In my twilight years of cultivating, I became a Supreme Daoist of the Longevity Path Chapter 202

Chapter 202: 111~112: In front of the White Jade Hall, the spring day extends, an Immortal mounts a crane rising towards Fusang (two in one) _3 Chapter 202: 111~112: In front of the White Jade Hall, the spring day extends, an Immortal mounts a crane rising towards Fusang (two in one) _3 At this mont, a breeze was blowing, and Chen Dengming rode his Black Cloud Leopard directly to the few Spirit Boats hovering at the entrance of the mountain.

Here, hundreds of disciples had gathered, amongst whom were the most outstanding fighters out of the over five thousand disciples of the Changchun Sect.

Each of them had at least attained a Qi Cultivation level of five or above.

Only they could take on the important duty of patrolling and hunting demons.

Seeing Chen Dengming, who was a martial uncle at the Foundation Establishnt stage, riding a Black Cloud Leopard with a Qi Cultivation level of nine, many disciples couldn’t help exclaiming and discussing in hushed voices.

“What a big black dog demon with long wings.

This dog demon must have a strength at least reaching the levels of Qi Cultivation eight or nine, right?

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Such strong Evil Qi…”

“That’s not a dog demon, it’s a Leopard Spirit.

Last ti, this leopard snuck out of Uncle Chen’s cave and stole at from the sect’s dining hall.

It scared Master Liu so much that Uncle Chen even apologized.

Despite being such a humble and polite person, his leopard is quite impolite…”

The Black Cloud Leopard, soaring majestically through the air, deliberately circled over the hundreds of disciples to show off its might.

It pricked its ears to hear praise for its power from below, but only saw its face darken, and it promptly flew towards the Spirit Boat.

These scoundrels from the Changchun Sect didn’t have the slightest respect for him, Brother Leopard.

Didn’t they see the two rows of characters on its belly, proclaiming him a spiritual beast in charge of guarding a Foundation Establishnt cultivator’s cave?

It deliberately kept its four legs spread apart, flaunting its dignity.

Most of the female disciples were too shy to look up and could only sneak glances at Uncle Chen’s side profile.

He was handso and modest yet also a picture of self-confidence, which was extrely charming.

Consequently, the girls broke into whispers among themselves.

“I heard Uncle Chen is the youngest and most promising martial uncle in our Changchun Sect.

He is just forty years old this year and has a high-grade mutually suppressing Twin Spiritual Root.

His journey to cultivation hasn’t been smooth as well.”

“If his spiritual root were truly high-grade, his future prospects would be limitless…”

“Forty indeed is pretty young, and he seems mature and steady.”

In the crowd of female cultivators, the woman nad Le who had guided Chen Dengming up the mountain before looked upon his figure with a complicated and sowhat admiring look.

After seeing that he hadn’t glanced down on her, she couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

Chen Dengming, however, did not dare to linger.

Hearing the female cultivators’ chatter made the normally thin-skinned man blush.

He could nearly be a father to a forty-year-old man called Uncle Chen.

In fact, he was an eighty-year-old man nad Grandpa Chen.

By this ti, several Foundation Establishnt cultivators had already boarded the Spirit Boats.

As Chen Dengming and his Black Cloud Leopard approached, so teased him about his dramatic entrance while others joked that he was quite popular among the disciples.

Chen Dengming responded to all this with humility and grace, his unpretentious deanor easing so of the onlookers’ grudging respect for him.

People always tended to enjoy the company of humble yet capable individuals as they were often easy to get along with and never arrogant about their abilities.

On the other hand, no matter how capable soone is, being high-handed and oppressive might make others uncomfortable.

Since ti was of the essence in patrolling and hunting for demons, the gathering of Changchun Sect disciples didn’t last long.

After about the ti it takes two incense sticks to burn, hundreds of disciples had been divided into six teams, each boarding one of the six Spirit Boats and heading to their respective destinations.

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On the Spirit Boat, Chen Dengming was engaged in polite conversation with another Foundation Establishnt cultivator nad Guan Le.

Guan Le, after receiving a few complints from Chen Dengming, let his guard down a bit.

Despites being Foundation Establishnt cultivators, few people ever flattered him.

Only Chen Dengming, who had just broken through and whose powers were as yet weaker than his own, lauded him.

As Guan Le saw it, with an impending demon patrol that carried a certain degree of risk, it was natural for Dengming to curry favour with him.

So rumors claid that Dengming had defeated the Blood Ghost Taoist, but there were also whispers that the Blood Ghost Taoist had willingly retreated out of unwillingness to linger on Changchun Sect territory.

Guan Le was more inclined to believe the latter.

“Brother Chen, you sure do know how to work a room.

Ever since you asked Master He to repair your magic artifact last ti, she has been wholeheartedly dedicated to crafting your artifacts.

I can’t even get her to help because she’s always too busy,” Guan Le comnted.

Chen Dengming laughed and said, “I didn’t realize it caused such an inconvenience for you, Senior Brother Guan, delaying your creation of magic artifacts.

Next ti sothing like this happens, just let know.

I’d rather Sister He start with your artifacts first since you are much more capable.”

Guan Le laughed heartily, his heart content.

He found that this junior brother really knew how to charm people.

He had no issues left with him and, smiling, decided to test the waters.

“Ah, Brother Chen, let ask you, what do you think Master He, being who she is, likes?”

“Huh?” Chen Dengming was startled.

He hadn’t expected Guan Le to ask such a question.

Looking at Guan Le’s hopeful gaze, he imdiately understood what was being implied, and he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

Not to look down on this senior brother, but he was only in the early stages of Foundation Establishnt.

Financially, there was no way he could compete with He Yingyu, so how could he be confident about pursuing her?

Though he found it ridiculous, Chen Dengming decided to humor him on the outside, making pleasant conversation with a lot of nods and smiles.

Everybody loves beauty, and He Yingyu, with all her qualities and still single, was bound to attract the attention of many Foundation Establishnt cultivators in the sect.

Anyone who claid to not have feelings for her was likely just putting on a show.

This reminder set off alarm bells in Dengming’s mind.

Had he gotten too close to Sister He recently?

He was probably already a thorn in the eyes of many of his senior brothers.

But these senior brothers, each one craftier than the last, would not show their displeasure in front of He Yingyu.

They always maintained their decorum, which only made Dengming more wary.