Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

Not only was there Chen Ye, but also the companionship of Qing Jun.

In the past, in Divine Mist Valley, she could only focus on her spiritual practice, with only Xiaoli by her side to talk to—which couldn’t compare to Baopu Peak.

”Sister Qingzhu.”

Chen Ye didn’t hide his footsteps, walking to the courtyard gate and softly calling.

Mao Qingzhu shuddered, suddenly turning her head.

Seeing that tall figure under the moonlight, the graceful beauty glanced nervously behind him:

”Qing Jun... is she calmed down?”

She didn’t see Qing Jun behind Chen Ye.

Mao Qingzhu felt both a little disappointed and inexplicably hopeful.

”She’s calmed down.”

Chen Ye walked forward with a smile, naturally reaching out to tidy her somewhat messy sideburns,

”That girl is just a little glutton, after two duck legs, she forgets all her grievances. Now she’s clamoring to dine with you.”

”That’s good, that’s good...”

Mao Qingzhu sighed in relief, patting her chest,

”I was worried she might really be angry with me and ignore me in the future.”

”She’s spoiled by me.”

Chen Ye shook his head, then gazed at her intently,

”But you, Sister Qingzhu. You’ve been busy all this way, and upon arriving, still had to clean up this mess, you must be exhausted, right?”

”Not tired.”

Mao Qingzhu shook her head, her shimmering eyes looking at him as she gently smoothed Chen Ye’s collar,

”But you, spent the day in Alchemy and teaching disciples, and just now even had to soothe Qing Jun, you must be fatigued, right? I’ve just brewed a pot of Cloud Mist Heart-Clearing Tea with the Spiritual Spring Water from this mountain. Come inside and I’ll pour you a cup to relieve your weariness.”

Her eyes lowered, long lashes casting a small shadow of raven black on her eyelids, dignified yet gentle.

Chen Ye’s Adam’s apple subtly moved.

The girls around him are all so feisty... only Sister Qingzhu is gentle as water.

He allowed Mao Qingzhu to lead him by the sleeve into the Moon Embrace Pavilion.

The furnishings inside were elegantly arranged, with a censer burning Concentrating Spirit’s incense, its light smoke curling up.

”Sit.”

Mao Qingzhu guided Chen Ye to sit on the soft couch, then turned to fetch the tea set, personally brewing tea for Chen Ye.

The wide sleeve gently slipped down with the movement, revealing a fair wrist, like snow piled up.

”This tea is a specialty of Divine Mist Valley, Brother Ye, have a taste...”

As she spoke gently, she held the teapot with her fair hand, pouring the boiling tea, emitting a misty steam.

But before the teacup could be passed over,

A warm large hand suddenly covered the back of her hand.

”Ah...”

Mao Qingzhu’s hand trembled, almost spilling the tea.

She looked up at him a bit flustered, her heart pounding like thunder.

”Ye... Brother Ye?”

”I’m not thirsty.”

Chen Ye’s voice was low, and with a slight force, he took the teacup from her hand, casually placing it aside.

Then, extending his long arm, he pulled the graceful woman into his embrace.

Mao Qingzhu gasped, her body going limp in his lap, yet still trying to maintain her dignity as an elder sister, she chided coyly with a mix of shame and indulgence:

”Don’t fool around... the door isn’t fully closed yet...”

”There’s a Restriction, who could come in?”

Chen Ye chuckled lightly, not releasing his hold, but instead drawing even closer, noses nearly touching, their breaths intertwining,

”Besides, didn’t Sister Qingzhu just ask if I was tired?”

”If I’m tired, sister, how do you plan to help me relieve it?”

Hearing the word ”sister”, Mao Qingzhu felt a tingling in her ears, avoiding his gaze:

”Brother Ye, don’t be naughty, I... I can massage your shoulders, or... or I can go prepare a bath for you...”

”Those don’t relieve fatigue.”

Chen Ye lowered his head, gently nibbling on her earlobe like a jade, feeling her shiver in his arms before whispering with satisfaction,

”The best way to relieve fatigue, doesn’t Sister Qingzhu know?”

”The so-called... balance of yin and yang, solitary yin cannot produce, solitary yang cannot grow.”

This...

Mao Qingzhu’s face flushed like a cloud.

How could she not understand the meaning behind this?

”You... you rogue...”

Chen Ye didn’t give her a chance to escape, his large hand slipped beneath her skirt, feeling the cool skin as smooth as cream.

”Mmm...”

Mao Qingzhu struggled to contain her embarrassment, slightly tilting her head back, revealing a graceful and slender neck like a flower waiting to be plucked,

”Brother Ye, you can’t...”

”Alright, I’ll listen to sister.”

Chen Ye agreed verbally, but his actions grew more domineering.

His fingers skillfully untied the elaborate garment, layers of clothing falling away like petals, revealing large swathes of dazzling white.

Mao Qingzhu shamefully shut her eyes, long lashes trembling unceasingly.

She tried to cover herself, but Chen Ye easily grasped her wrists, pressing them down onto the soft couch.

”Look at me.”

Chen Ye leaned down, utterly dominant.

Mao Qingzhu was forced to open her eyes, her vision blurred with mist, seeing only the man’s face filled with possessiveness.

”Sister Qingzhu, you are truly beautiful.”

Chen Ye whispered.

The curtain fell, concealing the scene inside the room.

Only the sound of the wind rustling the bamboo leaves outside the pavilion could be heard, failing to cover the uncontrollable sounds within.

The candlelight flickered.

A woman’s gentle voice pleading could be heard.

As if comforting, yet also guiding.