Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

10. The Master II

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

When Zhuo Hua came to Nan Chen’s bedroom, Nan Chen was having a meal.

He knocked on the door, and Nan Chen opened it.

“Master,” said Nan Chen, stepping sideways.

“Mm-hmm,” Zhuo Hua entered the room, only to see the meal on the table.

Although the cultivators of Nascent Soul Stage could start fasting, Zhuo Hua had been a modern man. In the past two months, he had been too busy to eat. Now when he saw the food, he felt that his stomach was empty and thus uncomfortable.

On the other hand, when he was in modern times, his physical condition only allowed fixed meals for him every day. He was only allowed to eat meat once a month, and most of it was vomited out later. The nutrition needed was mainly maintained with intravenous injections.

‘Now that I have a healthy body, I can eat at will.’ Zhuo Hua felt that this was the happiest thing after the transmigration.

Nan Chen saw Zhuo Hua fixed his eyes on the food as soon as he entered the door and his eyes were glowing with inexplicable light, so Nan Chen couldn’t help but earth to him, “Master?”

“Eh?” When Zhuo Hua came to his sense and found himself staring at the meal on the table, he just felt embarrassed.

“Ahem!” Zhuo Hua coughed, “Nothing. I was thinking about something. Now, let me check your cultivation achievements during the month.”

“Yes, Master.” Nan Chen lifted his spiritual power.

“Ninth-level of Qi?” Zhuo Hua was surprised.

“Well, right.” Nan Chen replied.

How could it be possible that in just one month, Nan Chen could practice and improve from the second-level to the ninth-level of Qi? Seven levels in one go during a month. Called by many as the top genius in a hundred years, Zhuo Hua could only improve three levels in a month when he began to cultivate.

And in Become the Demon, the writer didn’t mention this part. ‘Is it the butterfly effect caused by my transmigration?’

“Let me take a closer look.” Zhuo Hua was afraid that Nan Chen had practiced any taboo techniques or his foundation was not built well.

If that was the case, Nan Chen would inevitably go astray in his cultivation in the future.

Nan Chen reached out.

Zhuo Hua gently held Nan Chen’s wrist and checked his cultivation.

There was no trace of taboo practice, and his foundation was very solid.

‘Did the pure Yang constitution speed up his cultivation?’

Zhuo Hua let go of Nan Chen’s hand, silent and thoughtful.

Seeing Zhuo Hua falling silent, although he knew why his master looked surprised, he pretended to be innocent and said, “Master, what’s the matter? Is there any problem?”

Zhuo Hua caressed Nan Chen’s head, “Nothing. You did very well.”

“Really? Master.” Nan Chen said happily.

However, he wanted to break the hand on his head inwardly.

“Yes,” Zhuo Hua stood up and said, “I’m going to Qing Yangzi’s. Continue your practice.”

“Take care, Master.”

“By the way!” Zhuo Hua remembered something when he walked to the door, “Tell the disciples who delivered the meal to bring one more serving from tomorrow on.”

“Got it, Master.”

Looking at the fading figure of Zhuo Hua, Nan Chen couldn’t help guessing the purpose of his order to ask for an extra serving. Did Zhuo Hua want to dine with him?

‘Hasn’t he already been fasting?’ In an instant, he figured out the reason why Zhuo Hua reacted to the food like that just now. The light in his eye was like people who hadn’t eaten for hundreds of years suddenly saw food. If it hadn’t been his restraint and collected expression, it would be hard to tell.

His master was quite cute.

“F**k the cuteness!” Nan Chen scolded in his heart.