Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

He could also feel the wood intention, full of vitality, generated by the Evergreen Technique.

Yet these two intentions were like fire and water, never able to perfectly merge.

"No, this isn't right... this isn't right..."

Chen Ye frowned deeply.

Or...

Should he just train hard for a few more days?

Now he was just thirty points shy of mastery proficiency; within a few days, he could naturally break through to Perfection.

However...

He didn't want to rely entirely on external aids for all his cultivation.

This was a consistent principle in Chen Ye's cultivation philosophy.

Whether it was alchemy or practicing the Spirit Plant Technique, he always kept thinking and learning, rather than blindly accumulating proficiency points.

This allowed him to understand by analogy, advancing rapidly in the cultivation of other matters.

...

Time flew by, and seven days passed in a flash.

Every day, besides spending two hours handling affairs in the valley and guiding his disciples in cultivation, the rest of the time Chen Ye was immersed in comprehending the Sword Path Intent Realm.

He no longer stuck to sword techniques or clung to spiritual power.

Instead, he carefully experienced the two flying swords he possessed: Iron Sword and Flying Light Sword.

The Iron Sword was an old companion that had been with him since he first transmigrated.

It looked ordinary and unremarkable, accompanying him from the shantytown of Yunxi District all the way to today. It carried his human perseverance and clumsiness.

Before transmigrating, he was just an unremarkable college student...

While the Flying Light Sword was a new sharp weapon he acquired.

Of extraordinary rank, unmatched in sharpness, light, and swift. It represented the strength and sharpness he now possessed as a cultivator.

When he acquired the Flying Light Sword, he could already be considered a mature cultivator well-honed through trials.

"Sword Intent... is not acquired from the sword artifact, nor from spiritual power, but originates from the will of the cultivator themselves!"

Chen Ye suddenly realized, a moment of spiritual illumination.

At that instant, the Flying Light Sword flew out from his sleeve.

Its ivory-like body emitted a foot-long sharp blue-white sword aura, and in the next moment, it vanished into the void.

There was no earth-shattering sword light, nor world-destroying momentum.

When it reappeared,

there was only a white line that was incredibly fast, like a line across the ocean abyss, slicing through the void!

"Whoosh—!"

The waterfall that had been cascading for who-knows-how-many years was silently split in two by this sword qi.

At the break, it was smooth as a mirror!

After a long while, the severed water finally fell with a roar, raising a mist of water in the air.

And at this moment!

"Boom—!"

A sound like thunder, the sonic boom belatedly exploded in this silent back mountain.

It seemed the sword edge was even faster than the sound!

This was the Thunderbolt of the Cyan Wave Sword Control Technique at the 5th Layer!

The sword was released like splitting the ocean, its momentum could sever gold and jade, its speed could chase the wind and lightning.

[Cyan Wave Sword Control Technique Perfection: 1/400]

Looking at the outcome of his strike, Chen Ye let out a long howl, feeling the long-standing pent-up frustration in his chest swept away!

With such a method, he had the confidence that if he faced Ji Yueze, a cultivator of Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer again, he wouldn't need to rely on Qingzhi's sneak attack and could confront him head-on!

He collected his flying sword, preparing to return to the Inner Valley.

But just as he turned around, he was slightly stunned.

Not far under that crooked old pine tree, he saw two small figures standing there, not knowing when they had arrived.

It was his two beloved disciples.

"When did you get here?"

Chen Ye looked at them, secretly putting his hands behind his back, his expression cool.

Oh dear,

who would have thought the handsome moment of the master would be discovered by his disciples…

"When Master was practicing the sword." Zhiwei answered softly.

In fact, every time over the past days when Chen Ye practiced swordsmanship, the two disciples would sneakily follow and watch.

They would always watch for a good while before leaving.

This… was really a headache for Chen Ye.

When the disciples were not around, he would lounge lazily on a rock, thinking and comprehending whatever felt comfortable.

But when the disciples came, he naturally couldn't cultivate in such an inelegant posture.

Every time, he had to exert much effort to pose gracefully, like a celestial being...

As for this time, he was fully focused on swordsmanship and didn't notice the arrival of his disciples.

However, looking at the bright eyes of his two disciples, he should still have been quite handsome... probably?

"Master is amazing!"

Qing Jun looked at him with admiration, her big bright eyes were full of little stars,

"That move just now, so... so amazing! Just like a divine fish from the sky!"

Chen Ye was quite pleased, although he didn't understand why "divine fish" was used to describe him, he felt proud all the same.

He stood with his hands behind his back, facing the mist from the waterfall, casually said "Hmm" with a light tone, and asked: "Did you understand it all?"

"Of course I understood!"

The little girl nodded vigorously, then tilted her small head and asked with an innocent face,

"Was Master just spitting water? The spitting was amazing!"

"..."

The smile on Chen Ye's face suddenly froze.

How could such a handsome display of Sword Intent possibly be just spitting water??

Wait, in front of the little girls, maybe it did look like that.

That white line did look like a water line, since it was splitting the ocean abyss after all…

No wonder this little girl said he was like a divine fish!!!

He coughed twice, forcibly pulling the topic back: "Cough cough… Let's not talk about that. Just tell me, was I stylish just now?"

"Stylish?"

Hearing this, Qing Jun examined him from head to toe, carefully scrutinizing.

Her gaze went on endlessly, making Chen Ye feel uneasy.

After a long while, the little girl tiptoed, squinting her big bright eyes, shook her head, and said in an extremely serious tone:

"Of course…"

Chen Ye was expectant.

The little girl teased him by keeping him in suspense, then put her hands behind her back and tilted her chin:

"Of course not stylish at all!"

Seeing her master's instantly fallen face, she added in a comforting tone:

"Master, don't worry, looking like this, with a scruffy beard, always in the fields like an old man… hehehe, Master is a diligent old Medicinal Farmer! So, no girl will fancy you! Master, don't have unrealistic hopes!"

Darn little girl!

Chen Ye only felt his heart like it was pierced by hundreds of needles, utterly broken.

He was only forty years old, how was he like an old man?

He let out a long sigh: "Oh… Am I... am I really that pathetic…"

"Oh, Master, don't be sad!"

Seeing this, Qing Jun seemed to feel her words were too hurtful.

She quickly came up, tugging on Chen Ye's clothes, tiptoeing, trying to reach his ear.

But no matter how much Qing Jun tiptoed, her short stature couldn't reach even her master's shoulder, let alone his ear.

Not until Chen Ye picked her up,

Qing Jun could then wrap her arms around her master's neck, and whisper in a sneaky voice only the two of them could hear:

"Even if no girl would like Master, but... but maybe, some little girl will!"

She blinked her slightly narrow eyes at Chen Ye when finished.

Her proud expression was just like her master's, waiting for him to turn from sorrow to joy and then happily kiss her!

But…

Chen Ye sensed something was off.

Darn little girl!

Such a young age, daring to pua her master!

If this isn't pua, what is pua!

"Oh? But what good is it if a little girl likes Master?"

Chen Ye raised his eyebrows, staring at the little girl.

"Ah… um…"

The little girl was immediately dumbfounded, only lowering her head after a while, fiddling with her fingers,

"Master… what does Master mean? Qing Jun is a dummy, I don't understand!"

Chen Ye coughed, giving a sly smile:

"Don't understand? Let's put it this way, Master only likes girls like Aunt Mao who are beautiful. If Aunt Mao likes Master, now that might work."

"Boo hoo!" Qing Jun burst into tears.

"Master?" Zhiwei was puzzled.

"Brother Ye!?" Qingzhu was shocked.