Of course, Qian Renxue would not refuse. In her eyes, this was what Ye Tian deserved!
She immediately agreed with a smile.
"Rest assured, Grandpa Jin E. I'll pass it on to Ye Tian."
Jin Yue'er naturally had no objections either.
She knew Ye Tian was practically her lifesaver, the kind she could never repay.
But she pouted and began complaining.
"Grandpa, why didn't you ask Yue'er to pass it on? Yue'er and Ye Tian are Good Friends too!"
"Haha~ Either way, either way."
Douluo Jin E couldn't help laughing and rubbed Jin Yue'er's head.
"Hehe."
Jin Yue'er grinned as she imagined:
"From now on, I'll be Ye Tian's teammate and eat his pills for free~ haha."
--
The night passed quickly.
In Spirit City, people of every profession—even those washing dishes—were Spirit Masters.
Naturally, the efficiency was beyond question.
Aside from the sulfur, saltpeter, and other materials Ye Tian needed, which had to be purchased separately,
everything else could be settled in a single night!
In any case, Ye Tian was not short on money now.
He could afford to pay extra for rush orders.
But Ye Tian naturally would not waste money like that. He invoked the Saintess's name,
and everything was given priority production!
At first light,
Ye Tian put on his new clothes and headed out laughing toward the sky.
After bidding farewell to the tailor shop,
he walked up the mountain toward Wisteria Residence,
reciting a catchy poem aloud.
"My form is trained to resemble a crane; beneath a thousand pines, I study two volumes of scripture. I come seeking the Dao, with nothing more to say: clouds hang high in the blue sky, water rests within the bottle~"
--
Wisteria Residence.
When Bibi Dong opened the window,
the rising sun outside happened to wash over the lush plants and stream into the boudoir.
It brought the first breeze of the morning,
fresh and cool.
"Where did that stinky boy run off to all night? Never mind staying out overnight, he hasn't even brought me today's medicine."
Bibi Dong frowned, her slender eyebrows knit as she looked around.
Weariness showed between her brows and eyes. Clearly, she had not slept well last night.
She searched for a long while.
By the time her stomach started protesting, Bibi Dong still had not seen him and could only set the matter aside for now.
She washed up first and prepared to head out for food.
Just as Bibi Dong finished getting ready and entered the courtyard filled with purple flowers, about to leave,
movement suddenly came from outside the door.
A voice that sounded young yet deliberately old-fashioned seemed to be chanting something. Its cadence rose and fell, carrying an ancient air.
"Who's playing at being gods and Gui out there?"
Bibi Dong frowned and walked to the door. With a casual wave of her hand, the Rosewood Door slowly opened.
At the same time,
that voice became clearer.
Yet Bibi Dong saw no one until she lowered her gaze.
Only then did she spot the somewhat unfamiliar figure outside the gap in the door.
As the wooden door gradually opened,
the figure became clearer. He lightly flicked the whisk in his hand, resting it over his arm as his voice slowly trailed off.
"..."
"I come seeking the Dao, with nothing more to say: clouds hang high in the blue sky, water rests within the bottle."
When the voice stopped,
the figure before the door finally raised his head and met Bibi Dong's eyes.
The instant she saw him clearly, Bibi Dong was stunned.
Her face was full of question marks.
"Who are you?"
"Teacher, it's me, your disciple."
"My disciple?"
Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment before carefully examining him.
The Little Daoist before her stood in the morning light.
Like a piece of black jade wrapped in a soft glow.
His short black hair was neat, his forehead full and smooth. His pitch-black eyes shone like obsidian steeped in morning dew, yet carried a trace of calmness.
What caught the eye most was the white clothing on him.
It was made of fine cotton, not a glaring snow white but a warmly toned ivory.
The collar crossed over to the right, its edges trimmed with an exceedingly fine silver-blue cotton thread, like ink-wash lines that added a touch of elegance.
The wide sleeves hung at his sides, their cuffs drawn in slightly and edged with the same silver-blue trim. As he moved, the sleeves swayed gently like two white butterfly wings ready to spread.
There was a natural, ethereal grace to him,
giving this kid before her an otherworldly aura untouched by mortal dust.
That was right, this really was her disciple!
"Ye Tian?"
Bibi Dong's brows drew together.
Looking at his clothes, she asked strangely:
"Why are you dressed like this? And what's with that weird broom you're holding?"
"Teacher, this is called a whisk, not a broom!"
Ye Tian explained, flicking the whisk in his hand.
"What I'm wearing is called a Daoist robe."
As he spoke,
Ye Tian spread his arms.
"Look. What do you think? Does it look good?"
"It's all right. You look almost human."
Bibi Dong withdrew her gaze, folded her arms, and lied through her teeth.
Honestly speaking,
Ye Tian's appearance had indeed improved considerably.
It even gave her the urge to keep one.
"Teacher, show some respect!"
Ye Tian rolled his eyeballs and continued showing off.
"See this? Longevity Pill Guest is my Daoist name."
"A Daoist name? Heh."
Bibi Dong shook her head with a disdainful smile.
Then she reached out and gave Ye Tian a head flick.
"Ah, hiss—!"
Ye Tian covered his forehead and staggered backward.
The otherworldly Daoist aura around him instantly vanished without a trace.
"Hoo—"
Bibi Dong blew on her fingertips and looked at Ye Tian teasingly.
"You really have a big mouth, kid. You're only a one-ring Spirit Master, yet you dare boast of longevity. Consider this a lesson to keep you from becoming arrogant."
"Teacher, it would have been one thing if you didn't encourage me, but you even put me down. That isn't what a teacher should do."
Ye Tian rubbed his forehead and corrected her.
"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense. I don't need you teaching me what to do."
Bibi Dong snorted coldly,
though there was a faint smile in her eyes.
Ye Tian's detached and transcendent temperament actually made her feel a little envious.
She truly didn't know
what kind of brain this kid had to possess such a mindset.
Setting aside that bit of curiosity,
Bibi Dong leaned against the door with her arms folded and asked with interest, "So, you spent the night outside just to have clothes made? That must have cost quite a bit, right?"
"Not entirely. I also went to the Blacksmith Shop to have some things made, like an alchemy furnace, to decorate my room."
Ye Tian answered honestly, then extended his hand.
With a flick of his whisk,
a still-warm food box appeared in Ye Tian's hand.
"I also prepared breakfast for Teacher early this morning."
"Oh?"
Bibi Dong looked at the food box.
A flicker of surprise passed through her eyes, but she did not reach out to take it and instead continued asking:
"What about my medicine?"
"Of course, it's in here too."
Ye Tian said with a smile.
"All right! At least you still have some filial piety."
Bibi Dong took the food box and casually said:
"How much did the clothes cost? Teacher will reimburse you. At least you're my disciple; what you used to wear really was a bit shabby."
At those words, Ye Tian's eyes immediately lit up.
"Teacher, it was exactly one thousand gold Spirit Coins."
"One thousand?!"
Bibi Dong stared at Ye Tian in astonishment.
"Are you sure you aren't deliberately fleecing me?"
"Of course not. That Soul King did a fine job, so I promised to have my clothes made there for the next few years. This is even the discounted price."
"..."
Bibi Dong drew in a deep breath.
This brat even used bulk orders to haggle down the price of clothes.
"Fine, I'll cover it all!"
"Thank you, Teacher!"
Smiling, Ye Tian followed closely behind Bibi Dong as they stepped back into Wisteria Residence.
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