Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

Upon hearing the words "Longevity Elixir," Chen Ye’s face twitched slightly, feigning heavy-breathing greed.

Even Little Qingjun cooperatively rose on tiptoe, looking at those shiny Spirit Stones on the high platform, swallowed, and whispered, "Master... so much money, can buy lots and lots of roast meat... Qingjun is so hungry."

Uh...

Is this girl really cooperating, or is her nature showing?

The steward took in the demeanor of the master and disciples, sneering inwardly, the knife revealed from the map, changing his tone:

"But, Celestial Abyss is perilous, to ensure everyone can cooperate with the Holy Sect with one heart and no divided intentions... all cultivators who apply must open their Divine Sense, to accept the Unity Seal planted by the Holy Sect, unity in unity, united in mutual strength."

"This seal not only protects seniors from erosion in poisonous miasma but also lets the Holy Sect know the seniors’ location anytime, convenient for mutual care. Senior, what do you think?"

It’s called the Unity Seal, but it’s actually the infamous Emotion Crossing Seed!

Chen Ye’s face froze, brows deeply furrowed, gaze wary, illustrating the psychology of a Loose Cultivator who wants opportunity yet fears enslavement masterfully.

The nearby cultivators of the Emotion Crossing Sect, seeing this, immediately stopped chatting, their hands already on their Magical Treasures.

"...Well! Fortune lies in danger!"

Chen Ye gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, "This old man, completely at the arrangement of the Holy Sect!"

"Senior is wise."

The steward smiled satisfactorily, reassuring,

"Senior, don’t worry, since you have the Unity Seal, you are one of our Holy Sect! In the vast Holy Sect, who doesn’t have a Unity Seal? Even I have a Unity Seal."

Saying so, the steward secretly transmitted a message.

Not long after, a black-robed cultivator arrived.

This black-robed cultivator was silent, walked up to Chen Ye without a sound, fingers forming a sword, with a strange Flowing Light at the fingertips, pointed at Chen Ye’s brow.

But, at the moment the Emotion Crossing Seed invaded Chen Ye’s body.

The Heart Slaughter Sword lightly trembled, fierce Sword Intent firmly enveloping the dark red Spiritual Power trying to take root.

Externally, the dark red Flowing Light seemed to have successfully merged into Chen Ye’s brow.

Confirming the Unity Seal was planted,

The steward’s polite demeanor immediately diminished considerably, waving his hand: "Senior, don’t rush to leave, your disciples should also plant the Unity Seal."

"This..."

Chen Ye’s expression was hesitant, dryly saying,

"Honorable ones, these three disciples of mine are merely low-level Qi Refining Stage, in the Celestial Abyss’ outskirts only helping this old man, running errands. The Unity Seal is extremely precious, using it on them, wouldn’t it be a waste of the Holy Sect’s valuable resources?"

The steward sneered impatiently:

"Enough nonsense! The Holy Sect’s rules, anyone entering the Celestial Abyss, regardless of cultivation level, even a dog must bear our sect’s mark! What, Senior Qing Xuan is reluctant, or is there some other scheme in mind?"

The black-robed cultivator lifted his gaze, coldly glancing at Chen Ye.

Hmm?

Actually a Middle Period Foundation Establishment Cultivator, considered an expert in the Emotion Crossing Sect.

"Alas, forget it!"

Chen Ye repeatedly nodded, turned around, winked at his three disciples, secretly, a thread-like transmitted message steadily reached the ears of the three girls:

"Don’t panic, do as I instructed last night, open your minds."

The silent black-robed cultivator walked forward expressionlessly.

First was Zhiwei.

She lowered her eyes, containing the fierce aura of the Sword Cultivator, like a dull, poor girl.

The black-robed cultivator pointed, blood light vanished into her brow.

At the same time, a wisp of Heart Slaughter Sword Intent that Chen Ye had secretly split off sealed that insidious Emotion Crossing Seed.

Next was Jin’er.

The little girl timidly shrank her neck a bit but obediently lifted her face. Similarly, before the Emotion Crossing Seed could act, it was silently suppressed and isolated by Chen Ye.

Finally, the black-robed cultivator reached Qingjun.

This little girl was clutching a broken wooden bowl tightly, eyes wide open.

Not only was she not afraid, she was curiously watching the strange red light at the black-robed cultivator’s fingertip, her tiny nose twitching as if trying to smell the seed’s scent.

The black-robed cultivator’s brow furrowed imperceptibly.

He’s planted so many Unity Seals, yet never encountered someone so scatty.

But his hand didn’t halt, a finger struck Qingjun’s smooth forehead.

"Swish!"

Red light sunk in.

Qingjun smacked her lips, felt it, then her face sank, disappointedly muttering, "Doesn’t taste good at all..."

The black-robed cultivator twitched his mouth, assuming this little beggar was starving her brain into malfunction, turned to retreat behind the steward.

He obviously didn’t know, the seed planted into the little girl’s body, Chen Ye hadn’t even had the chance to envelop it in Sword Intent, just like a mud ox entering the sea, crushed by her domineering bloodline without causing a ripple.

"Alright."

The steward, seeing all four had the Unity Seal planted, felt completely at ease.

Once planted, life and death hang on the Emotion Crossing Sect’s whim.

Even if this old fellow is a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, he can’t stir up any storm now.