Chapter 774: Obedient Disciple Enters the Embrace 08

Old Man panted up from the ground, chasing Jin Chen and shouting, "You've been unlikable since childhood, cold as ice—how did you grow up to be even more outrageous? Staying a hundred years on Misty Cloud Peak without coming down, how chilly!"

Come on, speak up! What do you want by coming to my place today?

Jin Chen glanced over the items in the storehouse, then replied in passing, "I've taken on a disciple, bringing some things back to raise the child."

Ah, you want to… raise a disciple?!!

Old Man's eyes widened hard, he walked three circles around Jin Chen, a tuft of hair on his head swaying, his steps lifted extremely high, making a pat‑pat‑pat walking sound.

You… you actually took on a disciple?!

He hurried out to look at Half Cloud Sky.

Even today the sun didn't rise from the west!

This big ice block actually took on a disciple!

Unbelievable! Unheard‑of!

Ah… finally let Old Man find a chance to slaughter someone!

He ran back to the storehouse, rolled up his sleeves enthusiastically, "Let me, let me! Old Man will personally help you carry them today!"

No need to call even the disciple!

Old Man has a word of warning first: anything your elder's disciple needs will all be good stuff!

He rubbed two fingers together, eyebrows dancing, "These spirit stones are indispensable."

Jin Chen reached out and turned his wrist.

An embroidered pouch appeared in his palm.

"Three hundred top‑grade spirit stones—enough?"

"Oh! Enough, enough, enough! Naturally enough!"

Old Man took the pouch, stuffed it into his pocket, bulging, "Old Man will now pick out good items for you!"

"I'll send them over with you later! Let's see what kind of immortal your ice‑block disciple is!"

This old mischievous child.

Jin Chen helplessly shook his head and waited aside.

He planned for Fei Mian to mainly cultivate the dual‑spirit‑root mystic art, supplement with sword way, and thus would need a handy treasure sword.

But Xuanzong Sect still had nothing that caught his eye.

This matter could only be put on hold for now, to be sought after descending the mountain in five months.

"Master, the Sect Leader has come to see you."

Outside, a disciple was shouting.

Old Man lifted his head from the corner, raised his voice and shouted, "Let him wait!"

Panting, he rose to his feet, gathered all the selected items into the Ruyi Hundred Treasures Bag, and shook it in front of Jin Chen.

"All right! Everything's here—big things like kitchenware, small things like children's toys—all prepared for you."

"You, my nephew‑in‑law, used to be obedient, but since becoming Sect Leader you've gotten as proud as… something."

Old Man waved at Jin Chen, hands behind his back, walking out, "You tell me—if it weren't for you refusing to be Sect Leader initially, the previous Sect Leader's sudden accident, and those two senior brothers also falling for the mortal world and leaving, how would it have fallen to him?"

Jin Chen gave no comment, "Since it's already settled, why bother?"

"Tsk, you ice block, saying it is useless."

Old Man waved his hand to open the door, leaned his head in to keep chattering, "But Old Man thinks he's come to find you!"

Having said that, just as the door opened, he bumped into Luorongchang waiting outside the storehouse.

"Greetings, Uncle‑Master."

Luorongchang, as if he already knew Jin Chen was inside, stepped forward and bowed.

"Speak! Are you here for Old Man or for this kid?"

Old Man wore an "I knew it" look, clicked his tongue twice, "Alright, you don't need to answer—Old Man's heart is a clear mirror."

He's lived so many years that he doesn't even put the whole Xuanzong Sect in his eyes, let alone Luorongchang this Sect Leader.

Luorongchang didn't mind his attitude, continuing to Jin Chen, "Uncle‑Master, I have a request; I don't know if you're willing to hear it."

"Speak."

Jin Chen turned sideways, his posture dignified.

"Since you've already left seclusion and a new batch of disciples has just entered the sect, we need to arrange immortal teachers to give lessons."

"I don't know if you could also teach the disciples, instructing them in mystic arts cultivation methods."

"This Ruyi abacus plan is nicely laid out."

Jin Chen had just said yesterday he'd only take on this one disciple, yet today Luorongchang came running panting, asking him to teach all the disciples.

Old Man could see that too!

Who would have thought Jin Chen actually pondered it, then said coldly, "Once every two months, no more, and this venerable one also has conditions."

"Please speak!"

Luorongchang immediately said.

"This venerable one wants to take back the usage rights of the Demon Monster Pagoda."

The Demon Monster Pagoda, located at the farthest peak of Xuanzong Sect, is a mountain that is itself a tower, used to imprison the demons captured when disciples go down the mountain for training to exterminate evil.

The Opening Pagoda Sword has always been kept by Jin Chen, but a hundred years ago, when a demon tribe uprising suddenly broke out below the mountain, Jin Chen was unable to divide himself, and just as Luorongchang proposed assigning inner‑sect disciples to guard the Demon Monster Pagoda, he handed the Opening Pagoda Sword to him.

After returning from below the mountain, Jin Chen went back to Misty Cloud Peak to enter seclusion, and Luorongchang still thought… Uncle‑Master had forgotten this matter.

"Fine, later I'll return the Opening Pagoda Sword to Uncle‑Master."

Luorongchang smiled apologetically.

"Are we done talking? Are we done talking!"

The old man was so anxious he kept stamping his feet, saying, "After we finish chatting, the old man still needs to go check on Jin Chen's disciple!"

At the disciple courtyard, this venerable one will go fetch him.

Jin Chen's voice remained as indifferent as ever.

Luorongchang smiled and reached out, saying, "Why not go together?"

Thus the three of them set off together toward the disciple courtyard.

But Fei Mian wasn't as leisurely as they imagined.

Having just left the disciple courtyard, they hadn't finished walking the corridor when they saw Xie Xi and a crowd of people striding toward them.

The two groups happened to collide.

Xie Xi had just come out of the Discipline Hall, his wounds not yet healed, he was slumped on Luo Yi Ping's shoulder, tears blurring his vision, with the Zhang brothers following behind him.

Seeing Fei Mian holding a bundle, he wiped away his tears, jumped down from Luo Yi Ping's back, ignored his own injuries, and raised his voice to scold.

"Fei Mian! You still dare to let me run into you!"

"Look at what state I'm in! It's all your fault!"

Fei Mian blinked and said, "It was you who first bullied me."

"I certainly didn't!"

Xie Xi's tender little face was blotched with red and purple, painful to the touch, and the more it hurt, the more he disliked Fei Mian.

"You stole my first-place honor! And you still blame me for bullying you?"

Luo Yi Ping glanced at the bundle in Fei Mian's arms, his brow slightly lifting, "Where are you headed? Or… were you driven out by the Spirit Order elders?"

Actually, he leaned more toward the second possibility.

After all, yesterday's incident was too absurd; even if the elders wanted to accept a personal disciple, they would have to start with the most capable person.

How could it possibly be Fei Mian?

Xie Xi also noticed, immediately put his hands on his hips and laughed a few times, aggravating his wound, and he sneered while drawing a breath.

"I said it before—someone like you would never be taken on as a disciple by any immortal master!"

Although he is the senior sect brother, Luo Yi Ping casually offered two words of comfort.

"The Spirit Order elders never take disciples; perhaps yesterday was just a passing whim—don't take it to heart."

"What is all this?"

"Who on earth told them that the master had driven him away?"

Fei Mian sighed, feeling quite forlorn.

Trouble always seems to find me easily.

"The master only had me come to pack up my belongings."

"Pah! I don't believe it!"

Zhang Guang and Zhang Wan saw Xie Xi about to cry from anger, hurriedly stepped forward, and said, "You must have been driven away—you just won't admit it!"

Now Xie Xi could truly feel his anger rising, and he had a target to vent it on.

He drew his sword and charged straight over, "It's only because you tattled that I got punished! I'm going to give you a proper lesson!"