29: Chapter 29 Ode to a Peerless Beauty

The turmoil over the fight for the Disciple finally subsided.

Leng Qingshuang, having been disrupted by Lu Lingyun's meddling, no longer had the heart to continue scolding Chen Yan.

Furthermore, with Chen Yan's increasingly brazen and lewd inner thoughts echoing in her mind from time to time, she feared that if she stayed any longer, she would really be unable to resist drawing her sword to purge the Rebellious Disciple.

Thus, she threw out a single phrase, "Cultivate well," and immediately transformed into a stream of light on her Flying Sword, leaving Alchemy Peak.

Watching Revered Master's receding figure, Chen Yan felt a little disappointed.

"Why is Revered Master in such a rush to leave?"

"I still wanted to let Revered Master touch my eight-pack abs!"

"She didn't even say we should have some quality time between Revered Master and Disciple; she really is so unromantic."

"Oh~ I get it! It must be because Old Man Lu was here, and she was embarrassed!"

"Hmm! I understand! Once we get back to the Ninth Peak, I'll definitely let Revered Master have her fill~"

Leng Qingshuang's figure, as she rode her Flying Sword, suddenly swayed, and she nearly fell off.

A flash of shamed anger crossed her eyes, and her speed increased even further.

This Rebellious Disciple!

Truly lecherous to the heavens!

Once Leng Qingshuang left, Chen Yan was dragged back to his private Immortal Cave by Lu Lingdan.

As a Personal Disciple who had already completed Foundation Establishment, it was the perfect time to learn Alchemy!

Lu Lingdan poured everything he knew into teaching Chen Yan.

Aside from the essentials of Alchemy, he also specifically taught him a unique Alchemy technique!

"The Twelve Hands of Pill Formation"!

Chen Yan was pleasantly surprised to discover that this Alchemy technique was actually complementary to his own Yi Qi Alchemy Technique!

Although the Yi Qi Alchemy Technique was powerful, it leaned more towards the theory of Alchemy and unique applications of spiritual power.

It lacked precise practical techniques; while it could form pills, it was difficult to push the medicinal properties of the herbs to their limits.

And this "Twelve Hands of Pill Formation" was the life's essence that Lu Lingdan had summarized after immersing himself in the Dao of Alchemy for hundreds of years.

The twelve-handed pill formation technique, from sorting and refining to condensing the pill into shape, could bring out the medicinal properties to their absolute limit at every step!

With this technique to complement him, Chen Yan was confident that his chances of refining top-grade Medicinal Pills would definitely increase significantly!

Until evening.

On Alchemy Peak, the sky was filled with rosy clouds, and mist swirled about.

Holding his waist, Chen Yan finally emerged from Old Man Lu's Immortal Cave.

Having learned so much at once, he felt like his body had been drained dry!

Lu Lingdan, looking satisfied, waved goodbye to him: "Good Disciple, remember to come to Alchemy Peak every day to practice Alchemy!"

"If you can refine top-grade Spirit Pills, I will allow you to rest for one day!"

"Also, the Alchemy Sword Technique I passed on to you must be practiced diligently..."

Chen Yan didn't answer, simply unleashing a stream of light to speed away!

Watching that speeding figure, Lu Lingdan sighed with gratification: "As expected of the nine lotus treasure lamp, he still has so much energy!"

"It seems I can increase the intensity a bit next time..."

Only after leaving Alchemy Peak did Chen Yan breathe a sigh of relief. He looked up towards the direction of the Ninth Peak, his face filled with anticipation!

"Revered Master~ your darling Disciple has returned~"

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a round figure darted out from the bushes nearby.

The person rushed over, threw themselves at Chen Yan's feet, hugged his legs tightly, and cried out:

"Brother! From now on, you are my real brother!"

"Please tell Grandma to stop hitting me! Wuwuwu!"

Qian Duoduo hugged Chen Yan's thigh, crying heart-wrenchingly.

Chen Yan looked down and almost lost his composure, laughing out loud.

He saw that Qian Duoduo's originally round and fair chubby face was now swollen like a pig's head, covered in blue and purple bruises.

His two eyes had been beaten into panda eyes, swollen until only a slit remained.

The brocade robe on his body had been torn into rags, looking like beggar's clothes, and one could vaguely see the wounds beneath.

Chen Yan pursed his lips tightly, frantically preparing himself mentally, before finally asking:

"Yo yo yo~ Isn't this Senior Brother Qian? Senior Brother, what happened to you?"

"Decided to stop being a rich second-generation and start experiencing life?"

"In the Taiqing Sword Sect, who would dare to beat you like this? Could it be that you have some special hobby? Pfft~ Hahaha!"

By the end, he couldn't hold it back anymore and burst into laughter.

Qian Duoduo looked up, snot and tears streaming down his face, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Stop mocking me!"

"Today, as soon as my grandmother came back, she forced me to acknowledge you as my brother. When I refused, she grabbed me and just started beating me!"

"She's been beating me since this morning, look at these wounds on my body!"

"What exactly did you do? To make my grandmother treat me like this?"

Chen Yan looked at Qian Duoduo, whose eyes were flashing with sharp light, and said with a half-smile: "You really don't know?"

The aggrieved expression on Qian Duoduo's face vanished instantly. Seeming to cling to a last shred of hope, he asked: "Was the anomaly on Alchemy Peak today caused by you?"

Chen Yan chuckled and didn't answer. He simply reached out, pulled him up, opened his hand, and said: "Return my Spirit Stones!"

Qian Duoduo curled his lips but didn't try to welch on the debt. He directly took out a Spirit Stone card and handed it to Chen Yan: "Here! A total of over 1.8 million in gambling money! We split it fifty-fifty, so I'm giving you 950,000 directly, it's all on the card!"

Chen Yan didn't waste words, simply taking the Spirit Stone card, and looking at Qian Duoduo, he smiled: "I'll give you two choices."

"First, listen to your grandmother, follow me, and from now on, you do whatever I tell you to do!"

"Second, you can leave on your own, and I will tell Grandmother Lingyun that it was I who didn't want to bring you along, sparing you from further physical suffering!"

Qian Duoduo opened his mouth wide, staring blankly at Chen Yan. After struggling for a moment, he sighed softly and asked in a low voice: "Is the Taiqing Sword Sect... about to face a disaster?"

Hearing this, Chen Yan raised an eyebrow, looking at the fat man before him in surprise.

Who said this fat man was a wastrel?

This fat man knew more than anyone!

Chen Yan looked at Qian Duoduo and said indifferently: "I only asked you to choose, not to question me."

Qian Duoduo's expression froze, and he smiled bitterly: "I've already called you brother; do I even have a choice?"

Chen Yan chuckled, didn't waste any more words, and turned to head straight for the Ninth Peak: "Go back, I'll find you tomorrow!"

He hummed a little tune all the way back to the Ninth Peak.

At this moment, the sun was setting, and the afterglow spilled onto the bamboo house.

Reflecting that beautiful, peerless figure on the windowsill.

The evening breeze blew past, brushing against the hair that shone in the sunlight, and also brushed against Chen Yan's heart.

"Doubtless a goddess descending from the cloud terrace, her jade soul and icy spirit born of the moon; with autumn waters for her spirit and coldness for her bones, the snow loses its clarity and the plum loses its soul!"

"Ode to Peerless Beauty! A good poem, a truly good poem! These two lines are simply a perfect match for the cold and stunningly beautiful Revered Master!"

Leng Qingshuang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she felt a bit surprised in her heart.

Since when did this Rebellious Disciple possess such literary talent?

Before she could even savor the Concept of the poem, Chen Yan's inner thoughts echoed again.

"Sigh~ How can my Revered Master be so beautiful?"

"This icy cold temperament is like a fairy from the heavens; I really want to know, what kind of beautiful scene would it be if I bullied her until she cried?"

"Crack!"

Veins bulged on Leng Qingshuang's forehead, and the white jade teacup in her hand was squeezed until it creaked.

Rebellious Disciple!

I was just about to praise you, and you immediately reveal your true colors!

With your amateur skills, you want to bully this Seat until she cries?

Who gave you the courage?

She lifted her eyes slightly, swept a glance at Chen Yan, and said coldly: "Go practice your sword! Practice the Mystic Ice Water-Dividing Sword Art one hundred times!"

Chen Yan was stunned: "???"

No, Revered Master, I just got back!

Revered Master, look at me, I was almost tortured to death by Old Man Lu!

You don't comfort me, and you still make me practice the sword a hundred times?

And I was in such a rush to come back, thinking about giving Revered Master a surprise!

Hmph!

I'm unhappy!

Although he was unwilling in his heart, Chen Yan could only respectfully say on the surface: "Yes! This Disciple will go right away!"

Listening to his inner thoughts and watching his desolate back, Leng Qingshuang's heart couldn't help but soften, and she spoke again: "Forget it, practicing ten times is enough!"

Chen Yan was overjoyed, and pushing his luck, he ran back, smiling cheekily: "Revered Master, look what I brought back for you?"