Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

After settling his apprentice, Chen Ye resolutely walked out of the cave.

With his Perfection-level Qi Concealment Technique, he had already shaken off most of the pursuers.

However, one aura clung to him like a shadow, staying neither too fast nor too slow behind him.

This person was none other than that Seventh-Layer Qi Cultivation cultivator from the Ji Family, Ji Yunting!

His cultivation was at the Late-stage Qi Cultivation, with a Divine Sense far more powerful than those Loose Cultivators at the Middle Stage, and he was also skilled in the Tracking Skill. Chen Ye found it difficult to shake him off for a while.

He must quickly kill this person; otherwise, if other Ji family cultivators arrived, it would become troublesome.

"Not running anymore?"

Ji Yunting's voice carried a touch of mockery, coming from afar behind,

"Looking at your posture, are you still planning to fight me to the death? Hahaha..."

He found Chen Ye's overconfidence amusing.

Chen Ye showed no emotion, his fingers placed on the hilt, looking distantly at Ji Yunting.

If it weren't for protecting Zhiwei and Qing Jun, he wouldn't have been so restrained, resulting in such a desperate chase.

Now...

He had no more worries!

Seeing this, Ji Yunting's face showed a trace of a cruel smile, and he leisurely walked over, pointing a long, cold-glittering sword at Chen Ye from afar: "It saves me the effort."

"Noisy!"

Chen Ye shouted, no longer wasting words with him. The Limit Break of Geng Metal Qi instantly condensed into several dozen golden Qi Needles, thin as cow's hair, shooting toward Ji Yunting like a torrential downpour!

"Humph, petty tricks!"

Ji Yunting's mouth belittled, but his heart was startled.

The speed at which this person cast his spell was unbelievably fast!

His long sword in hand shook, the sword's spirit light slightly rippling, as he shouted: "Solid Essence Shield!"

A layer of pale yellow spiritual light shield instantly enveloped him completely.

At the same time, his wrist flipped, and his long sword drew a fierce Sword Qi, whistling towards the incoming gold Qi Needles.

The sound of "ding ding ding" echoed in the forest.

Ji Yunting felt the other party's Spiritual Power was so abundant that it oppressed his own internal Qi and blood, causing them to surge.

Something's not right!

This person's Geng Metal Qi was far more powerful than ordinary.

Forcing himself to speak tough, he said: "Old thing, is this all you got?"

However, before he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Only to see Chen Ye advancing instead of retreating, the dark Iron Sword at his side already unsheathed with a "clang", suspended beside him.

The sword's azure light flowed, and a fierce Sword Intent burst out, making even this Seventh-Layer Qi Cultivation cultivator feel a bit anxious.

"Cyan Wave Sword Control Technique?!"

Ji Yunting exclaimed in shock; this Sword Technique was the Lingyin Sect's top-tier Flying Sword Technique, famous throughout the Yan Kingdom.

But... this Sword Technique is extremely difficult to start, how could a Spirit Plant Cultivator possibly master it?

Chen Ye, however, gave him no chance to ponder, pinching the Sword Technique, and the heavy Iron Sword, under his precise control of Divine Sense, transformed into a nimble blue water line, the sword tip flickering unpredictably, carrying a surging momentum, sweeping towards Ji Yunting!

"This is impossible!" Ji Yunting roared inwardly, unable to understand how a Spirit Plant Cultivator's Swordsmanship could reach such heights!

He quickly mobilized his full Spiritual Power; the long sword in his hand also shone brightly, unwilling to show weakness as it met the attack.

This was the Ji Family's Swordsmanship, Fleeting Shadow.

In an instant, Ji Yunting's sword light became rapid and elusive, like a fleeting shadow skimming over water, attempting to use speed to counter speed and disrupt Chen Ye's offensive.

However, Chen Ye's Iron Sword, though appearing heavy, was exceedingly agile under the Cyan Wave Sword Control Technique's activation.

The Sword Momentum was sometimes like crashing waves against the shore, surging and unfettered, sometimes like a gentle ripple, penetrating every gap.

Ji Yunting's Fleeting Shadow, though quite ingenious, appeared inadequate against Chen Ye's unpredictable and potent Sword Techniques, full of openings.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The Iron Sword and the long sword continually collided, sparks flying everywhere.

Ji Yunting only felt the opponent's Sword Techniques clinging to him like a bone with no means of escape; no matter how he changed moves to defend, they could always attack from unexpected angles, and each collision with the heavy sword left his arm numb and his Qi surging.

"This old fellow... how is his Spiritual Power so refined? The Sword Techniques are also so seasoned!"

The more Ji Yunting fought, the more alarmed he became, finding himself entirely at a disadvantage, having only the ability to parry, without the ability to counterattack.

Just now, several figures began to appear in the forest again, precisely those Loose Cultivators Chen Ye previously shook off.

Among them were notably two late-stage Qi Cultivation cultivators!

Seeing the two fighting in the field, they all froze.

"Ji Yunting? How did he already start fighting? And... and lost the upper hand?" A short stout late-stage Qi Cultivation cultivator was full of shock.

Another tall and thin cultivator's eyes flickered, softly saying: "This person's Swordsmanship is awfully strange, not like usual styles... Ji Yunting was one of the few exceptional young prodigies of the Ji family, meticulously nurtured with great effort, reportedly due to join the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect soon... for a breakthrough! If he perishes here..."

They exchanged glances, both seeing the same thought in each other's eyes, mutually pausing with no one stepping forward to assist.

The other Loose Cultivators, seeing this, were even more delighted to watch the show, observing from a distance.

In the field, Chen Ye, having attacked for a long time without a breakthrough, felt his heart sink as he saw the gathered Loose Cultivators multiply around him.

Chen Ye's eyes focused, his body's Spiritual Power frantically circulating, pouring into the Iron Sword.

The dark Iron Sword's azure light surged dramatically, and the Sword Momentum abruptly changed, no longer the previous nimble transformation, but turned into a genuine tempest, each sword heavier than the last, continuously, carrying an invincible momentum, wildly crashing towards Ji Yunting!