Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

Chapter 701 - 342: Qing Jun Brand Little Dried Dragon

The disciple’s tail.

The texture is really something!

"Tsk tsk, these scales, as smooth as jade and tougher than iron, truly worthy of a True Dragon’s body..."

Chen Ye fondly rubbed the little tail like an old scholar examining a walnut, particularly the tuft of pink fur at the tip, which he found especially irresistible.

He couldn’t help but exclaim in genuine admiration.

"Master, you’re bad!" a certain humiliated girl muttered.

"Qing Jun, you don’t understand. I’m checking your bone development. If that tail bone grows crooked, you’ll become a crooked-tailed dragon! How unsightly a crooked-tailed dragon would be."

The master spoke with conviction, full of righteousness.

Besides,

since when can a little girl like you act so righteously?

"Ugh..."

Qing Jun lay on the bed, burying her face in the pillow, gripping the sheets with her little hands, her tail caught in the grip of her master, feeling quite distressed.

"Master... you’re lying... how could I become a crooked-tailed dragon!"

The little girl’s voice was muffled,

"You’re just playing around! And... and you’re stroking against the grain! It’s so ticklish! Master, Qing Jun’s tail is newly grown, it can’t handle such teasing!"

Is this disciple intent on exposing her master?

Furthermore,

who wouldn’t want to touch a dragon’s tail when they see one?

Whether in the past life, or in the current Cultivation Realm, dragons are mythical creatures!

Now,

with a True Dragon lying right in front of him,

Chen Ye simply couldn’t resist, but seeing his disciple unhappy, he had no choice but to let go of the tail and said seriously:

"Don’t say such nonsense, I’m just testing your tail. Alright, put it away now, the test is complete."

"Hmph!"

Qing Jun felt as if she was granted amnesty, quickly retracting her tail with a "whoosh".

She then cautiously shrank into the corner of the bed, covering her bottom with both hands, looking at him with a face that said "Master is a big pervert".

Outrageous!

Chen Ye was angry,

This audacious little girl is defying the heavens!

She wouldn’t even let her master touch her tail!

He pretended not to see his disciple’s scornful look, stood up with hands clasped behind his back, and said lightly:

"By the way, Qing Jun, your bloodline awakening might require a lot of Spirit Food to replenish your body, right?"

This statement hit the soul directly.

The grievance from before felt as big as the sky, but as soon as Little Qing Jun heard the words "Spirit Food", there was no way she could keep her tail hidden.

It immediately popped out, wagging back and forth.

"Gurgle——"

Qing Jun dropped her hands from her bottom, rubbing her flat little belly, looking at Chen Ye with pitiful eyes, tears nearly falling from her mouth:

"Hungry... Master... I’m really hungry..."

"It feels like there’s an endless pit in my stomach, able to eat a whole mountain of Spirit Rice! If I don’t eat something soon, Qing Jun will faint from hunger and turn into a shriveled little dragon jerky..."

Alright then.

This girl still likes to act cute in front of her master.

But what she said wasn’t an exaggeration.

The bloodline awakening not only drastically changed Qing Jun’s form but also consumed a large amount of her vitality and Spiritual Power.

This was a massive project of growing horns and a tail!

Now, Qing Jun was in a state of extreme depletion, in dire need of energy replenishment.

Chen Ye mused to himself:

"It seems I misjudged... I thought Qing Jun’s physique was special, that her cultivation would be slow for a while, unable to catch up with Zhiwei and Jin’er—after all, when Zhiwei reached Foundation Establishment, Qing Jun was only at the Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer, both started on the same line back then..."

"But now, the True Dragon’s scales have brought enormous benefits to Qing Jun, perhaps... her cultivation might catch up again. Could it be that I, Chen, will soon have three disciples at Foundation Establishment?"

Thinking of this,

Chen Ye was secretly delighted.

Being able to personally train three young girls to the Foundation Establishment Stage, would make him a top-class master in the Lingxu Realm, not to mention within the Yan Kingdom!

"Master, why are you smiling! Hurry up and give Qing Jun something to eat!"

The little girl had been acting pitiful for a while but seeing her master standing there with a weird grin, she couldn’t hold back any longer, revealing her fierce nature, she began to threaten her master,

"Qing Jun is powerful now! If Master doesn’t listen, Qing Jun won’t be polite! Do you hear me, Taoist Chen!"

"Alright, alright, stop howling."

Chen Ye put away his little mischievousness as a master, looking at his disciple who seemed about to pounce and bite, he couldn’t help but laugh wryly.

He reached out to straighten her clothes that had become disheveled from rolling on the bed, and then snapped a Dust Cleaner technique. A warm wave of Water Spiritual Power swept over, removing the stickiness from Qing Jun’s recent sweating, turning her back into that pink and jade-like little dumpling.

"Let’s go, we’re going out." Chen Ye held her soft little hand, "Your master will take you for some meat."

"Hmph! So Master, you do know fear!" The little girl took his hand and chattered on, "Then Qing Jun will be gracious enough to spare you this time!"

"Alright! Many thanks to Lord Qing Jun for sparing Master..."

"Hehe..."

...

This retreat lasted about three days.

Zhiwei had long grown used to it, though worried, she did not panic.

It was Mao Qingzhu who...

To whom both were immensely important, couldn’t afford to lose them.

Unaware of the secret between Chen Ye and his disciple, she could only worry helplessly outside.

"Creak—"

The door, closed for three full days and nights, finally opened.

The morning sunlight streamed in, dispelling the gloom inside the room.

The little girl squinted slightly at the sunlight, stretching comfortably.

"Is that, Sister Qingzhu?"

Chen Ye paused slightly, under the old pear tree in the courtyard, stood a familiar figure.

Her delicate brows furrowed, her face full of worry, evoking compassion.

Beside the stone table lay a food box emitting warmth, presumably delivered for Qing Jun.