This Lin Qiongyu...
Why does he exaggerate at every turn?
Compared to Pill Master Hu’s seventy-four Spirit Stones for a batch of Blood Burning Pills, his thirty Spirit Stones are nothing.
Chen Ye, however, didn’t realize Lin Qiongyu’s words were heartfelt.
He turned around, already wearing a distant smile: "Of course I can’t bear it!"
Lin Qiongyu didn’t know Chen Ye could be so unpredictable, his words stuck, but his face smiled even more gracefully:
"Taoist Friend Ping’s craftsmanship is excellent. Back then, Chengjun’s Red Flood Dragon Spear was also made by him. Unlike the seniors, Chengjun was obviously using the Red Flood Dragon Spear as a main battle Magical Artifact, yet he only spent twenty Spirit Stones."
The female cultivator spoke, her delicate face carrying a faint sorrow, seemingly displeased with Xue Chengjun.
"Oh. Thank you for your trouble today, Taoist Friend Lin. There will definitely be a reward another day. I’ll go look for Pill Master Hu now."
Chen Ye replied, spoke cleanly and succinctly, and turned to find Pill Master Hu.
Leaving Lin Qiongyu standing alone in place.
She suspiciously touched her face.
Her skin was white and youthful, full of vitality.
But why does this man seem like a block of wood?
...
The night deepens, the snow on Shunshui Street has piled up past the ankle.
"Taoist Friend Chen, take care, and remember to use the Blood Burning Pill! The Cultivation Realm is like rowing against the current, you can’t relax for a moment! An inch of time, an inch of Spirit Stone!"
Pill Master Hu beamed with a red face, earnestly advising.
Chen Ye, with three bottles of pills in his possession, bid farewell to Pill Master Hu with a smile.
Currently, Chen Ye’s sleeves are empty, and all his Spirit Stones have flown into Pill Master Hu’s pocket.
The only twenty Spirit Stones left were all spent on purchasing pills.
Pill Master Hu was generous, buy ten and get one free.
Chen Ye couldn’t resist for a moment and directly bought twenty-two Qi Recovery Pills.
Enough to feed the Geng Metal Technique to a Limit Break!
"Ha, Pill Master Hu sure has long-term plans..."
Chen Ye felt a bit wary of this seemingly amiable old man.
In his arms, besides the two bottles of Qi Recovery Pills, there was also one Blood Burning Pill.
And this Blood Burning Pill was given freely by Pill Master Hu; he couldn’t even refuse!
Even if Chen Ye dared not consume it, why not take it for free since it was worth five Spirit Stones...
He kept the pills well,
and looked up at the dark night sky,
as if endless snow was pouring down, obstructing his vision.
Before long, a layer of snow appeared on his face.
"There’s something wrong... I remember in ’Immortal Fall’, there was a Nascent Soul True Monarch’s memory. She had an Ice Spiritual Root, and during her Nascent Soul Formation, the sect went to great lengths to change the celestial phenomena, creating a winter for the entire kingdom to assist her in forming the Nascent Soul."
"As a result, during this True Monarch’s Nascent Soul Formation, the Celestial Tribulation was abnormal, causing a cold disaster to last for a year! This Nascent Soul True Monarch was actually a cultivator from the Yan Kingdom!"
"Could it be, she formed the Nascent Soul this year? How coincidental, just five hundred years ago during this year?"
Chen Ye pinched the snowflakes on his cheeks, showing nine points shape, piercingly cold, not like ordinary snow.
Immortals undergoing tribulation cause suffering for mortals.
A Nascent Soul True Monarch, to a loose cultivator, could well be considered an immortal.
Chen Ye’s heart tightened and suddenly stopped walking.
"No wonder, yesterday it cleared up, yet the Outer Sect disciples of Lingyin Sect still hadn’t come for the grand comparison, probably because they knew in advance."
"That True Monarch wouldn’t be forming the Nascent Soul at the outskirts of the Three Thousand Great Mountains... reasonable, thus affecting a smaller range, yet still affecting half of the Yan Kingdom."
This True Monarch’s tribulation would be considered a calamity for the many loose cultivators in the Yan Kingdom.
However, for Chen Ye, not necessarily so.
Since he already had prior knowledge, he could make more thorough preparations.
Even... profit from it!
A Nascent Soul True Monarch’s tribulation, with continuous snow disasters, would mean the Three Thousand Great Mountains would be sealed by snow, demon beasts would run rampant.
Loose cultivators would find it difficult to continue making a living in the Three Thousand Great Mountains.
Meanwhile, prices would soar!
"No matter if there’s profit or not, I must take the opportunity to stock up on materials in advance!"
...
The cold wind was bone-chilling,
amidst the pitch-black night, the light at home was bright.
Chen Ye wrapped himself tighter and eagerly pushed open the courtyard door.
"Creak."
The old plum tree shook off the snowflakes, and among the snow-covered courtyard, a snowman crouched on the ground, eyes focused, engaged in some activity.
Wait a minute...
That’s no snowman!
That’s Chen Ye’s first disciple, Lu Zhiwei!
The black-haired ball had squatted in the snow for so long, she had turned into a snowball!
"Zhiwei? Why are you outside? Quickly, come home with your master!"
The snowball ignored him, continuing to squat there, her long black hair trailing on the ground.
Her small hands clutched a snowball.
Occasional glimpses showed her eyes, icy and lifeless.
This girl!
She must have entered the state of the Purity Glaze Body again!
Ignoring the outside world, losing sensation, and thus... pursuing extreme sensations!
How could Chen Ye sit by and let Zhiwei harm herself?
Without further ado, he picked up the snowball off the ground.
"Crash—"
The snowball shook off a ground of snow, revealing the black-haired ball within.
"Master?"
The big girl had blue lips, a pale face, and looked up at him with a small face.
Her face was cold, her gaze icy, causing Chen Ye’s heart to tremble.
This girl, no wonder she’s a future Divine Maiden of Supreme Forgetting Emotions.
So aloof at such a young age?
"Zhiwei, don’t stay outside in such cold weather..."
Chen Ye hesitated to continue,
he certainly knew Zhiwei had the Purity Glaze Body and enjoyed the cold.
But if Zhiwei continued like this, her condition would worsen, until she lost all seven emotions and six desires!
The big girl silently lowered her head.
Not knowing what she thought of.
Suddenly, she grew nervous, tightly clutching the snowball with her small hands.
But the more nervous she was, the more she couldn’t escape Chen Ye’s eyes.
Chen Ye sighed, gently but firmly prying open Zhiwei’s fingers.
"No." The black-haired ball bit her lip.
"Your hands are frozen stiff, be good, you can play in the snow later." Chen Ye easily pried open Zhiwei’s little hand and casually threw the snowball to the ground.
"No..." The black-haired ball gasped.
Chen Ye froze,
the girl’s voice began to tremble.
"Plop... plop..."
A few icy tears fell on Chen Ye’s hand.
In his arms, the black-haired ball silently sobbed, her small hands continuously wiping away the tears.
Zhiwei, cried?
She... how could she cry?
Chen Ye looked at the black-haired ball’s shaking shoulders, suddenly realizing belatedly.
In fact, Zhiwei was just a child.
Before,
in Chen Ye’s mind, Zhiwei always seemed more mature than her age, coupled with her future status and unique physique.
Chen Ye unintentionally and intentionally overestimated Zhiwei...
"Zhiwei, why are you crying?" Chen Ye was at a loss.
This was the first time he had made his disciple cry.
The black-haired ball took another breath, pouting: "Zhiwei didn’t cry!"
Her little pout could almost hang an oil bottle, yet she claimed she wasn’t crying...
Chen Ye’s gaze fell on the snowball on the ground,
he crouched down, holding Zhiwei, and examined it closely.
The snowball had collapsed halfway,
but from the remaining half, you could vaguely see ears and whiskers.
It was crudely crafted,
at first glance, it seemed like just an uneven snowball.
The black-haired ball witnessed the tragic state of the snow cat,
grief overcame her, and she took a heavy breath:
"Master, bad! Zhiwei hates Master!"
From now on, Chen Ye has no more hot water!