Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

24. The Trial IX

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Zhuo Hua was quite annoyed. ‘Why everything seems to spoil my plan?’

Even when Zhuo Hua left again, Nan Chen still didn’t find a way to escape. Looking at the ward shrouding the room, Nan Chen felt helpless.

One hour later, the ward slightly shook.

With a crisp sound, the ward crashed into pieces, so Nan Chen seized his chance and rushed to the outside.

In the meantime, having just smacked the ‘Demon Lord’ to death, Zhuo Hua felt a halt to his spiritual power. He covered the chest with his hands, feeling a strong heat surging from his abdomen.

Qing Yun noticed that Zhuo Hua looked strange, so he asked with concern, “Martial Uncle, are you okay?”

Zhuo Hua pushed Qing Yun’s hand away, which had meant to help him. “I’m okay. I should go back since it’s all right here.” Zhuo Hua said with malice in his eyes.

At the Bamboo Peak.

Having looked at the empty room, Zhuo Hua’s face was so gloomy. He stretched out his hand and smashed a stool near him.

Feeling the strong desire in his body, Zhuo Hua turned around and strode towards the alchemy room.

When Zhuo Hua came out of the alchemy room, it was already half a month later.

Another fifteen days later, a rumor came out from nowhere, saying that the disciple of Master Zhuo Hua had colluded with the Demonic Cult and killed his fellow disciples.

For a time, the name Nan Chen was considered nothing but just an unwelcome villain by everyone in the Cultivation World.

Zhuo Hua took advantage of their twelve-year mentoring relationship to draw Nan Chen into the trap again and again.

Nan Chen was forced to hide in the mystery land and received the relics. However, when he came out, he was struck down a cliff by Zhuo Hua and endured the pain of Gold Re-establishment.

A strong hatred grew from the bottom of Nan Chen’s heart. To be a demon or a Buddha, there was just a thin line lying between.

Nan Chen found a demonic book left by the former Demon Lord down the cliff. Three years later, he was back again. Having cleared the pure Yang power in his body, he succeeded as the Demon Lord and caused a massacre in the Cultivation World.

Unfortunately, he was finally defeated Zhuo Hua with his sword.

“Go to hell, go to hell, my pure Yang power, how dare you?”

Looking at Zhuo Hua’s ferocious face, Nan Chen couldn’t help but feel sick.

Feeling the pain in his chest, Nan Chen knew he would be defeated today. He decided to come just because he was still holding the gratitude for Zhuo Hua’s care and education given during his childhood.

Although Zhuo Hua had other intentions to accept him as a disciple, if it wasn’t for Zhuo Hua, Nan Chen was still a wild child lingering in the countryside.

Having looked at Nan Chen’s indifferent expression, Zhuo Hua sneered, “My good disciple, tell you a secret, it was I who killed your parents.”

Nan Chen’s miserable face pleased Zhuo Hua.

“You have been quite collected, haven’t you? Why can’t you keep your cool when you hear that your parents were killed by me?”

His body got colder and colder. Nan Chen terribly regretted that he could not kill Zhuo Hua and regretted for his stupidity.

‘Are you regretful?’

A voice popped up in Nan Chen’s mind.

“Definitely.”

‘Then kill him.’

‘I can’t do it now.’

‘Let me help you.’

The next moment, everything in front of Nan Chen was changed. Looking at the familiar scenery, he went into the room and looked at the man lying on the bed, holding a dagger he had got from nowhere.

The man in the bed didn’t seem to notice someone had come in, so Nan Chen raised his hand and wielded the dagger with all his strength.

Fizz-

Instead of stabbing the person in the bed, Nan Chen waved his hand towards behind before a flash of bright white light burst out. When the light dispersed, the underground palace came into his view.

That Mighty Person was still sitting there, his face covered with deep wrinkles. Even Nan Chen was still at the door of the underground palace from beginning to end and never stepped in.

Nan Chen narrowed his eyes and fixed his eyes on the mermaid candles.

It seemed that something could cause people to have hallucinations had been added into those candles.

“Ha ha ha ha…”

A voice of an old man resounded through the underground palace.

“Who’s there!” Nan Chen warily said.

“Ha ha ha, a little boy broke into my place and then asked me who I am?” The old man asked in reply.

“Are you a Senior?” Nan Chen ventured to ask.

“Well, I haven’t seen a child with such a firm mind for a long time.” The old man seemed to truly appreciated Nan Chen.

“Alright alright. I give up choosing. Little boy, are you willing to accept my relics?”