Outside the window, darkness had fallen.
The plum blossoms swayed in the night wind, occasionally accompanied by the shrill cries of cats, reminiscent of a baby crying at night.
Two dark shadows stood motionless inside the room.
Only eyes emitting a faint light, blinking.
"S—s—" The cold snow slapped against the carved window, adding a hint of eeriness.
"Master..."
Hearing Qing Jun’s soft voice,
Chen Ye slightly hesitated and stood up to light the oil lamp.
The room suddenly lit up.
A black and a white fluffy bundle, anxiously clinging to each other, holding a small quilt.
At this moment, they were looking up at him with small faces.
Chen Ye chuckled speechlessly.
When he first opened his eyes and saw two dark shadows in the room, he was a bit startled.
But after turning on the light, he saw the two disciples timidly looking at him, nothing remotely scary.
Carefully looking,
they had already set up a floor bed, probably seeing him cultivating and not daring to sleep directly.
"Master was cultivating and lost track of time. The cold from the floor is bad for your bones, come sleep on the bed."
Chen Ye got up tall,
and without further ado, pushed the two little bundles to the bed.
Zhiwei became awkward again, gripping the quilt tightly: "But Master, where will you sleep?"
The whole room only had one bed!
Although, Chen Ye used to sleep on the floor.
But since they moved to a new home, couldn’t always let him sleep on the floor, right?
At this moment,
the little black-haired one hesitated, lips moving slightly.
Chen Ye stretched lazily and said with a smile, "Tomorrow, Master will buy another bed, won’t that solve the problem?"
Zhiwei silently swallowed her words, climbed onto the bed without a sound.
Qing Jun sneaked a glance at Master, then cheerfully followed her senior sister onto the bed.
"Strange..."
Chen Ye pondered.
Zhiwei seemed a bit unhappy?
But he didn’t ask further, bending down to tuck the quilt around the two little girls.
He then went directly into the separate cultivation room in the main house.
However, what Chen Ye didn’t know was.
After he left, the two little bundles whispered under the quilt.
"Qing Jun... does sister have a smell?"
"Fragrant!"
"Then... do the feet smell bad?"
"Even more fragrant!"
"Idiot!"
Zhiwei tapped Qing Jun’s forehead irritably, making the little girl slump and turn her body sullenly.
She even smelled them herself!
And sister still scolded her!
Zhiwei pursed her lips, reached out to hug Qing Jun’s thin waist, resting her small face against her head.
The earlier Qing Jun, wasn’t like this at all...
In a daze, she seemed to see those cold, fierce phoenix eyes again.
Zhiwei couldn’t help but hug Qing Jun tighter, let out a long breath.
Did Master really not want to sleep even on their floor bed?
...
"The little girl is so nervous, probably because I’m going to sleep in her bed."
Chen Ye snorted, thinking he understood his disciples’ thoughts clearly.
Zhiwei always had a cold temperament, but to make her so awkward, if not because of this, then why?
"Disciples can sleep, this Master himself has no time..."
Chen Ye composed his thoughts, examining the Red Orchid in front of him.
This First Tier Middle Grade sickly plant concerned whether Chen Ye could have a stable Spirit Stone source in the future.
It was significant, leaving Chen Ye no room for carelessness.
He wiped off sweat, suddenly cursed under his breath,
"Why so nervous, Tian Feng already told me, if it dies, no trouble would come to me."
"The Red Orchid is this sick, destined to die sooner or later; Tian Feng didn’t even think about selling it... it’s no loss of Spirit Stone, only gain in proficiency, let’s do it!"
He was confident he could heal it, but nervous was still nervous.
Whether it was Alchemy, Talisman Making, or Spirit Plant healing,
the most important thing is to keep calm, not impatient.
After comforting himself a bit,
Chen Ye let out a long breath, adjusted his spirit.
Once his heart was still,
he brushed his fingers across the main stem’s strange vein.
It felt like a living thing, slightly pulsing, with a putrid stench lingering at his nostrils.
"There’s a problem... why do the Spiritual Medicines from East Valley all show signs of external evil intrusion? Seems like they’re contaminated by Demon Path Cultivation Techniques."
Chen Ye frowned.
The first Spiritual Medicine he handled from East Valley was the Silver Scale Flower.
The Silver Scale Flower also had Demonic Qi entering it, but the symptoms were not as severe as the Red Orchid.
"Demon Cultivator? I remember these days, there were Demon Cultivators wandering in Yunxi District. The predecessor came into contact with Demon Cultivators and even wanted to sell Qing Jun. But so many days have passed, no Demon Cultivator approached me."
After analyzing the Red Orchid, Chen Ye’s thoughts ran wild, almost breaking his state of calm.
He quickly cut off his stray thoughts.
Currently, the priority is to heal the Red Orchid.
He continued observing the Red Orchid.
Foul marrow entering the veins is generally considered incurable.
The reason is simple, the Red Orchid’s essence lies in this vein.
Common lesions can be removed with the Disease Removal Saber.
But with the Red Orchid, removing the vein is equivalent to death.
"Some Spirit Plants live, yet they’ve already died... but you’re lucky, you met me."
Chen Ye picked up the Jade Saber, full of confidence.
The Perfection-level Disease Removal Saber Technique can go deep into the vein, excise the foul marrow!
At this moment,
The Red Orchid had been nourished by the Cloud Rain Technique for three two-hour periods, slightly recovering its Primordial Qi, able to withstand manipulation.
"Go!"
The Jade Saber suddenly cut into the vein, the stinking rot liquid clung to the blade, not spilling.
If the rot liquid leaks, the Red Orchid would be beyond healing!
Chen Ye focused entirely, the tip of the saber rotating slightly, excising the foul marrow.
At the same time, his left hand formed a seal to activate the Fostering Technique.
Difficult and slow reconstruction of the plant marrow.
If any other Spirit Plant Master witnessed this scene, they would be flabbergasted, shocked at Chen Ye’s proficiency in the Disease Removal Saber Technique!
In the narrow cultivation room,
Chen Ye’s gaze was intense, his wrist perfectly still.
Until the horizon turned pale, the foul marrow fully excised, and the Red Orchid rejuvenated.
He finally slumped into the chair, falling into a deep sleep.
...
The little black-haired one stood on tiptoe, peering into the cultivation room.
Chen Ye was reclining on the chair, fast asleep.
In his hand, he still held the Jade Saber.
In front of him was a Spirit Plant emitting a red glow, its leaves stretching wide.
And the quilt that was draped over him last night had fallen to the foot of the chair.
"Chen Ye, didn’t sleep at all last night."
Lu Zhiwei bit her lower lip, her sparse bangs covering her expression.
The day before, Chen Ye had suffered a serious injury, hadn’t even healed before rushing to the Market to move house.
And now, working this hard again...
The eldest girl turned her head,
what caught her eye was the clean, warm, and comfortable new home.
In the courtyard, Qing Jun was happily swinging.
The little black-haired one subtly pursed her lips:
"The last time..."
The little girl tread lightly, intending to cover him with the quilt again.
Yet unexpectedly,
at that moment, the man slowly woke up.
"Hmm?"
Chen Ye rubbed his sore Taiyang point, utterly exhausted.
When he first opened his eyes, his vision was still a bit blurry.
Once his pupils focused, he saw the little black-haired one standing before him, dumbstruck, clutching the quilt.
Chen Ye couldn’t help but be delighted: "Zhiwei, you... were you going to cover Master with the quilt?"
For a moment, his mind felt dizzy.
The eldest disciple, actually starting to care for him?
The little black-haired one stiffly turned, hugging the quilt tight, nearly fleeing:
"Zhiwei... just came to have a look!"