Chapter 241: Why Still Call Me Senior?

“Time to give gifts!”

Another week had passed, and it was gift-giving day again. Ye Chen patted the sleeping Caidie and Yun Qianyue beside him. “Wake up, you two. Head back to Divine Will Sect and focus on your cultivation!”

The two women stirred, their gazes toward Ye Chen filled with awe and delight. Caidie, delicate and graceful, leaned against Ye Chen’s back, massaging his shoulders like a clinging bird. “Senior Ye, I don’t want to return to Divine Will Sect. I just want to stay by your side.”

Yun Qianyue, equally quick to serve, echoed the sentiment.

They weren’t just flattering him. Being around Ye Chen was genuinely incredible. The pills he casually gifted them surpassed what Divine Will Sect provided to its inner disciples.

More importantly, when they were with him, he never drained their vitality. Instead, he granted them tremendous opportunities, propelling their cultivation forward by leaps and bounds. They’d saved at least a year of grueling effort and were now at the peak of the ninth layer of Qi Refining, ready to break through to Foundation Establishment at any moment.

Seeing their infatuated looks, like cats high on catnip, Ye Chen felt almost like he was the one being used. He chuckled and handed each of them two top-grade Foundation Establishment Pills. “Talk to me after you break through to Foundation Establishment.”

Qi Refining cultivators no longer qualified to be his maids.

Staring at the top-grade Foundation Establishment Pills, the women’s mouths fell open even wider. Top-grade pills?

At Divine Will Sect, only the top inner disciple received a high-grade Foundation Establishment Pill, and the top ten in the annual competition got a mere low-grade one. The competition was fierce, and neither woman had much hope of winning one. Yet Senior Ye had casually given each of them two?

At his words, they nodded eagerly. After breaking through to Foundation Establishment, they’d return to his side. Divine Will Sect? They could do without it.

After sending the two off, Ye Chen stretched lazily, ready to hit the streets and find a lucky recipient for the Phoenix Stone. He wanted to test if a reclaimed gift could still trigger rewards.

Foundation Establishment peak cultivators weren’t abundant in Divine Will City, but they weren’t rare either. Finding a suitable female cultivator for feedback shouldn’t be hard.

But just as he stepped out of the courtyard, a graceful figure approached from afar. Her unique immortal aura told him instantly who it was—An Miaoli.

Why was she alone?

“Senior An…” Ye Chen greeted with a smile.

An Miaoli shook her head. “No need to call me senior anymore.”

Too formal, huh? Ye Chen thought for a moment before saying earnestly, “Auntie!”

An Miaoli: “???”

Her composure, honed by years of cultivation, kept her from twitching. She spoke calmly, “Now that Fellow Daoist Ye has reached the Golden Core stage, we should address each other as peers.”

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Ye Chen shook his head immediately. “Even if I’ve broken through to Golden Core, a senior is still a senior!”

Calling her anything else just wouldn’t feel right.