Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

12. The Sword Pavilion I

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Seeing Nan Chen still standing there, Zhuo Hua asked, “What’s the matter? Come and eat with me.”

Nan Chen looked at Zhuo Hua and hesitated, “Ma… Master, I’d better go somewhere else to eat.”

He was afraid that he couldn’t help poisoning the food, provided that it wouldn’t be found out by others.

“Relax. Don’t stand on ceremony. Come and eat.” They were obviously thinking something different.

“Okay, Master.” Nan Chen went over and sat across from Zhuo Hua.

Nan Chen took up chopsticks, only to find that there was an extra chop in the bowl. He could tell this was the biggest one with much meat on the plate.

Nan Chen looked at Zhuo Hua in confusion.

He didn’t understand why Zhuo Hua did this.

Till the end of the meal, Nan Chen didn’t touch the chop.

The next day, Zhuo Hua gave a copy of cultivation method to Nan Chen.

Nan Chen looked at the book in his hand, “The Spell to Destroy Immortals?”

“This is my cultivation method. You can have it now.”

“Yes, Master.”

Nan Chen surely knew that this was the cultivation method used by Zhuo Hua. In the previous life, Zhuo Hua had cherished the book and had been reluctant to give it to his own disciple. Why did Zhuo Hua change his mind now?

Nan Chen felt it got harder and harder to see through his master.

Then both of them repeated the daily routine-eating, sleeping and cultivating day after day. Ten years went by.

After ten-year cultivation, Nan Chen reached the stage of Core Formation.

Nan Chen looked at the piece of meat in his bowl. During these ten years, Zhuo Hua would give him the biggest piece of meat for every meal. At first, he thought Zhuo Hua just did this on a whim, but he didn’t expect his master would continue doing it for ten years.

As always, Nan Chen never touched the meat.

Moreover, Nan Chen found something interesting in the past ten years. His master was very fond of eating meat. If he picked what he wanted to eat with chopsticks for ten times, there would be seven times that his master would be picking meat, and for the rest three times, he would be selecting vegetables in the dish with meat. Why didn’t he find that his master was into meat so much before?

Zhuo Hua looked at the meat left in Nan Chen’s bowl and said nothing.

“Come to my room at night.” Zhuo Hua said to Nan Chen.

“Yes.”

…

At Night.

Nan Chen pushed open the door after knocking, “Master.”

Zhuo Hua sat at the table, “Come here.”

Nan Chen walked up to Zhuo Hua.

“Tomorrow I will take you to the Sword Pavilion to pick a sword for you. In half a month, the Jinhua Mystery Land will be open, so you need a decent sword.”

“Yes, Master.” Out of the corner of his eye, Nan Chen saw a sword hanging on the wall. He knew the sword, and even if it turned to ash, he could definitely recognize it. In the last life, it was the sword that had penetrated his heart.

Zhuo Hua saw Nan Chen staring at the sword named Forget All and asked, “You like it?”

“No, I don’t.” He not only didn’t like it, but also wanted to throw it together with its owner into the furnace and burn them into ashes.

Seeing Nan Chen lowering his head, he thought that Nan Chen was too shy to say he really wanted, so Zhuo Hua said, “It’s okay if you like. This sword has been with me for many years and has already grown its spirit. Thus, I’m afraid you can’t control it now.”

“I understand.”

…

The next day.

Strolling in the market, Zhuo Hua and Nan Chen listened to the shouts of vendors along the roads. Zhuo Hua looked at the teenager walking beside him.

In the past ten years, he witnessed Nan Chen grew from a little kid to a teenager who was now as tall as him. In his heart, Nan Chen had become a relative of his.

“Master?”

“Mm-hmm?” Zhuo Hua suddenly come to his sense, “What?”

“Master, what are you looking at? I didn’t get any responses after I have called you a few times.”

“Nothing.”

…

At the Goodluck Hostelry

The two people entered the door, and a waiter walked up to them right away, “Distinguished guests, would you like to eat or stay?”

“We want two rooms.” said Nan Chen, taking out a lump of silver.

“Oh, I’m sorry but there is only one guest room left.”