Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

Emotion Crossing Seed.

A method used by the Emotion Crossing Sect to control loose cultivators in Qi Kingdom.

Chen Ye and his disciples were familiar with the Emotion Crossing Seed.

In the past.

Chen Ye’s old friend Hee Qi had been marked with the Emotion Crossing Seed by Mei Suxin, and even when Hee Qi reached Foundation Establishment, he found it difficult to break free from control.

Upon hearing Zhiwei’s concern, Chen Ye set down his teacup and tapped his fingers lightly on the table:

"Indeed, this technique of the Emotion Crossing Sect is quite vicious. If a major demon intervenes, controlling ordinary early Foundation Establishment cultivators would be effortless. However, that’s the extent of it. The higher the opponent’s cultivation, the harder it is to control them with the Emotion Crossing Seed. Otherwise, the Emotion Crossing Sect would have been invincible long ago using this method."

"Moreover, the Emotion Crossing Seed is ultimately just a restriction placed on the Divine Soul, used to control life and death."

"And I happen to possess the Heart Slaughter Sword with which I once cut away Hee Qi’s Emotion Crossing Seed. Now, having cultivated the Heart Slaughter Sword for years and refined several strong souls, dealing with the Emotion Crossing Seed now will be much easier than before."

"Thus, even if those Demon Cultivators were to plant a restriction in our Divine Soul, I could silently remove it with Sword Intent. On the surface, we’d appear to be puppets under control, but in reality, it’s just a thin layer that can be broken easily."

Zhiwei’s furrowed brows eased.

Since her master was so confident, she no longer needed to worry.

As a Sword Cultivator, she feared danger the least, but worried about implicating her master and her junior sisters, worried about sacrificing anyone among the disciples for Bai Susu.

"Master is the best!"

Beside her, Qing Jun immediately clapped her greasy little hands in support, pridefully raised her chin,

"Even if Master doesn’t take action, Qing Jun won’t fear any lousy seeds! If they dare to plant it in Qing Jun’s belly, Qing Jun will chew it like candy and swallow it whole! Anyone who dares bully Master, Qing Jun will fight!"

Jin’er looked at Qing Jun with bright eyes, full of admiration: "Wow... Senior Sister is so imposing! Jin’er wants to be as brave as Senior Sister!"

"Enough, stop bragging. If someone really can bully Master, then we should run quickly."

Chen Ye pinched Qing Jun’s chubby little face without much patience, handed her a clean handkerchief, then straightened his expression, decisively stating:

"Rest well tonight, recharge your energy. Tomorrow morning, we’ll change our attire and head to Chouyun Pass to pose as conscripted loose cultivators."

...

At dawn the next day.

The four set off early, Chen Ye informed the people at Mao Family Trading Company, then disguised himself and his disciples, leaving Yellow Lion District.

Stepping out from the Market’s array protection, they were greeted by a faceful of fierce sand.

Looking around, they saw nothing but cracked red desert, the world a dim yellow.

Occasionally, there were a few plants along the way, all mostly sinister appearing, colored purple-black.

"Master, the Spiritual Qi here is so chaotic..."

Jin’er raised a weak Spiritual Power Shield that blocked the yellow sand, her little face scrunched.

She mainly practiced fire techniques and was most sensitive to these evil energies.

"Not only thin, but it’s mixed with a lot of Evil Qi and dead energy, it’s prickly and uncomfortable when inhaled."

"This is the characteristic of Qi Kingdom’s Demon Land."

Chen Ye, wearing a broad-brimmed hat, stepped on the rough gravel, gazing around,

"Demon Cultivators’ techniques often focus on plundering and quick success, exhausting resources without consideration, draining the earth’s vitality. Combined with the frequent magical battles here, the resentment is sky high. Over time, the Spiritual Qi here is naturally polluted."

Cultivating in such an environment would only make cultivators increasingly violent and ruthless, eventually forming a vicious cycle.

The little girl blinked her eyes, she felt it was okay.

But she guessed it was because she had been practicing the Supreme Emotion Crossing Technique... definitely couldn’t let Master know.

If Master knew she secretly refined Demonic Techniques, he’d likely be furious enough to refine the Bone-Scraping Whip and whip her backside hard!

"Damn... The only use of the Supreme Emotion Crossing Technique is to refine Master, but now Master isn’t giving any chance. I really don’t understand why that red-eyed guy insisted I practice it."

Qing Jun silently complained, she thought the Xu Family cultivation technique was still better, not only did it look glamorous, but it could be used openly.

The disciples were conversing,

When suddenly, a piercing scream came from beyond the sand dune.

Turning the sand slope, not far off the desolate path, two ragged loose cultivators were fighting over a recently dug up piece of dull gray spirit bone.

One was pierced through the heart by the other with a poisoned Magical Artifact, dead on the spot.

The victor, disregarding his injuries, skillfully snatched the storage bag from the dead, kicked away the corpse, and even pried out a fractured piece of Spiritual Material embedded in the deceased’s teeth.

The whole process took only ten short moments.

While the surrounding passing cultivators, hurried in their steps, cast indifferent glances.

Either wary, afraid the victor, bloodthirsty, might attack them next, or calculating if they could sneak in for a chance as the next predator.

"In Yan Kingdom, occurrences like blatant street killings for treasures would, even among Tribulation Cultivators, be deliberately concealed during the act, for fear of being hunted down."

Zhiwei tightened her grip around the Canchen Sword wrapped in rough cloth, somewhat disgusted.

Chen Ye remained unperturbed:

"Survival of the fittest, there is no right or wrong here, only life and death. But in Yan Kingdom, it’s much the same; they just dress it up a bit."

"Achoo!"

Qing Jun rubbed her nose irritated by the blowing sand, sneezed loudly, and declared with confidence,