Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

Before long.

Under Zhiwei’s tidying, the three girls emerged one by one from the room, looking completely refreshed.

However...

To say they are refreshed is really just that they have put on the attire of disciples from Baopu Peak.

After all, on such formal occasions, it’s unsuitable to dress too extravagantly.

Even so,

In Chen Ye’s eyes, each of his three disciples had their own charm. Even the ordinary disciple attire seemed to gain a distinctive flair on them.

Seeing that his three disciples were ready,

”Let’s go.”

With a sweep of his wide sleeve, Chen Ye conjured a cloud from thin air, lifting the four of them into the sky, transforming into a stream of flowing light, heading straight for Tianxu Peak.

...

Today, Lingyin Sect was truly abuzz with excitement.

The square outside Dubhe Hall was already teeming with people, bustling with activity.

In mid-air, beams of colorful sword lights and spiritual birds descended one after another. The Guardians and Stewards from both the Outer and Inner Sects, along with countless disciples, all gathered there.

Although the Yan and Qi kingdoms were engulfed in flames of war at the front, within the protective array of Lingyin Sect, the atmosphere was one of divine serenity, celestial music wafting, and the scent of spirit fruits filling the air.

As Chen Ye arrived with his three disciples and landed at the edge of the square,

The bustling square fell silent for a moment in an instant.

Countless gazes turned in their direction!

There was awe, curiosity, fervor, and a hint of scrutiny hidden in the shadows.

Even though Baopu Peak held a leisurely position,

it was one of the Inner Sect Twelve Peaks.

The previous peak master, Xu Henshan, had reached the peak of Foundation Establishment cultivation and was recently in seclusion to form his core, highlighting the prestige of an Inner Sect Peak Master.

”Look quickly! It’s Instructor Chen... no, it should be Peak Master Chen now!”

”And those must be his three esteemed disciples? I’ve heard they wreaked havoc in Luoxiao Grotto Heaven, seizing countless fortunes. Truly, a master can produce great disciples...”

Understood.

These words, when unspoken, were fine.

Upon being mentioned, Qing Jun’s hidden dragon tail could barely keep from wagging.

Yes, yes, yes!

She is indeed a great disciple!

On the high platform.

The Sect Master was dressed in a purple-gold robe, smiling. Behind him, even Elders, usually elusive as dragons, had arrived.

They were the Zhao Family’s Great Elder and the Fourth Elder, whom Chen Ye was familiar with.

The Fourth Elder wore a smile.

When Chen Ye was still a nobody, she saw his potential and bestowed upon him the Life and Death Profound Light scripture.

She also went against opposition to support him in many ways.

Chen Ye’s current accomplishments undoubtedly proved her keen judgment.

As for the Zhao Family’s Great Elder.

This was Chen Ye’s first time seeing this legendary figure.

It’s said that the Great Elder’s lifespan nears a thousand, barely qualifying him as a person of the Songyang era.

His true cultivation remains unknown.

For the Great Elder rarely took action, in recent centuries, only once. And when he did, he severely injured a Demon Lord from the Emotion Crossing Sect just recently.

The old man wore a simple gray robe.

Though a Golden Core True Man, he appeared elderly and feeble, lacking vigor.

Time is unkind, and even forming a Golden Core, one’s lifespan ultimately has a limit.

Having lived nearly a thousand years, he had long surpassed the limits of an ordinary Golden Core True Man, with his body on the brink of the five declines of nature and man.

His white hair was sparse, his body hunched, completely lacking the aura of a True Man.

But Chen Ye knew well, in the Cultivation Realm, the more an existence was like this, half body in the grave, living as an old monster, the more terrifying they were. Ordinary people could not live to a thousand years...

Almost as if sensing Chen Ye’s gaze,

The Great Elder’s drooping eyes slightly lifted, glancing lightly at Chen Ye across the distant square.

”Boom!”

In just that brief moment of eye contact, the Star of Suppression in the depths of Chen Ye’s sea of consciousness trembled slightly.

The Elder’s Divine Sense was terrifying!

It was like an invisible divine mountain of immense size, rudely bearing down!

If the Star of Suppression wasn’t lit,

Chen Ye would certainly instinctively defend with his Divine Soul at this moment.

But the presence of the Star of Suppression made his Divine Soul less susceptible to impact, hence maintaining calmness.

In a flash of a thought, clarity arose in Chen Ye’s mind.

Today was his inauguration ceremony as peak master, under everyone’s watchful eyes; the Great Elder, the sect’s stabilizing force, absolutely wouldn’t take this opportunity to secretly assassinate him.

Moreover.

The Great Elder’s Divine Sense was extremely concealed; if not for Chen Ye’s extraordinarily robust Divine Soul, far surpassing that of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, it would have been hard to detect his terrifying Divine Sense.

Though uncertain of this old monster’s intentions, Chen Ye decisively dismissed all defenses, maintaining an entirely vulnerable stance.

Sure enough.

That terrorizing Divine Sense, like Mount Tai descending, dissipated naturally upon touching Chen Ye’s body, as gently as a breeze brushing over a ridge.

Chen Ye, calm and composed, without even his clothing fluttering, thought to himself:

”He’s probing? An ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator surely wouldn’t notice his Divine Sense. Given that, keeping a low profile is indeed good.”

On the high platform.

A glimmer of thoughtfulness flickered in the cloudy old eyes of the Great Elder.

This young man... seems without issue.

Though his Divine Sense was gentle as a breeze brushing over willows, if one was a rebirth and body-seizing old monster, there’d certainly be an incongruity between the Divine Soul and the physical body, making it nearly impossible to blend seamlessly, achieving unity of form and spirit.

The Great Elder silently calculated in his heart.

In the Cultivation Realm, someone who has seized another’s body, no matter their previous towering cultivation or supreme methods, the exterior shell is ultimately a borrowed Tripod Furnace.

A gap between the Divine Soul and the physical apertures inevitably exists, also known as the incompatibility of vitality with fate.

Upon encountering the suppression of a high-tier Divine Sense, the body and spirit would instinctively repel each other.