Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

102. The Sorrow

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Nan Chen put his hand on one side and felt a strange touch which was different from the grass. He sat up and looked at the things at hand.

He picked it up and found it familiar. It seemed to be the silk bag that Zhuo Hua had given him before, but he had thrown it away long ago. Unexpectedly, he found it here.

Despite himself, Nan Chen opened the silk bag.

“Nan Chen.” A light flashed and it then floated in mid-air. A familiar voice came, which turned out to be a remnant Mind Sense of Zhuo Hua.

“When you hear these words, I think I have been no longer in this world.”

Nan Chen unlidded another jar of liquor and continued to drink.

“I was thinking of telling you in person, but anyway you wouldn’t believe it, so I have to leave a remnant Mind Sense here. After my death, it will be awakened.”

“Actually, I am not a person in this world.”

Nan Chen thought he heard it wrong, so he stopped drinking.

“The place where I came is called the Earth. It is a beautiful blue planet. I don’t know why I came to this world after my death and occupied this body called Zhuo Hua.”

The jar in Nan Chen’s hands fell in an instant, and the sound of something cracking came. The voice from the silk bag continued.

“This world is very similar to the plot in a book that I read. In that book, you were trained by Zhuo Hua as a cauldron. Later, you became the Demon Lord and finally died under the sword of Zhuo Hua. This time, I hope you don’t repeat the same mistakes.”

“Take care of yourself even if I’m not with you.”

The moment the words finished, the light disappeared, and the silk bag then fell to the ground.

Nan Chen patted his forehead, “Impossible… It’s impossible. I get drunk. This can’t be true.”

But he knew that no matter how much liquor he drank, as a cultivator, he would never get drunk. For cultivators, it was just like drinking water.

Nan Chen scratched his hair, recalling the moments when he was with Zhuo Hua in the past ten years, only to find the difference between the two Zhuo Hua in this life and in the previous life.

In the last life, Zhuo Hua deliberately wanted him to be a cauldron with the power of pure Yang, but Zhuo Hua in this life saved himself in danger several times.

Thinking about Zhuo Hua standing next to his parents’ bodies, Nan Chen noticed that he didn’t witness whether Zhuo Hua killed his parents in person at that time. Just because Zhuo Hua was there, he blamed everything on him with what had happened in the last life. Is there any misunderstanding?

‘If there is…’

Zhuo Hua looked at his trembling hands, ‘That means I killed the only person who still cares about me!’

“Who is it?” Nan Chen exclaimed. There was a sound of a cup being knocked down coming from the cottage.

Nan Chen came to the cottage in a flicker. Someone’s robe flashed by the window, and the overturned cup on the table was still spinning.

When Nan Chen was about to chase the person, he just found something beside the cup.

Nan Chen stopped and took a closer look. He found that it was an elixir with a note.

He picked up the note.

“The elixir is infused with the blood of your Master. If you want to know the whole thing, then swallow it.”

‘Who is this person?’ Nan Chen wondered.

‘Why is there an elixir containing Master’s blood? The whole thing? Does this person know that Master is not from this world?’

‘Who is this mysterious person?’

The mysterious person showed up and brought many doubts to Nan Chen.

Nan Chen looked at the elixir in his hand, ‘The whole thing?’

He smiled. Nan Chen didn’t think whether there was anything wrong with the elixir but just swallowed it.