"What a magnificent Thunderbolt! This girl Zhiwei, silent at first, but astonishing with one strike!"
Chen Ye was secretly shocked. He remembered the renowned Bai Li, who during the Qi Cultivation Stage, only reached the fourth layer.
But now, Zhiwei has already set a new record for the Lingyin Sect!
For a moment, the market was filled with flashes of swords.
In just the duration of an incense stick, the dozens of demonic creatures wreaking havoc in the market were completely cleared by the two.
"Immortal Master!"
"A fairy has descended to earth! Wuwuwu..."
After a brief stupor, those ordinary people who were rescued cried and shouted.
Groups of them knelt on the ground, kowtowed fervently, tears streaming down their faces.
Chen Ye shook his head at this, thinking calling her a fairy child descending would be more appropriate...
Wait a moment.
Looking at his two disciples standing gracefully, he suddenly felt a little sentimental.
In fact,
unbeknownst to him, the two disciples had grown so much.
With their cultivation advancing by leaps and bounds, their current appearances can be called youthful maidens, albeit slightly immature.
Those low-tier cultivators who survived, however, had very nuanced reactions.
They stared blankly at the corpses of the three late Qi Cultivation demon beasts, then at the two young girls still stained with blood, only to feel their worldview completely overturned.
Those were late Qi Cultivation demon beasts!
On normal days, any single one of them was enough to make this group of loose cultivators flee in fear, yet in front of these two relatively young girls, they were effortlessly killed like slicing melons and cutting vegetables!
Moreover...
They look quite beautiful!
"Gulp."
A cultivator at the fifth layer of Qi Cultivation swallowed hard, his voice trembling:
"May I ask which sect do these disciples belong to? At such an age, to possess this kind of strength..."
The little girl had never seen such a scene before, being knelt to by hundreds of people, inevitably felt a bit uncomfortable on her young face.
But her face was as thick as her master’s!
Qing Jun cleared her throat, "I am merely a wandering loose cultivator from Yunxi District!"
She did not admit to being a disciple of Lingyin Sect! Cultivating in Lingyin Sect was just a temporary measure.
If her master wasn’t in Lingyin Sect, she wouldn’t want to be constrained there.
Some cultivators glanced at each other, their gaze landing on her youthful and lovely face.
A loose cultivator from Yunxi District?
How could they believe that?
With such refined cultivation skills, she must be one of those legendary Inner Sect disciples of Lingyin Sect.
Thinking this,
A group of cultivators immediately felt a desire to befriend them, stepping forward in droves, and even someone gritted their teeth and sent over many gifts.
Chen Ye just watched silently, not interfering.
His two disciples rarely interacted with those outside.
At most, they would communicate with some fellow disciples from Lingyin Sect.
But the hearts of people outside are far more sinister than within Lingyin Sect...
He remembered,
In the Cultivation Realm, there was no shortage of loose cultivators scheming to murder sect disciples, steal their belongings, then flee to another realm.
After all... many times, killing doesn’t necessarily require a direct magical battle.
And now,
They were just two girls in the Qi Cultivation Stage, yet they possessed magical treasures, which inevitably tempted these ruthless cultivators.
"Fairy, a small token, not worthy of your honor!"
"This is a piece of warm jade I came across by chance, it has a calming and concentrating effect, presented to the Fairy!"
Qing Jun’s little face lit up with delight, immediately attracted by those shiny gifts.
These things must be worth quite a few spirit stones, right?
She remembered how her sister used to only receive a few dozen spiritual sand per month at Myat Pill Pavilion.
The little girl kept accepting with her small hands, sweetly expressing gratitude:
"Thank you, uncle!"
"Thank you, uncle!"
Chen Ye’s lips twitched.
This girl seemed sweet with her words to others, but who knows what she truly thought in her heart.
For instance, she called Xu Henshan "grandfather" to his face, but "old man" behind his back...
Meanwhile, Zhiwei stood beside her, watching her junior sister’s money-loving look, couldn’t help but frown slightly.
She always felt that the enthusiasm of these loose cultivators was a bit overdone.
At this moment, the highest in cultivation among them, an old cultivator at the seventh layer of Qi Cultivation, squeezed through the crowd and walked up to the two sisters:
"Two Fairies, this old one is Gu Tong, the Workshop Master of this market. Had it not been for the Fairies’ intervention, we would have long fallen victim to the demon beasts. These little trinkets really cannot express even a fraction of our gratitude."
The little girl was busy stuffing those shiny treasures back into her storage bag, her spirits lifted: "More magical treasures? Hehe... Qing Jun could already smell the value of the treasures. Others might be fooled... but not me, oh!"
Her faintly narrow eyes curved into a mischievous grin.
Unfortunately, no one could understand her words.
Gu Tong said with a smile, "This old one has a Concentrating Spirit Grass, which has been treasured for many years, today I wish to present it to the two Fairies to repay the life-saving grace! It’s kept in the pavilion, I ask the Fairies to step over, and I shall present it."
"Really? Quickly take us there!"
Qing Jun, skilled and bold, showed no sign of fear and was about to pull Zhiwei along with Gu Tong.
Zhiwei, however, held her back, slightly frowning:
"Senior’s kindness, I accept in my heart. But this spirit grass is too valuable, we cannot accept it. This place should not be stayed at for long, we must quickly reunite with our master, so we must bid farewell."
"Fairy, please do not misunderstand, we have no other intentions."
Gu Tong’s face was full of gratitude, keeping a very low profile,
"This old one truly doesn’t know how to repay you, only this item is barely worthy, I ask the two Fairies to definitely honor us with their presence, giving this old one a chance to repay!"
He spoke earnestly, without a trace of coercion.
Qing Jun, who rarely ventured out to play, tugged at Zhiwei’s sleeve and whispered: "Senior sister, I think he’s right. After all, they can’t possibly defeat us, they’re so weak."
Hearing this, Gu Tong lowered his stance even further, "The two fairies’ single sword can kill this old one..."