In just over half a year, Li Changshou had clearly felt that these seven youths...
Were becoming harder and harder to teach.
That afternoon, while Li Changshou explained several well-known writings from the mortal world, their questions nearly left him unable to answer.
Fortunately, to be safe, he had already prepared the lessons in detail with Bai Ze, considering every question these little ones might ask.
As the sun slanted westward at dusk, Li Changshou left Hua Youming and Xia Ningshuang behind to clean the academy, then drifted gracefully back to his residence.
Over the past half year, this pair of happy foes had squabbled and fought, yet their feelings had grown much better than before.
At least when they fought, Xia Ningshuang no longer ruthlessly struck Hua Youming's vulnerable spots.
—Specifically, beneath the ribs.
Returning his awareness to Lesser Qiong Peak, Li Changshou followed the conversation he had heard through his immortal senses and rode a cloud toward the thatched cottage by the lake.
"...Master, don't ask where this fruit came from. Just eat it."
"Could this have been refined through some evil art? It looks so much like an infant! Ling'e, where did you find such an evil thing?"
Ling'e hurriedly said, "It isn't an evil thing, Master. Sense it carefully—this is a Ginseng Fruit. It was born looking like this, and it can increase your lifespan by nearly fifty thousand years!"
"Then I have no use for it either. Use it yourself!"
"Master!"
"No, no." Qi Yuan kept waving his hands as he drove Ling'e out from the doorway. "I truly do not want such an evil thing!"
"Ah, Master!"
Bang!
The wooden door slammed shut with such force that a little dust shook loose.
Ling'e held the Ginseng Fruit aloft with immortal power, looking somewhat helpless.