Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

23. The Trial VIII

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Nan Chen calculated the time. It was at noon, twelve hours to the next day. In other words, he still had twelve hours.

He couldn’t do that thing with his Master for it was against ethics.

Nan Chen didn’t know if Zhuo Hua was too relieved or too dismissive of him, he didn’t take the storage ring away from Nan Chen.

Therefore, Nan Chen took an elixir out from the storage ring and crushed it with his fingers. The elixir powder scattered and disappeared in the air with not trace.

The exlixir had been given to him last time when he met Martial Uncle Qing Dan.

Qing Dan was an Elder who was in charge of elixirs in Muyang Temple. Most of the elixirs in the Sect were made by him. It could be said that he was a significant figure in the elixir community.

Qing Dan seldomly went out. However, Nan Chen didn’t expect that he could encounter Elder Qing Dan when he carried out his first mission. Qing Dan even gave him an elixir, saying that he would need it in the future.

Nan Chen thought of what Elder Qing Dan had said to him.

“This elixir can even beat a cultivator of Tribulation Passage, so only use it at a fatal moment.” Elder Qing Dan had showed a rather serious expression and Nan Chen couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.

“What’s the effect of this elixir? And what moment can be considered as fatal?”

He only remembered that Elder Qing Dan had caressed his head and smiled, “You will know everything when it’s time.”

Having thought of Elder Qing Dan’s unfathomable look and his words, Nan Chen couldn’t help guessing, ‘Had Elder Qing Dan known the secret of Master Zhuo Hua and already foreseen that all this would happen one day?’

Nan Chen didn’t have much time to dig into it and swallowed the antidote. Since Zhuo Hua had cast a ward outside, he would immediately know once anyone touched the ward. All he could do now was to wait for Zhuo Hua’s return.

Two hours later, Zhuo Hua went back in a hurry.

On hearing the door was opened, Nan Chen who had been leaning over the table fiercely sat up straight.

“Ma…” Nan Chen unconsciously wanted to call Zhuo Hua Master but paused in the next second. As the saying went, “A teacher for a day is a father for a lifetime,”, but he couldn’t take it given his plights for now.

They sat across from each other. As time went by, Nan Chen’s stomach lurched. He wasn’t sure whether the elixir could work or not.

The time of Nan Chen’s birthday was getting closer. Zhuo Hua stood up and reached out for Nan Chen, “Come on here. You should be clear that you won’t be able to resist my will.”

Nan Chen involuntarily stepped backward.

Zhuo Hua slightly narrowed his eyes.

‘What a naughty boy.’

Zhuo Hua stepped forward, grabbed Nan Chen and flung him to the bed.

Nan Chen partly sprawled in the bed with his fists clenching tightly.

Bursts of hasty footsteps came when Zhuo Hua was about to take next action.

Zhuo Hua went to open the door and gave a cold look at the man outside of the room, “What the hell is going on?”

Qing Yun panted, shocked by Zhuo Hua’s gaze. He pulled himself together and said quickly, “Martial Uncle, it’s terrible. The demonic cultivators are attacking us…”

“Just some demonic cultivators. Look at you, where is your decency? Do you forget what you’ve been taught? Just a group of demonic cultivators even messes you up.”

Having been interrupted what he had been about to do, Zhuo Hua was a bit irritable. What had happened today made him sense something bad.

Qing Yun looked at Zhuo Hua in a daze. ‘Is this still his Martial Uncle, who is always warm and kind?’

‘Anyway, I should pay attention to the big issue.’

“No, Martial Uncle. We didn’t expect that the Demon Lord would come as well, and we were taken completely by surprise. Many of our disciples died or are wounded seriously, so do the Sect Leader and the Elders.”

“In the Cultivation world, you are the only one whose cultivation is higher than the Demon Lord’s.” Qing Yun said hastily.

At first, they thought just a small mob of demonic cultivators who dared to challenge the Sect. They didn’t expect the Demon Lord came as well. What was worse, there were traitors in the Sect, and they hurt the Sect Leader and the Elders.

On the other hand, Master Zhuo Hua preferred quiet surroundings, so his place was far away from the main peak. Seldom did disciples come to bother him.

Qing Yun had no choice but to turn to Zhuo Hua for help. He lowered his head, thinking that the complacency he and his fellows had held took a toll anyway.