Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

At this moment, Chen Ye couldn't be bothered to argue with the disciples. He had already activated the Qi Concealment Technique, his figure becoming ghost-like as he melded into the thick miasma.

In truth, Chen Ye could even understand them; they just didn't want to risk themselves for others.

"Damn it... I might as well ask Li Qiuyun for help."

...

"Why is Qing Jun so unlucky..."

The little girl rubbed her tears with an aggrieved expression.

She felt like the world was targeting her!

Either the bad master bullied her, or the wicked granny wanted to capture her, and now someone else was eyeing her treasure!

It seemed like even heaven was against her!

But Qing Jun still planned to forgive the heavens, after all... no matter what, now her master no longer bullied her, and instead treated her very, very well.

The two girls were back-to-back, surrounded by a dozen or so hostile-looking Loose Cultivators.

After all, even with good luck, it couldn't withstand a carpet-style encirclement, it could only delay time a little.

The eyes of these Loose Cultivators shone with greed and ferocity, staring intently at the two girls, or more accurately, at the pair of United Flying Swords in their hands with hints of Spiritual Light.

"Big brother, these two little girls... what if they really have some big background?"

A slightly timid Loose Cultivator whispered to the scar-faced man leading them,

"Otherwise, how did they get these Tier Two Flying Swords?"

The scar-faced man hesitated for a moment upon hearing this.

A Tier Two Flying Sword Magical Treasure was rare even among Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and its appearance in the hands of two girls at the Qi Cultivation Stage was indeed odd.

Before he could speak, the nearby thin-faced cultivator sneered:

"What background? In my opinion, these flying swords must have been acquired by luck from some Secret Realm! Have you ever seen any well-connected girls going out without some protective measures left by their elders? Like high-tier Talismans or Protective Magical Artifacts? Haha, they, on the contrary, couldn't even bring out a decent Talisman besides this eye-catching pile of Magical Treasures, isn't this courting death?"

His words made some sense, if there was indeed a strong background, why would the elder only give Magical Treasures but not protective items?

"Don't you talk nonsense!" Qing Jun was so angered by the thin-faced cultivator that her face turned red, she gripped the Xiaohan Sword tightly and mustered the courage to shout angrily, "If you dare hurt us, my master will absolutely not let you go!"

"Master?"

As soon as these words came out, even the thin-faced cultivator was slightly stunned, feeling a bit uneasy in his heart.

Could it be that behind these two girls, there really was a powerful figure?

The scar-faced man's eyes flickered, and he asked in a deep voice: "Oh? Who is your master? Let's hear it, maybe we know him and can spare your lives for his sake."

Upon hearing this, Qing Jun immediately puffed out her little chest, her face full of pride and she announced crisply, "My master is amazing! He's the best cook! Also, the most formidable Spirit Plant Master! And the best storyteller in the world!"

"..."

The scene fell into a bizarre silence.

The group of Loose Cultivators were initially stunned, exchanging glances, then erupted in laughter.

"Hahahaha! A cook? Spirit Plant Master? Good at storytelling? Little girl, are you telling a joke?"

"Wow, I've been roaming the Cultivation Realm for so many years, it's the first time I've heard of such... such an impressive master!"

"Is this little girl scared out of her wits?"

"Once we take the treasure, we'll go find your master who can cook and have him make us a nice meal! Hahaha!"

The laughter was incessant, full of disdain,

Qing Jun's fair little face turned red with anger: "You aren't allowed to talk nonsense! My master is really amazing!"

Zhiwei calmly glanced around at the surrounding Loose Cultivators: "My master is a Cultivator of the Lingyin Sect."

The laughter abruptly stopped.

Lingyin Sect!

Those three words were like a boulder thrown into the lake, causing the faces of the Loose Cultivators present to change.

However, the older girl didn't believe these Loose Cultivators would back down; instead, she became even more vigilant.

The scar-faced man's facial muscles twitched several times, feeling apprehensive, but more so ferocious.

He exchanged a look with the thin-faced cultivator, seeing the same determination in each other's eyes.

"So what if it's Lingyin Sect?" The thin-faced cultivator was the first to sneer, "This is Moon Rhinoceros Lake District, far from the seat of power! If we kill you and seize the treasures, we can just escape to the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect's territory, or flee directly to the Qi Kingdom! No matter how long the Lingyin Sect's reach is, it can't reach there!"

"Exactly!" The scar-faced man said viciously, "Such immense wealth is right before our eyes, how can we give it up because of an unknown Lingyin Sect disciple? Brothers, attack! Finish it quickly, lest we lose more time!"

These Loose Cultivators were desperados; the allure of the Tier Two Magical Treasures and the potential Secret Realm already made them disregard life and death.

The threat of the Lingyin Sect was certainly terrifying, but compared to the enormous profits before them, it was bearable.

"I didn't expect, in Qing Jun's eyes, Master is so amazing..."

Amidst the tense standoff, a gasping man squeezed in from the perimeter of the Loose Cultivators.

He had dirt and grass leaves on him, his robes were somewhat unkempt, beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, and his chest heaved violently, clearly exhausted.

"Master!"

Zhiwei and Qing Jun both exclaimed joyfully.

Chen Ye looked at his two disciples, especially Qing Jun's earlier words of defense, feeling a swirl of emotions, but he managed a faint, relieved smile.

Then, his expression turned stern as he surveyed the surrounding smug Loose Cultivators, gritting his teeth, he said: