Those glistening phoenix eyes blinked, carrying a few traces of pitiable pleading:
"Give... wear nice clothes for Master to see..."
Chen Ye saw her in this state and couldn’t help but chuckle: "Then don’t regret it when the time comes!"
He hummed and let Qing Jun down.
However, he didn’t immediately let go, instead pressing her little head into his embrace.
Then he used the stubble that had just emerged on his chin, with a faint bluish hue, to vigorously rub against her tender, porcelain-like little cheeks.
"Ah! Master! It tickles! It prickles!"
Qing Jun was tickled into giggling by his sudden assault, her tiny body squirming in his embrace like a lively little fish.
Though the stubble wasn’t long, it rubbed against her face, bringing about bursts of tingly, itchy sensations, making her both ticklish and wanting to laugh.
Chen Ye watched her little face turn red from his stubble, her eyes curved in an adorable smile, and liked her even more.
He purposely put on a stern face, then rubbed against her other cheek, chuckling, "Hmph, who told you, little girl, to have ulterior motives?"
He paused for a moment, looking at the playful little apprentice in his arms.
The pinkish little cheeks, puffy little face, truly more and more like some kind of delicious food the more he looked.
Chen Ye couldn’t help but take a bite on her fair little face, making a smacking sound.
Then he smacked his lips, saying seriously: "Our Qing Jun really looks more and more like a cute little steamed bun, so white and tender, just looking makes one salivate, really makes one want to eat you in one bite!"
"Wu! Master is a big meanie! I’m not a little steamed bun! Qing Jun is Qing Jun!"
Qing Jun was stunned by his bite, then blushed even more at his comparison.
She angrily pushed at Chen Ye’s chest, trying to break free, yet still protesting indignantly.
"Oh? Not a little steamed bun?"
Chen Ye raised an eyebrow, deliberately leaning closer, taking a deep breath on her milky-smelling little face, making a look of being intoxicated,
"But it smells so nice too, fragrant and soft, if not a little steamed bun then what?"
"It’s Qing Jun! Fragrant Qing Jun!" The little girl righteously puffed out her little chest.
Then, Qing Jun furrowed her soft brow, forcefully pushing Chen Ye away:
"Master is becoming more like Taoist Zhang! Stay away from Qing Jun!"
Brat!
Chen Ye’s old face darkened, he cleared his throat, trying to put on a stern face, attempting to regain a bit of his master’s dignity:
"Alright, alright, no more fussing. Come here, today Master will teach you the Cyan Wave Sword Control Technique."
"Aren’t you eager to learn powerful magic? This magic is powerful, but also extremely difficult to cultivate!"
Chen Ye glanced up, seeing that Zhiwei had also gotten up, then waved his hand, calling Zhiwei over too.
Qing Jun was busily rubbing the faint tooth mark on her little face,
Originally still wanting to be angry, but upon hearing Chen Ye’s words, her eyes lit up:
"Master, is this Cyan Wave Sword Control Technique more powerful than that whoosh-whoosh-whoosh golden light of yours?"
Why is this girl always thinking about his Geng Metal Qi?
Chen Ye nodded: "Of course, this Cyan Wave Sword Control Technique is the sect’s superior swordsmanship, practiced to advanced levels, even taking someone’s head from a thousand miles away is not out of the question."
He took out a jade scroll.
The Cyan Wave Sword Control Technique, only the last three layers require divine sense to probe.
Once the divine sense probes, the last three layers will be transmitted into the cultivator’s divine sense, and then the jade scroll will self-destruct.
However, for now, teaching the disciples the first three layers will be more than sufficient.
By the time the disciples finish cultivating the first three layers, the Cyan Wave Sword Control Technique he practices might reach the 6th Layer, enabling him to even teach two disciples.
He first carefully explained the main principles and key points of the first three layers of the Cyan Wave Sword Control Technique to his two disciples.
Once the explanation was over, Chen Ye had his two disciples try to channel spiritual power and activate their respective flying swords.
"Master, is it like this?"
The two disciples asked Chen Ye in unison.
In front of them, the Flying Swords Canchen and Xiaohan were tremblingly floating in the air.
This indicated that they actually entered the initiation with ease!
This was faster progress than Chen Ye, who possessed a proficiency panel!
Chen Ye was shocked, realizing that he might have underestimated his two disciples.
Even though their physiques had not awakened yet, their comprehension alone far surpassed worldly cultivators.
Chen Ye was not stingy with praise: "Not bad. It’s just that the spiritual power is too weak; otherwise, you’d have offensive capabilities by now."
He walked forward, meticulously correcting their sword control techniques and the details of their spiritual power circulation.
Though these two disciples had high comprehension, they were still beginners, and many subtle points required guidance.
In some ways, Chen Ye himself might be one of the world’s most excellent masters.
Because he had the proficiency panel pouring experience, every step of his cultivation was solid and perfect!
...
At this very moment, far away in Baiqi Garden at the back of Herb Peak, the scene was entirely different.
Unlike the desolate and desolate place Chen Ye first encountered, today’s Baiqi Garden was vibrant and full of vitality.
Bai Susu stood alone in front of that solitary hut, her golden hair slightly fluttering in the morning breeze, but her exquisite little face bore a bit of impatience that was at odds with the serene environment.
"This damn servant! Why hasn’t he come to serve Susu yet!"
She had already been waiting here for almost two hours.
Ever since that day of "taking a thief as a father," she had verbally said she wanted Chen Ye as a servant, forbidding him from stepping out of Baiqi Garden.
But in reality, she herself was unsure of her feelings towards this man, somewhat resembling her father.
Was she angry that he had taken over the place dearest to her father, wearing her father’s Taoist robe, and using her father’s Geng Metal Qi?