Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

According to what this Hua Jingxin said, this highly respected True Man Dongshan doesn’t seem to be any sort of kind-hearted gentleman.

”Back then, this True Man Dongshan personally went to our Budu River once, and exchanged for several Secret Techniques from Budu River.”

The girl paused, secretly glanced at Chen Ye, and continued:

”Moreover, the reason Gu Tangyin is so valued by True Man Dongshan in Huayue Mansion, apart from her own talent, is mainly because she possesses a rare kind of Spirit Body.”

Hearing this, Chen Ye couldn’t help raising his brows. Thinking of Budu River, he said with a strange expression:

”Could it be, a constitution suitable for serving as someone’s Furnace?”

”N-no, that’s not it! Senior Chen, you misunderstand!”

Hua Jingxin was startled, and quickly shook her head like a rattle-drum, afraid that Chen Ye would think she was implying something, and hurriedly explained,

”There’s no such thing in this world as a constitution born solely to be a Furnace. It’s just that so-called Spirit Bodies are extraordinary in themselves. Whether for cultivation, or for being used for something else, they’re a top-notch choice...”

Chen Ye suddenly understood.

Tsk.

Listening to Hua Jingxin talk about Budu River Secret Techniques, he’d thought this cold and aloof Gu Tangyin would have some kind of extreme contrast-type physique.

”Not many people know about this. Only a few disciples under True Man Dongshan know, like He Qinyuan, like my brother. Ironically, it’s Gu Tangyin, this True Disciple, who’s kept in the dark. This trip to Yan Kingdom, He Qinyuan is actually here to keep an eye on Gu Tangyin for True Man Dongshan.”

Hua Jingxin muttered,

”As for me and my brother, we wouldn’t dare tell her. Besides, we can’t be bothered. Whether that Yan Cultivator lives or dies... ahem. In short, Senior, you’d better not kill Gu Tangyin, otherwise you’ll definitely enrage the True Man. Better to let her return to her Sect—she might not even have time to take revenge before dying at the True Man’s hands.”

Chen Ye rubbed his chin, thoughtful.

So, Gu Tangyin is worth more than he’d imagined.

Presumably, he could extort even more Spirit Stones from True Man Dongshan.

What gave Chen Ye a headache, however, was that

according to Hua Jingxin,

the Zhong Family Brothers his disciple killed were not merely True Man Dongshan’s adopted sons; they were Spirit Bodies specially cultivated by True Man Dongshan, with other uses in mind.

”I’m not clear on the matter of the Zhong Family Brothers; that’s all what my brother said...”

Seeing Chen Ye frown, Hua Jingxin hurriedly added.

Chen Ye raised a brow, somewhat skeptical:

”Your brother seems rather smart. Why would he tell you all this?”

!

Hua Jingxin was stunned. The implication of those words was basically calling her stupid, wasn’t it?

The girl gritted her teeth, suppressing her irritation, and explained:

”My brother’s harsh with his words, but he’s always spoiled me... Also, in Huayue Mansion, because of Budu River, he’s constantly the target of gossip and has no friends. Whatever he wants to say, he can only say to me...”

Well then.

Turns out Huayue Mansion really does have strict class divisions inside.

Locals look down on outsiders; people of the Mansion look down on those from other Sects.

Chen Ye shook his head, thinking to himself.

”So, everything traces back to True Man Dongshan. On the surface, it looks like we offended Gu Tangyin, but in reality we’ve offended that True Man Dongshan.”

”Forget it. In fact, Lingyin Sect’s stance is opposed to Huayue Mansion’s by default. Even if we offend the Mansion Master of Huayue Mansion, there’s nothing we can do about it. Instead of overthinking, it’s better to cultivate properly and first squeeze a good amount of Spirit Stones out of that True Man.”

Having made up his mind, Chen Ye gathered his scattered thoughts and let his gaze fall once more on Hua Jingxin, who was huddled in a corner.

”Your information is very valuable.”

Chen Ye flicked his fingertips, a gentle strand of Spiritual Power lifting Hua Jingxin’s body and helping her barely stand upright.

”S-Senior Chen... then can I...?” Hua Jingxin looked at him with pleading eyes, her face full of the desire to live and go home.

”Of course, I’ll be sending you back right away.”

Chen Ye looked at her with a smile, then added,

”It’s just that, there’s still a small task for you.”

...

At the broken cliff behind the mountain, the cold wind whistled.

When Chen Ye returned, Hua Wuyin, the Female Cultivator surnamed Liu, and the others were all staring anxiously in this direction.

And when they saw Hua Jingxin, head lowered, meekly following behind Chen Ye—with her eyes a bit red and swollen, yet without the slightest trace of torture on her body—they were all stunned.

”Jingxin! Are you all right? He... he didn’t do anything to you, did he?!” Hua Wuyin was so emotional he burst into tears.

”Brother, I’m fine...”

Hua Jingxin glanced at her own brother and sighed inwardly.

Brother, not only am I fine, I also sold you all out, and even spilled all the things you said in private.

”Shut up, enough nonsense.”

Chen Ye impatiently cut off this touching sibling scene, then turned to Zhiwei, who was standing to the side with her sword in her arms,

”Have all the Divine Sense imprints been carved?”

”Reporting to Master, they’ve all been carved.”

Zhiwei stepped forward, respectfully presenting several Jade Scrolls that shimmered with faint light,

”This disciple has already checked and instructed them. Except for Gu Tangyin—her mind is firm and she’s unmoved... If Master wishes, this disciple can try other methods.”

As she said this, the girl’s face remained calm.

But Chen Ye understood the implication: nothing more than using some torture. He shook his head:

”Leave such things to your Master.”

His eldest disciple,

that was a Daughter of Destiny—how could she handle such filthy work?

”Besides,”

Chen Ye took the Jade Scrolls, tossed them lightly in his hand, a trace of mockery at the corner of his lips,

”when dealing with a proud Cultivator like Gu Qianlong, physical torture is the lowest-tier method. If we want her to bow her head, there are plenty of bloodless ways. No rush, we have all the time in the world to slowly wear down this hawk.”

With that, he casually pinched out a Sound Transmission Talisman, murmured a few words into it, and the Talisman turned into a streak of Flowing Light, flying toward the front mountain of Baopu Peak.