Chapter 46: 46. In-demand cigars! [Seeking Recommendation Tickets, Favorites]

Two 15-year-old disciples who have reached the sixth layer of Body Refinement!

If this news gets out, I’m afraid the Three-star Influence would certainly come knocking, eager to poach talent.

Even at the peak of the Immortal Sect, they’ve never had such talented disciples.

Despite feeling as excited as a lake shimmering in the sunlight, he still put on the demeanor expected of a Super Sect Leader, “Not bad, you’re ambitious, but I don’t want you to make Zhao Qing your target.”

“Huh?”

Yang Lele looked at Wen Ping in bewilderment.

Wen Ping said, “While cultivating in my Immortal Sect, you have access to the Gravity Field and the dormitory area; combined, you should aim to surpass Elder Yun Liao. Surpassing him should be your aspiration.”

“But… Elder Yun has already reached the thirteenth layer of Body Refinement.”

“So, are you lacking confidence? If that’s the case, then from today onwards, don’t cultivate in the Immortal Sect anymore. Otherwise, someday, when the sect has more disciples, or even reaches the Profound Realm, how will you face them?”

This is what you call a forced explanation!

That’s right!

Yang Lele was silent for a moment, then nodded vigorously at Wen Ping and said, “Sect Leader, I will strive hard.”

“Remember, although the Immortal Sect only has a few people now, it will one day be renowned in East Lake, and even across Heaven and Earth Lake. If your vision is limited to the present, your position as the Senior Brother will soon be taken over!”

“Yes, Sect Leader, I understand.”

Yang Lele chuckled inwardly, not because he saw Wen Ping’s vision for the future, but because he was quite satisfied with the title of Senior Brother.

If the Immortal Sect really grows big in the future, being the Senior Brother, wouldn’t that be a source of pride?

Zhao Qing would definitely fall for him.

Arriving in the kitchen, Wen Ping hadn’t even warmed his seat when Yun Liao came in, reaching into his pocket while asking, “Sect Leader, can I have one of those Life Cigars?”

Without a chance to reply, another voice echoed from the kitchen.

“Me too!”

Huai Ye called out as well, initially taking careful strides with dishes in hand, suddenly sprinting as if chased, afraid to fall behind.

Wen Ping was rather helpless, with only five cigars a day, barely enough for himself, “Ah, if I had known, I shouldn’t have given you guys one yesterday. Fine, Yang Lele just bought one, the second one is 100 gold, who wants it?”

“Me!”

Yun Liao promptly handed over a hundred-gold ticket, then asked, “Sect Leader, this thing should…”

“Light one end and then just inhale, it’s as simple as breathing.” Wen Ping smiled mysteriously, then lit a cigar, tapped the table, and said, “This is how you smoke a cigar.”

He took a deep puff.

Then opened his mouth, breathed out toward Yun Liao.

A white smoke ring slowly expanded, floating towards Yun Liao.

Yang Lele immediately screamed and then shouted, “Cool! Cool! Cool! Sect Leader, I want to learn.”

The three “cool” words expressed Yang Lele’s excitement at that moment.

“The technique of this Sect Leader is not to be passed on.”

Wen Ping chuckled and ignored Yang Lele.

He immediately glanced at Yun Liao’s personal information, discovering Yun Liao had four-star talent, and warned him, “Elder Yun, if you’re thinking of using the Life Cigar to enhance your realm, one won’t have much effect.”

“Huh?”

Yun Liao was taken aback.

Wen Ping explained, “Their realm is relatively low, so after the transformation from the Life Cigar, breaking through the realm barrier is like piercing through a thin paper window; however, you’re already at the thirteenth layer of Body Refinement, on the path of meridian cultivation, and might need hundreds of cigars to see significant improvement. You should smoke it when you’re tired from cultivation to rejuvenate your spirit or when injured as it can heal your wounds. These two effects are more important for you than the former.”

“It can heal?”

“So long as you’re not dead, in principle, the Life Cigar can heal any injury.”

“This–”

Yun Liao was at a loss for words, unable to describe his emotions, just staring at the Life Cigar repeatedly, almost pressing his eyes against it, then picked it up and sniffed carefully.

Wen Ping guessed that he might be curious about what this Life Cigar was, having so many effects; maybe he was pondering what it was made of to have such a pleasant scent.

In any case, Wen Ping knew Yun Liao believed what he said.

“Elder Yun, accompany me down the mountain later.”

Yun Liao nodded.

Wen Ping took out another Life Cigar and said to Zhao Qing and Huai Ye, “Alright, the third cigar, 500 gold. I’ll only sell this one, so decide between yourselves who wants it.”

“Me!”

Huai Ye snatched it quickly and ran, leaving a gold ticket on the table, but in his hurry, he dropped a ten thousand gold ticket.

…

Cangwu City’s west gate.

A middle-aged man with stubble stumbled into Cangwu City, looking unlike a local. His shoe soles were thick, and his clothes were somewhat dirty and disheveled, with a sickly, exhausted demeanor.

Alongside him was a young man, around twenty, assisting the middle-aged man as they stumbled through the city.

But the middle-aged man kept teetering from side to side, making it difficult for the young man to steady him.

Finally, with no other choice, he said, “Sir, let me carry you!”

The middle-aged man squinted, suppressing the excruciating pain, shaking his head, and whispered in a barely audible voice, “No, the demon poison in my body could attack my mind at any moment. If I go into a frenzy behind you, I might bite you to death!”

He feared that speaking too loudly would accelerate the poison’s flow, breaking through the final defense he’d set for himself.

If that happened, it would be beyond saving.

The young man called out again, supporting the middle-aged man towards the Yang residence, “Sir, hold on, Huaikong is right here in Cangwu City; he suppressed Huai Ye’s demon nature for years, surely he has a way.”

“Let’s hope.”

The middle-aged man smiled faintly, perhaps not holding out any hope in his heart, perhaps already despairing.

Upon reaching the Yang family gate, the young man swiftly pulled out a golden token from his chest, and the guard, seeing the token given by the master to prized guests, immediately led the two into the residence, skipping the notification process.

Because according to Yang Zongxian, bearers of this token were his friends, and if such people came looking for him, they should be directly guided to him without notification.

“Sir, you’re about to meet Huaikong; don’t fall asleep, don’t fall asleep!”

As they crossed through corridors, the young man kept shouting at the middle-aged man beside him, fearing that if he fell asleep, the chance of waking up would be too low.

However, the middle-aged man seemed hopeless, his voice low and extremely weak as he said, “It’s useless, the Screaming Snake demon poison is too potent; a single drop can kill a Profound Realm expert. Though I am somewhat stronger than a typical Profound Realm, I cannot escape the poison attacking my mind.”

“Sir, you won’t die, Huaikong even suppressed the Ba Snake demon nature; a Screaming Snake demon poison is surely no problem.”

“Ha ha.”

“Sir, don’t laugh at me, I’m not a woman.”

“Alang, if the demon poison attacks my mind, have Huaikong kill me. I’m currently only at the thirteenth layer of Body Refinement, easy to kill!”