Sense swept over the opponent’s cultivation but was surprised, barely managed a smile.

Despite the smile, cold sweat gradually dripped from his forehead.

Wait...

How come it’s only Foundation Establishment Third Layer?

Just now that sword light, he was thinking it was from a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Hiss... could it be a prodigy from the Ruins Country?

”Misunderstanding?”

Jin’er frowned, looked at him seriously,

”Really? So you’re a Pharmacist from the Medicine King Valley?”

Yang Di nodded repeatedly: ”Fairy is wise!”

”That’s great.”

Jin’er patted her chest, seemingly relieved, her delicate calm face blossoming with a sweet smile, harmless to man and beast,

”Before heading out, Master repeatedly warned us, saying that during our training outside, we shouldn’t mistakenly kill good people. Since the senior is a life-saving Pharmacist, then it must be a huge misunderstanding.”

Hearing these words, Yang Di was overjoyed inside, secretly sneering: Truly a group of greenhorns, inexperienced little girls! Once I stabilize them, find a chance to set up a corpse poison array, I’ll certainly refine these prodigies into top-grade Yin Corpses!

”Fairy has such a kind heart, I admire...”

Yang Di cupped his hands, pretending to be dignified and virtuous, about to say more pleasing words to extricate himself.

But Jin’er tilted her head slightly, her watery eyes curiously assessed him, but the words she spoke made him shiver:

”But you know, Master used to say, Pharmacists from Medicine King Valley are perennial testers, swallowing Spirit Plant essence, their blood and flesh have long been soaked with pure pharmaceutical power, practically the best Spiritual Fertilizer in the whole world.”

The smile on Yang Di’s face froze, a chilling feeling rushing to the top of his skull: ”Fairy, what do you mean by this?”

”Since the senior is a good person, then be a good person to the end.”

Jin’er’s smile became even sweeter, she gently raised her slender finger, pointed at Yang Di, speaking in a playful tone:

”My little Teng has just hit a bottleneck in its breakthrough, just worrying about not finding good things to supplement it. If senior’s Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer blood and flesh are fully fed to it, little Teng would surely be very happy.”

As soon as she finished speaking.

”Boom——!”

The ground beneath Yang Di suddenly exploded!

In his horrified eyes, dozens of vines as thick as water barrels, with the violent demonic power of Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer, burst out of the soil!

”You tricked me?! You wicked girl...”

Yang Di screamed shrilly, this was actually a Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer Demon Plant!

The little girl gasped, warily watching Jin’er:

”Nasty Jin’er, Qing Jun knows you’re a bad guy! Do you dare say that in front of Master!”

Although manipulating the Vine King to fight, Jin’er looked relaxed, still replying casually:

”Oh, Senior Sister Qingjun! I was just tricking him, you wouldn’t believe it, right?”

This wicked Jin’er!

The little girl pouted:

”I don’t believe you! I meant, you’re usually the most obedient in front of Master, but actually have a belly full of bad ideas!”

In conclusion,

This battle doesn’t count for much for the three disciples.

At most, it serves as a whetstone, letting them adapt to their cultivation after breakthrough.

About a stick of incense later.

”Yay! Now we can go home! Is Aunt Mao cooking now?”

The little girl envisioned as Senior Sister’s sword cut off Yang Qiu’s head, immediately looking forward excitedly.

In her mind,

Aunt Mao was already wearing an apron, preparing fragrant Spiritual Cuisine for her at the stove.