Fu Changling listened to Qin Yan's words in a daze, unable to react for a moment.
He suddenly wanted to know if this was what Qin Yan wanted to say to him when he placed the jade in his palm.
While he was in a daze, the disciple next to him reminded him: "Junior Brother Shen, it's time to get up."
Fu Changling finally reacted and hurriedly thanked Qin Yan, then stood up and stepped aside.
There wasn't much for him to do after that. He just retreated behind Jiang Yebai and watched the rest of the people come in one by one. He paid his respects to his master, received gifts from his master and his direct disciples, and was considered to have entered the sect.
The apprenticeship ceremony didn't last long, just an hour, and it ended early. After everything was done, Jiang Yebai asked Qin Yan to look after Fu Changling, and then left first.
Afterwards, all the new disciples met their relatives who had brought them here in the square, and then were led back to their respective peaks by the disciples directly taught by each peak.
Fu Changling had no relatives to say goodbye to, except Chen Zhu, who had escorted him here. After chatting with him for a few minutes, Fu Changling whispered, "Go back and tell my father that everything went well, so he can rest assured."
Chen Zhu smiled and said respectfully, "I'll convey it to the eldest master."
After saying this, Fu Changling said goodbye to Chen Zhu. Chen Zhu bowed and was led down the mountain by other disciples.
Then only Qin Yan and Fu Changling were left in the square.
Qin Yan glanced at Fu Changling, said nothing, turned around and flew up on his sword. Fu Changling hurriedly followed him and followed Qin Yan to Changyue Peak on his sword.
Qin Yan flew on his sword without any care, and did not consider that Fu Changling was just a freshman in the "Foundation Building" stage. He did not look back once along the way. Fu Changling followed him to Changyue Peak with difficulty. As soon as Qin Yan arrived at Changyue Peak, he put away his sword and landed on the ground. Fu Changling flew forward to chase him on his sword, but before he had gone half a foot, Qin Yan suddenly turned around and swung his sword, and Fu Changling was knocked off the sword by a gust of wind and rolled on the ground.
"Sword control is prohibited on Changyue Peak."
Qin Yan said this lightly, then turned around and continued forward.
Fu Changling propped himself up and spit out the grass in his mouth twice. He ran after Qin Yan and complained in a low voice, "Brother, if there are any rules, just tell me. There's no need to do it directly. It's a waste of energy."
"Every day at the hour of Mao, all disciples must undergo morning training at Luojian Cliff in the main palace."
"Morning training at 11:00 AM?"
Fu Changling was stunned for a moment, then he immediately reacted: "Wait, Brother, if it's morning training at 11:00 AM, and I live in Lanyue Palace and can't fly a sword on Changyue Peak, how can I get to the main palace every day?"
After thinking about it, Fu Changling said tentatively: "I will fly away directly from Lanyue Palace and bypass Changyue Peak..."
"Changyue Peak only allows people to fly out of Xiaoyunling on a sword."
As he spoke, Qin Yan seemed to suddenly remember the meaning behind Fu Changling's words. He frowned and asked, "Who allowed you to live in Lanyue Palace?"
"Then I have no place to live?
“Build it yourself.”
“It takes time to build it yourself.”
Fu Changling hurriedly said, "Brother, you can't be so unreasonable and inhumane, can you?"
"You can live somewhere else."
Qin Yan said calmly: "There is a small house outside Lanyue Palace. I built it for Dahua to live in. If you really have no place to live, you can stay there."
Fu Changling felt a surge of disappointment when he heard this, but even with such a thick skin, he couldn't find a reason to stay in Lanyue Palace any longer. He followed Qin Yan dejectedly, muttering, "If you don't want to stay, then don't. I'll build my own. But who is Dahua? That name sounds so unfashionable. Senior Brother, is he also from Changyue Peak?"
Qin Yan didn't answer, so Fu Changling continued to nag about other things: "I have to train early at the hour of Mao, and you won't let me fly the sword, so how can I get to the main palace? Do you want me to run across the entire Changyue Peak..."
"Exactly."
Qin Yan spoke calmly, and Fu Changling's eyes suddenly widened: "How could you make such a cruel request of me?"
"You are a swordsman."
Qin Yan reminded him and said calmly: "Your physical condition is too poor."
Fu Changling: “…”
Qin Yan was telling the truth.
It is well known to the whole world that the physique of Taoist practitioners is worse than that of sword practitioners. He was already the toughest and most durable Taoist practitioner back then, but compared with Qin Yan, he was indeed a little weak.
Fortunately, in the latter part of his previous life, he had a special physique, so he was able to naturally embark on the path of dual cultivation of swordsmanship. Otherwise, with his sword cultivation foundation, which was a change of pace, he would not be able to stand up to an orthodox swordsman like Qin Yan. However, it was still early, and he didn't want to reveal too much. But thinking that Qin Yan thought his physique was poor, he couldn't help but feel sullen and whispered, "Actually, my physique is still quite good."
Qin Yan glanced at him sideways, that look without any emotion, but it made Qin Yan feel nervous for no reason. He couldn't help but straighten his back. Then he heard Qin Yan turn his head and said calmly: "Get up half an hour earlier in the morning and run over."
Fu Changling felt a little unhappy when he heard this, but then he thought about how this was Qin Yan's order. Qin Yan was now his senior brother, and he had to take care of him, manage him, and worry about his studies. Thinking of this, Fu Changling became happy again. He took a step forward, moved closer to Qin Yan, and said cheerfully, "Senior brother, will you teach me from now on? Or will Master teach me?"
"Master is busy, so Senior Sister Xie will teach the basic courses."
"What's special?" Fu Changling was a little excited. Qin Yan glanced at him indifferently, then looked away, "It's still early."
"Then when the time comes, will you teach me?"
Fu Changling was unwilling to ask further questions. Qin Yan was silent for a long time before he responded, "We'll do it when the time comes."
"Then, will you control my life from now on? For example, when do I go to bed, when do I get up, what do I eat, what do I wear, oh, and what do I say and do..."
Fu Changling kept mumbling and began to worry about the future: "Brother, do I have to get up before the hour of Mao every day at Changyue Peak? Then what time is more suitable for me to go to bed? What time do you usually go to bed? Will I disturb you? Oh, I don’t mean that I want to sleep with you, or that I want to live in Lanyue Palace. If you don’t let me live there, I won’t. I just want to build a house next to Lanyue Palace. The feng shui of that place is good, so I will build it next to you. What if you go to bed early and I go to bed late, then I will disturb you..."
Fu Changling was fantasizing about his future life and hadn't heard anything along the way. After passing through the dense forest and the lake, and arriving in front of the Lanyue Palace, Qin Yan heard Fu Changling say, "Oh, Brother, can I cook for myself in Hongmeng Palace? Can I fry eggs? Some sects don't allow eggs or meat, but I think it's appropriate..."
"Chen Xiufan," Qin Yan finally couldn't help but stop after hearing this. He looked at Fu Changling and asked, "How old are you?"
"Me? I'm seventeen. I'll be eighteen in three months."
Fu Changling didn't understand what Qin Yan meant and continued to answer happily. Qin Yan saw that he was so slow and could only remind him: "You are seventeen, not seven years old. You don't need to ask me what you want to do."
As he spoke, Qin Yan raised his hand, pointed to a wooden house not far away, and said calmly: "You will stay there tonight."
Fu Changling looked at the shabby little cabin and asked hesitantly, "Where?"
"Yeah." Qin Yan said calmly, "I built it. You don't have to live here if you don't like it, but you can't live in Lanyue Palace."
"You built it?" Fu Changling was immediately happy when he heard it: "Okay, I can live in it."
Qin Yan nodded, ignored him, turned around and said to Fu Changling: "Rest."
Fu Changling looked at the sky and said quickly, "Brother, I'll cook for you tonight!"
“No need.”
Qin Yan's voice was cold as he walked straight into the room.
After Qin Yan left, Fu Changling ran to the hut. The hut was only as high as his chest. Although it was small, it was also very cute. Fu Changling walked around the hut, bent down and crawled inside. The bottom of the hut was made of bamboo. Fu Changling spread a quilt on it and hung a lamp on the ceiling. He prepared his residence for the night. After that, he did not delay and began to search the forest for wood, bamboo, stones and other objects. While searching, he also picked some spiritual herbs and brought them back. After returning, he started to build his own house. As he built the house, he calculated the time. When it was half an hour before dinner, he quickly slipped into the kitchen, threw the spiritual herbs he had found in the afternoon into the pot, and began to cook the ingredients.
The greatest gift that the long years of escape brought to Huayang Jun was a variety of life skills.
For example, how to turn the nourishing spiritual herbs that even monks hate to eat into delicious dishes, Huayang Jun, who has extremely high requirements for quality of life, has a lot of insights on this.
Fu Changling was thinking about the injuries Qin Yan had suffered recently, and also about Qin Yan's physique. According to Qin Yan's complexion, Fu Changling prepared the spiritual herbs, steamed, stir-fried, boiled and pan-fried. In less than half an hour, he had finished all the dishes, then he turned over a small wooden plate and ran to Qin Yan's house with the dishes.
Qin Yan was meditating in the room when Fu Changling walked in carefully carrying the dishes. He then stood beside him respectfully and whispered, "Senior Brother?"
"explain."
Qin Yan's words were concise and to the point. Fu Changling coughed lightly and reminded him, "Brother, I'm giving you some food. Would you like to eat some? They are all made from spiritual herbs, not ordinary things. They are good for your health."
"go out."
“Senior Brother…”
Fu Changling whispered, "I've been doing this for a long time."
Qin Yan didn't say anything, obviously not intending to pay attention to him. Fu Changling stood there for a while, tentatively put the dishes on the table, and quickly trotted out.
After running out, Fu Changling breathed a sigh of relief. He returned to his own little house and sat on the bed he had made. When he thought of Qin Yan eating the food he made, he felt happy. He calmed down, took out the Moonlight Grass from his pocket, and took out the Alchemy Furnace from his spirit bag.
We can’t slack off in taking care of Qin Yan, nor in practicing!
The Moonlight Grass he ate raw last time barely made up for the damage caused by his previous forced increase in spiritual power, but the effect of eating it raw was actually not very good. The most correct way to use the Moonlight Grass was to remove impurities and refine it into pills.
Refining the elixir wasn't a difficult task for Fu Changling. He had already prepared the ingredients for the Moonlight Pill before arriving at Hongmeng Heavenly Palace. He then cast a barrier and placed the herbs into the cauldron one by one.
He used his spiritual power to control the small fire. The amount of spiritual power used in alchemy was still within his tolerance, so he didn't think it was a big deal.
When it comes to alchemy, the key to success lies in the alchemist's control of the heat, as well as his precise judgment of the ingredients, placement timing, and refining time. A single pill per furnace is considered excellent, and three or four are considered a master. However, Fu Changling's success rate is nearly 100%.
The reason is simple: we were too poor back then.
All the materials are expensive, so he can only use them sparingly. The low success rate of making pills means wasting money.
Spending money is equivalent to spending life.
Now every Yuehua Grass counts, and the Lingshan restriction probably won't be opened again, so Fu Changling is more cautious. After making a furnace of pills, he poured them out and counted them. There were thirty-six pills, and not a single one was wasted.
Fu Changling wiped the sweat from his head. If he took one Yuehua Pill a month, he would still be able to use it for three years.
Three years later, he must go look for the flower of rebirth. If he still can't find it, he will probably have no hope of achieving the golden elixir in his lifetime.
The Flower of Rebirth needs to be found, Qin Yan needs to guard it, and most importantly, he has to find a way to reinforce the four meridian seals of the Karma Prison.
Fu Changling threw a pill into his mouth, chewed it, and took some medicine to calm himself down.
He decided not to think about anything else and just take good care of Qin Yan first. At least he would cook for Qin Yan for a while, so that he could get his body in good shape and become plump.
Fu Changling felt much more comfortable when he thought that Qin Yan was in good health and not like in his previous life, when he often had to rely on pills to stay alive.
The thing he hated most about these sword cultivators was that they were reckless when they were young, but were full of illnesses when they were old, especially Qin Yan, who always lived for today without caring about tomorrow.
Fu Changling packed the Yuehua Pill, thought about his future life, and slowly fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, he felt a burning breath approaching him, accompanied by the low growl of a wild beast. Fu Changling woke up suddenly and subconsciously rolled to the side, landing against the wall of the wooden house.
He saw moonlight pouring in from the small door of the cabin. On the other side of the cabin, another mottled fox lowered its body slightly, staring at him, baring its teeth, and making a low growl from its mouth.
Fu Changling's mind went blank. What the hell was this?
Judging from its aura, this fox is a seventh-grade demon beast. Ninth-grade demon beasts are considered top-tier, and seventh-grade ones are already rare. But why does a seventh-grade fox have such a mixed coat color?
Of course, none of this matters. What matters is that with his current strength as "Chen Xiufan", he is simply not strong enough to defeat this seventh-grade monster.
What should he do now? Should he shout for help and ask Qin Yan to come and save him, or should he kill it himself?
Asking Qin Yan to rescue him and disturbing Qin Yan's sleep is not a good idea?
If I kill it myself, how can I explain the fact that I, a newbie in foundation building, killed a seventh-grade demon beast?
Oh, the most important thing is, the seventh-grade monster that suddenly appeared in Qin Yan’s territory, could it be someone’s spiritual pet or something?
etc.
A key word flashed through Fu Changling’s mind - spiritual pet.
"There's a small house outside the Moon-Lanyue Palace. I built it for Dahua to live in..."
Big flower...
Fu Changling looked at the seventh-grade spirit beast humming in front of him, somewhat unable to believe it. Was this the way Qin Yan named his spirit pets?
No way???
But danger lay ahead. Even though he couldn't believe it, Fu Changling decided to give it a try. He spoke cautiously and called out to the fox opposite him: "Dahua?"
Hearing the call, the fox was stunned for a moment, then became furious, roared, and pounced towards Fu Changling!
The moment the fox pounced on him, Fu Changling rolled out from under the fox and out of the door. He then immediately stood up and ran towards Lanyue Palace, shouting, "Senior Brother! Save me!!"
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