Longevity Begins From Raising Disciples

But.

The little white fox knows deeply that humiliating someone is a profound art!

If,

It were to transform in front of everyone into an incredibly powerful Golden Core True Man at this moment,

Chen Ye would definitely be scared witless!

But that would only count as intimidation, not humiliation.

What is humiliation?

Just like the way Chen Ye treated it back then...

Thinking back to that time.

Fire flickered faintly in the little white fox’s eyes, the flames of anger!

It wants to transform at the critical moment!

It wants Chen Ye to endure humiliation and disgrace, to please it for the sake of his beloved disciple, allowing it to humiliate him!

Instead of mere fear!

The little white fox found a comfortable position in Qing Jun’s small bundle, secretly plotting its "flawless" revenge plan.

"Ji ji..." (Just wait, vile human race! When you face an impossible situation, I will make a dazzling entrance like a celestial deity!)

Thinking of the humiliation and shock on Chen Ye’s face when he will have to lower himself to please it to protect his disciple, the little white fox trembled with excitement, even its fluffy tail wagged uncontrollably.

Noticing the movement in the bundle.

The little girl was surprised.

Eh?

Did the little fox, which sleeps even more than she does, wake up?

Sometimes even Qing Jun couldn’t understand why the little fox loved sleeping so much.

Often sleeping for half a year or a full year.

She quietly tapped the bundle: "Hey, be calm and don’t move around. There are bad people here, who love to eat foxes!"

Feeling the pain, the little white fox shrunk its neck, covered its head with two furry paws, silently seething:

"Darn little girl, treating me like a child?"

Fine, fine.

Thinking of the grand plan, the little white fox decided to endure humiliation and bear the burden.

It buried its head into its tail, continuing to pretend to be a spirit pet without any cultivation, waiting quietly for the moment to astonish everyone.

...

"Boom!"

Soon, the smoothly flying spiritual ship began to experience violent turbulence.

The surrounding wild spiritual Qi weighed down the ship’s defensive arrays, dimming their glow.

Chen Ye squinted through a gap in the porthole to look outside.

At the distant end of the view, there was a terrifying absolute land spanning between heaven and earth.

This is the Celestial Abyss.

Originally, the place where the Cang River and Chuan Jiang, two major water systems, converged, was a vast, limitless fertile plain.

But a thousand years ago, more than a dozen Nascent Soul True Monarchs fought a world-shattering magical battle here, tearing apart the boundless earth.

The fragments of various laws left by the battles remained year after year, completely disrupting the celestial forces here, causing the clouds from the nine heavens above to pour down.

The clouds above, the abyss below.

Thus, this place, which has buried countless cultivators and secrets, was named Celestial Abyss.

"Ji ji..."

The little white fox showed a solemn expression.

In some sense, the fully-formed little white fox barely counts as a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

But compared to the aura of this place... though they are both Nascent Soul True Monarchs, the gap between them is vast.

"I’m afraid most of them are at the peak of Nascent Soul. Like those two from the Songyang Sect, rumored to be half-step to Divine Transformation."

The little white fox thought to itself.

"Clang—"

The warship shook and stabilized on the ground.

"Bang!"

The heavy iron door was violently kicked open.

A group of Duqing cultivators poured in,

A black-robed cultivator, surrounded by people, looked down upon the cultivators on this ship:

"We’ve arrived. All of you, get out immediately! For those with merits this journey, the Holy Sect will surely reward greatly; those with mistakes... I need not say more about the consequences."

The loose cultivators in the cabin were as silent as cicadas in winter; even though their legs were soft, they could only force themselves to toughen up and pour out.

Chen Ye hunched his back, secretly guarding his three disciples, gingerly stepping down from the warship with the crowd.

"Ah... it’s so cold here."

Jin’er couldn’t help shivering.

She instinctively tried to gather a bit of fire spirit power to ward off the cold, but was subtly stopped by her master, who lightly shook his head.

Affected by Divine Fire, this girl’s fire spirit power is different from others; unless necessary, it should be used sparingly, minimizing risk as much as possible.

Chen Ye glanced up.

The cold of the Celestial Abyss is not the chill of winter snow.

The ground veins here were severed by the war of the past, combined with the infusion of celestial fog, turning this place into an extreme yin eye.

Looking around, the rough black stones on the cliffs were all covered with a layer of gray-white ice crystals.

The breath just exhaled by the loose cultivator at the front had not scattered into the air before it froze into small fine ice shards in the cold wind.

This cold penetrates everywhere, not only freezing flesh, but traversing the pores to permeate the bones, freezing and shattering even the spiritual power flowing through the meridians and the divine soul within the sea of awareness.

Qing Jun is tough-skinned, Zhiwei protected by spiritual power.

Only Jin’er’s little face showed a faint whiteness from the cold, her slender shoulders slightly trembling.

Without a discernible change, Chen Ye reached back, enclosing his disciple’s icy little hand firmly within his palm.

"Master..."

Startled by this unexpected favor, Jin’er looked up timidly at her master.

"It’s alright, I’m here."

Chen Ye smiled.

"Mm!"

Jin’er nodded heavily, reaching out her slender fingers to grip her master’s large hand tightly, a sweet, faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

With her master here, even in the Celestial Abyss, where Nascent Soul True Monarchs have been buried, somehow doesn’t seem so frightening.

But...

Master really does favor clumsy, weak children.

The weaker, the more love the master gives...