"Break it...for me!!"
He gathered all his divine sense and spiritual power into one point, and launched the final assault on the already crumbling barrier!
This time, he was not bounced back again.
"Crack——!"
A crisp shattering sound, as if coming from the depths of his soul, resounded with a boom!
The solid barrier that had troubled him for seven days finally shattered!
An unprecedented sense of power filled his heart, the dantian energy sea expanded once more, and the eighth azure vortex, under the washing of the vast spiritual energy, slowly took form!
The eighth layer of Qi Cultivation, achieved!
Spiritual power and divine sense increased by nearly forty percent!
In the past, when he executed the Overlapping Waves Triple Slash, he had strength to spare but was lacking in power, using it once would deplete too much spiritual energy.
But now, he could easily perform the Overlapping Waves Triple Slash!
In addition, a stronger divine sense allowed for even more refined control over Qingzhi.
"The eighth layer of Qi Cultivation, can Foundation Establishment be far behind..."
After the breakthrough, Chen Ye’s muddled mind suddenly became clear. He felt the powerful strength within him, his thoughts suddenly dispersed,
"At this rate, by the time I reach Foundation Establishment, my disciple might have already grown up..."
...
Meanwhile, on the other side of Lisong Valley.
Steward Wei looked at the withered spirit field in front of him with a strange expression, sneering:
"This Steward Chen, does he think he’s here in Lisong Valley to retire? Has he completely ignored these Spirit Plants?"
Admittedly, as a steward of this level, one naturally doesn’t need to personally tend to the fields like an old farmer.
But since Lisong Valley suffered from a cold disaster, he should at least use some Spirit Plant Techniques to protect the Spirit Plant Essence Qi, right? Shouldn’t he devise some strategies to cope?
Even Steward Tian, who was preparing for Foundation Establishment, used to frequently employ the Ganlin Nourishing Technique, Purification Technique, and other techniques.
Yet Steward Chen seemed fine, staying at home for seven consecutive days and playing around with two little girls.
Another disciple came over, softly saying: "Steward, that Chen... it’s been seven days, and he’s still shut in his room, not having taken a single step outside. Does he even know how to tend to Spirit Plants? Could it be..."
"Hmph, Tian Nong is not a fool! Lisong Valley is an important place for the sect. How could he allow a flashy but useless person come to idle away the days?
Hearing this, Wei Cheng shook his head,
"It’s just, perhaps he doesn’t have any good methods for these Spirit Plants either. He’s probably just trying to get by, anyway, we are all watching..."
At face value, these words seemed to defend Chen Ye, but they were actually subtly provocative.
The implication being that Chen Ye left everything to these eight Outer Sect disciples and Wei Cheng himself?
Sure enough,
This disciple showed dissatisfaction: "This Steward Chen sure has great ideas! He expects us to do all the dirty and tiring work. But... but the sect sends Guardians monthly for evaluations, he may not care about the evaluation, but this concerns our entry to the Inner Sect..."
How is this the behavior of a responsible manager? Clearly, he’s just a fool at a loss when faced with problems!
The other disciples were all indignant, whispering among themselves.
Wei Steward’s eyes turned as he suddenly said: "I have a way for you to escape the complications from Steward Chen..."
The disciple’s eyes lit up: "Hope Wei Steward can show us the way!"
"Well... my Wei Family is an affiliated family of the Lingyin Sect, and in our family, there is a Spiritual Peach Garden, which is also a sector’s property! I’ll find a way to get transferred to the Spiritual Peach Garden, and you just follow me. When the Guardians come for evaluation, Lisong Valley’s condition will not have anything to do with us."
Wei Steward looked at these eight disciples, smiling kindly.
These Outer Sect disciples, originally Herb Peak disciples, skilled and exactly the talents needed by the Wei Family!
Some disciple hesitated: "But... but if we all leave, with only Steward Chen left in Lisong Valley, if anything happens, can we escape the responsibility?"
"No worries, explaining this would take a long time, but it started with Steward Tian."
Mentioning this, Wei Steward couldn’t help but feel a hint of satisfaction.
Before leaving, Tian Nong, perhaps to show his broad-mindedness, or to create obstacles for Wei Cheng, an ’old’ acquaintance, actually applied to the sect to entrust all personnel movement rights within the valley to the newly appointed manager.
This was originally a means for Tian Nong to balance against Wei Cheng, but unexpectedly, it became the best excuse for him to extricate himself now!
...
The black-haired little girl practiced her Flying Sword absent-mindedly. Ever since learning the Cyan Wave Sword Control Technique, she diligently practiced, quickly reaching the second layer of the technique.
Had it not been for the third layer Surging Waves requiring abundant spiritual energy as support, she would have already entered the third layer.
It’s just, Master went into seclusion...
For some reason, when Master wasn’t around, she lost some motivation for practicing her sword.
The Canchen Sword in her hand seemed to have become heavier, making her entire body feel lethargic.
"Hmm? Is Zhiwei unwell?"
A warm big hand supported her shoulder.
Zhiwei suddenly came alive, her pale little face showing a hint of surprise: "Master!"
Chen Ye unceremoniously knocked Zhiwei on the head, assuming the demeanor of a master, solemnly said:
"If you’re sick, rest well! The path of cultivation cannot be rushed!"
Seeing the talkative, worried expression of her Master, Zhiwei’s eyes couldn’t help but curve into two crescent moons.
She wasn’t sick at all...
Just that,
seeing her Master so worried, she didn’t want to confess.
It’s okay to tell a little lie occasionally, right?
The black-haired little girl’s slender legs softened, she held onto her Master’s sleeve, her long black hair covered her expression:
"Hmm... sorry, Master, Zhiwei feels a bit dizzy, unintentionally offending Master..."
She quickly let go of her small hand, letting her thin body sway.
Chen Ye couldn’t bear seeing Zhiwei looking so pitiful, immediately shook his head: "What offense? Let Master examine you."
He moved one hand supporting his big disciple’s knee, the other went under her armpit, lifting her easily into his arms.
"Mas... Master!"
The girl in his arms suddenly stiffened, her cool little face immediately turning crimson, instinctively burying her face deeply into her master’s broad chest, leaving only a snow-white neck and slightly red ears.
The Master’s embrace was broad, very warm, carrying a faint herbal fragrance that comforted her...
But...but...this was too embarrassing!
This was the first time Master held her like this!
"You child, your face is just too thin."
Chen Ye looked at the big disciple in his arms, curled up like a small black cat, unable to help but sigh.
What’s there to be embarrassed about?
If it were Qing Jun, riding on my head wouldn’t make him feel embarrassed!
Speak of Qing Jun, here he comes.
"Senior sister... eh? Are you sick? Why didn’t Qing Jun know..."