Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

138. Chapter 135 The Night

Translator: Helene

Zhuo Hua helped Nan Chen change into clean clothes and then sat at the bed, planning to watch Nan Chen.

“Master” Nan Chen tugged at the corner of Zhuo Hua’s clothes, “Come to bed.”

He moved his body slightly and made space for Zhuo Hua.

Zhuo Hua rejected, “No, I’ll press your wound.”

“No.” Nan Chen shook the corner of Zhuo Hua’s clothes and said pleadingly, “The bed in this inn is not small.”

“No.” Zhuo Hua still refused.

Seeing that Zhuo Hua was determined to watch him by the side, Nan Chen grabbed Zhuo Hua’s clothes. He seemed to have ripped his wound, and he hissed in pain.

Zhuo Hua got worried. Afraid that Nan Chen would hurt himself, he had to lie down with Nan Chen’s strength.

The two of them lay on the bed, looking at each other.

Zhuo Hua was defeated. “Come on. Go to sleep. Judging form the situation tonight, there is a conspiracy behind this. I don’t know what happened to Junior Brother and Li.”

“Master, don’t worry. They must be fine.” Nan Chen put his hand on Zhuo Hua’s eyes, “Have a good rest first.”

Since they returned to Cultivation World, they hadn’t had a good rest.

Zhuo Hua could see nothing, and he felt his eyes were covered by Nan Chen’s hand, which was warm and relaxing. He closed his eyes.

That was right. Very few people could hurt Qing Yangzi in Cultivation World. They would definitely be fine.

In the middle of the night, Zhuo Hua was startled by the heat. He was worried about Nan Chen, so he didn’t sleep soundly. He had been paying attention to Nan Chen.

The temperature of Nan Chen’s body gradually rose. Zhuo Hua opened his eyes and looked at Nan Chen beside him.

Nan Chen closed his eyes and seemed to be troubled in his sleep.

“Nan Chen?”

…

“Nan Chen?”

…

Nan Chen didn’t respond, and Zhuo Hua got worried.

Zhuo Hua felt Nan Chen’s forehead with his hand, which was burnt. He withdrew his hand and saw it was red from the burn.

Zhuo Hua got out of bed.  He put his hand on Nan Chen’s hand and felt Nan Chen’s physical condition with spiritual power.

After a while, Zhuo Hua opened his eyes and frowned.

Nan Chen’s current situation was very complicated.

There had been demon power and spiritual power in Nan Chen’s body. As Nan Chen had a pure Yang physique, he could control these two totally different powers at will.

However, Ling Yun’s attack disrupted the balance in Nan Chen’s body, and the power of the spiritual ball entered Nan Chen’s body.

Now demon power and spiritual power, as well as the power of the spiritual ball, were fighting each other for the dominant position in Nan Chen’s body.

Zhuo Hua could not help Nan Chen at all, who had to calm down these three powers on his own.

However, Zhuo Hua believed that Nan Chen could pull through. The only thing he could do now was prevent anyone disturbing Nan Chen.

Zhuo Hua arranged a circle of ward around the bed. No one except himself could get close to Nan Chen.

Sometimes, he asked the servant in the inn to deliver some hot water for him to wipe Nan Chen’s sweat.

After three days, Nan Chen was not improving. On the fourth day, Nan Chen, who had been calm, started to twitch.

The veins on his body bulged inch by inch, and blood trickled out from every pore. Zhuo Hua could only watch worriedly, not daring to touch Nan Chen.