Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

21. The Trial VI

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

“Hahaha, you won’t be able to get away!”

A streak of bright white light appeared and shrouded Nan Chen.

–

“Distinguished Master.”

“Stand up. From now on, you are my disciple.”

Nan Chen couldn’t help smiling, “Yes, Master.” He was in great happiness.

At the age of six, he lost his parents, but he also honored the most powerful and mightiest person in this world as his Master.

–

“Master, Master, I made cultivation breakthrough once again!” Looking up at Zhuo Hua, Nan Chen wanted to receive praise from his Master.

He was eight years old and had only taken two years to break through the seventh-level of Qi cultivation.

“Mm-hmm,” Zhuo Hua gave a perfunctory nod and hurried to the alchemy room.

Having seen his perfunctory reaction, Nan Chen couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.

‘Did I do anything that annoyed Master? Or he just doesn’t like me? Was it because he was informing me not to be carried away by success and should be a steady cultivator?’

‘It must be!’

Nan Chen clenched his fists, returned to his room and continued to cultivate.

–

It was Nan Chen’s sixteenth birthday.

Zhuo Hua came back and threw a spiritual sword to Nan Chen, “It’s yours.”

Nan Chen held the spiritual sword tightly to his chest and said surprisingly, “Is this given to me?”

“Mm-hmm.” Zhuo Hua turned around. He needed to go to the alchemy room again.

“Master.” Seeing that Zhuo Hua was about to get in the alchemy room, Nan Chen couldn’t help but call him.

Zhuo Hua tilted his body, indicating Nan Chen to take time to speak.

“Why do you stay in the alchemy room every day?” Nan Chen said. He had been curious about it for two years.

Zhuo Hua stopped for a short while and then walked up to Nan Chen, crouching.

“Nan Chen.”

“Yes, Master.”

“I am doing something interesting in the alchemy room, but I can’t let you know now. You will definitely know it later,” Zhuo Hua emphasized “definitely” in an exaggerated way, “so don’t go to the alchemy room if there is nothing wrong.”

“Yes, master.”

‘Since Master didn’t want to let me know, it must be for my own good.’ Nan Chen thought.

–

It was the eighteenth birthday of Nan Chen.

Nan Chen felt bored, so he practiced wielding his spiritual sword. Unexpectedly, the Dark-Green Sword was out of control all of a sudden and crashed open the door of Zhuo Hua’s room. ‘Oh, no!’ Nan Chen thought.

He rushed into it and wanted to fetch his sword back before his master got so angry.

Standing in Zhuo Hua’s room, he looked at the people on the bed in disbelief.

In the meantime, a maiden and two teenagers were rolling in the bed in a strange position. And Zhuo Hua was in the middle of them.

Nan Chen was eighteen years old, and he had heard something from his Junior Brothers.

But the scene before him was beyond his understanding, and the Master he had been worshipping since childhood, who was otherworldly, was in the bed having intercourse with others. How decadent!

A strange feeling welled up in Nan Chen’s mind. He rushed out of the room and ran to his own room, holding the table and throwing up.

A few minutes later.

“Enough?”

Nan Chen was startled by the voice behind him.

“Ma… Master.”

Nan Chen haven’t come to his senses yet.

The next second, there was a sharp pain coming behind his neck.

Zhuo Hua caught his falling body. Looking at Nan Chen, Zhuo Hua couldn’t help showing a coveted look.

–

‘It hurts.’

Nan Chen was awakened by pain.

He stroked his neck, observing the surroundings.

Thinking of what had happened before fainting, he didn’t know why his master did all of this.

He felt like being in a room with many lads and maidens.

Having seen Nan Chen woke up, they all surrounded him.

“For the first time in so many years, I have seen new people come in.”

“How many years have we been here? I can’t remember.”

“Alas, he is also a poor child.”

…

These people were all talking about things Nan Chen couldn’t understand, so he couldn’t help but ask, “Excuse me, where am I?”

Nan Chen listened to what they had said and then realized that this was an alchemy room of a mysterious man. He always brought some young teenagers under the age of eighteen to this room.

When they came of age, the mysterious man would take them out and have intercourse to enhance his cultivation. In other words, all of them were cauldrons raised by that man.