This investigation was fine, but upon probing, even Chen Ye almost shouted out loud!
Within Zhiwei’s dantian, apart from the pure water spiritual power, there was actually a trace of wood spiritual power!
"Wood Spiritual Root?"
Chen Ye was momentarily stunned.
For ordinary cultivators, mixed spiritual roots are a major taboo in cultivation.
But for Zhiwei, it’s the exact opposite.
She possesses the Purity Glaze Body, the world’s top physique, unparalleled.
This physique claims to be immaculate, with no barrier between the body and the world’s spiritual essence.
In other words, if Zhiwei had the Five Spiritual Roots, each of her spiritual roots could be considered a single Celestial Spiritual Root!
The more spiritual root attributes one has, the more in harmony they are with the great Dao of heaven and earth.
But this immortal body is special and requires transcending worldly desires to truly showcase its extraordinariness—becoming immaculate in both body and mind!
In this process of transcendence, she must experience the bitterness of parting with things she loves, longing that cannot be fulfilled, and suffering unwanted circumstances.
Only by breaking all worldly ties and seeing through all emotions can she accomplish the Purity Glaze Body.
At that time, her black hair will be like ink, her eyes like a cold pond, untouched by worldly cause and effect.
To put it plainly, it means only when Zhiwei’s body and mind undergo intense stimulation can she awaken bit by bit; the deeper the stimulus, the greater the potential unleashed.
The first time was when she faced the Nascent Soul Celestial Tribulation, awakening her Water Spiritual Root.
The second time was when she and Qing Jun were pursued in the Mist Forest, further enhancing her talents.
The third time...
Scenes from that day by the rear mountain pond flooded Chen Ye’s mind in an instant, the girl kneeling on the ground, trembling all over, her gaze shattered, with a look of despair.
So, it was like this.
It was the few whips he thought were painless that prompted her awakening once again.
Although Zhiwei awakened, Chen Ye’s expression turned more gloomy.
Cut off worldly ties, see through emotions?
What he always wanted was not an emotionless and desireless immortal disciple!
"Master, what’s wrong?"
Zhiwei looked at her master’s gloomy expression, pursed her lips, and then asked with a bit of caution.
"Nothing."
Chen Ye snapped back to reality, suppressing the overwhelming waves in his heart, heavily ruffling Zhiwei’s fluffy little head,
"I was just thinking, at this rate, you’ll surpass your master."
"Master..." Zhiwei hesitated to speak.
But Qing Jun, who came up puffed with anger, interrupted: "Master! Are you looking down on Qing Jun? Why don’t you check my cultivation?"
"You? Surely no breakthrough." Chen Ye glanced at her; the weight in his heart was eased considerably by the little girl’s interruption.
"Master! You don’t even want to check." The little girl was unhappy.
"Do I need to check? If you had broken through Qi Cultivation Sixth Layer, you’d have bragged in front of Master right away." Chen Ye raised an eyebrow.
"Ah... hehe..." the little girl shrank her neck, her little face blushed, her expression shy.
Oh no!
How did Master know her so well?
Doesn’t this mean she’ll be under his thumb forever...
The little girl felt that her future looked bleak, as if her master were a worm in her belly; how could she ever escape his grasp?
...
Chen Ye rarely calmed down, holding a little ball in each arm, speaking gently to them as he told stories.
The disciples’ breath was soft, their eyes twinkling as they looked at him.
Seeing and hearing this, Chen Ye’s heart melted, almost wishing to spend the entire day telling them stories.
Just,
The warm moments with disciples are always fleeting...
After soothing the two disciples, Chen Ye’s mind gradually became active.
He had been in seclusion for a month, but it wasn’t just simple cultivation—the term "seclusion" sounds lofty, but for Chen Ye, it meant staying in the Quiet Chamber day and night, nearly sleeplessly cultivating.
During this time, he refined a large number of Qi Nourishing Pills to aid his cultivation.
Now the number of Upper Grade Qi Nourishing Pills he had accumulated was quite considerable.
These pills, stored in the Storage Bag, were ultimately just dead objects.
Only by converting them into real Spirit Stones could their maximum value be realized.
Whether it was to prepare himself for the Foundation Establishment or to pave the path for his disciples’ future cultivation, Spirit Stones were an indispensable hard currency.
"It’s time to take a trip to the Market."
Chen Ye thought to himself.
His cultivation now reached the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer, his strength increased significantly, and it was time to stockpile resources in preparation for Foundation Establishment.
He wants to establish a foundation, and it is crucial to cultivate the Withering Glory Sutra.
And to successfully cultivate the Withering Glory Sutra, five Second-Tier Spiritual Objects are required!
Moreover,
Chen Ye intends to have his two disciples also cultivate the Withering Glory Sutra. For example, Zhiwei, who is developing towards Five Spiritual Roots, is very suitable for the cultivation of the Withering Glory Sutra.
This will incur another expense.
However... Raising disciples is not just about feeding them like pets. As a master, one must provide for them to some extent.
Surely, he can’t let the two girls go out and fight to earn Spirit Stones, right?
"Fortunately... I still have my alchemy skills. Raising two Gold-devouring Beasts is still manageable."
Chen Ye sank into contemplation.
However, selling pills like this is somewhat conspicuous.
Releasing such a large batch of Top Grade pills all at once would inevitably attract the attention of interested parties—possibly even causing a big stir in the market!
Selling to the Herb Pavilion is even more out of the question.
Chen Ye is worried it might draw attention from the sect’s Great Cultivators.
Being always cautious, he is unwilling to be caught in the whirlpool.
Such matters are best entrusted to a cultivator familiar with Peach Mountain District, someone who knows the way to find places like the Ghost Market or the Black Market, and who is shrewd and cautious.
"Wang Hao..."
Chen Ye immediately thought of this "trusted" individual he had sent out.
That guy, thick-skinned, shrewd, and well-versed in market affairs, is indeed the best candidate for this task.
But as soon as the thought occurred to him, he shook his head helplessly.
No.
Wang Hao, that guy, was just sent further away to the Moon Rhinoceros Lake District a few days ago to monitor the Xu Family’s main house, and he might not come back anytime soon. Besides, Chen Ye doesn’t trust him.
"Duan Ling?"
This thought was quickly dismissed too.
Duan Ling is steady, suitable for guarding the valley or executing some crucial tasks. But sending him to the market to deal with those cunning merchants and sell pills, he might get outright scammed...
Thinking it over, Chen Ye found no one under his command was useful.
"Forget it." He sighed, "Seems like I’ll have to take a trip myself."
However, the risk of going out is too high.
Not to mention others, just the Wei Family and the suspected Yuan Haoxuan coming for him are threats not to be ignored.
But, if he doesn’t take this opportunity to improve himself, by the time these threats arrive, it would be too late!
Having made up his mind, Chen Ye was about to head to the Outer Valley.
A gentle voice, however, came from behind.
"Brother Ye, where are you going?" Mao Qingzhu asked curiously.
Chen Ye turned back and saw Mao Qingzhu standing gracefully in the courtyard, not knowing when she arrived.
"Sister Qingzhu!"
Chen Ye’s eyes lit up. He hadn’t thought of Sister Qingzhu, and immediately a joyful expression spread across his face, he quickly walked over to Mao Qingzhu.
Why is Brother Ye so happy to see me?
Mao Qingzhu felt flustered under his overly enthusiastic gaze, subconsciously took half a step back, her beautiful face slightly blushed.
Her voice carried a bit of a stammer, "In broad daylight, Brother Ye... don’t do anything rash!"
"Sister Qingzhu!"
Chen Ye had no idea the thousands of thoughts running through her mind, he said happily,
"Sister Qingzhu, you are truly my savior!"
"Ah?"
Mao Qingzhu was even more puzzled by his sudden actions and words, standing there frozen.
Could it be that Brother Ye couldn’t hold back anymore... wants me to help?
No way!
At most, at most I can only...
Pah pah pah, why does she always think in this direction!
Chen Ye, however, couldn’t spare many thoughts, so he quickly explained his predicament in detail:
"...That’s the situation. But thinking it through, this batch of pills is hard to sell, only you, Sister Qingzhu, can discreetly handle it without anyone knowing!"
Upon hearing this, Mao Qingzhu finally understood.
So... that’s why he was so happy?
After all this, it’s just my wishful thinking...
"You... you, ahem..."
For a moment, Mao Qingzhu was somewhat ashamed and angry, pretending to sigh helplessly,
"Brother Ye, is it necessary to go through such trouble for a few pills?"