Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

50. The Demon Lord III

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

Nan Chen heard that Zhuo Hua had woken up immediately when he came back to Muyang Temple. He was a little stunned and then rushed to the Bamboo Peak.

In the past three years, he had got so many opportunities to kill Zhuo Hua, but he didn’t. He was looking forward to see him wake up soon for he wanted to make Zhuo Hua taste what he had borne in the last life.

Nan Chen went back to the Bamboo Peak. At first he intended to act like a loyal disciple; however, he couldn’t find Zhuo Hua all over.

Nan Chen looked to the direction of the alchemy room and snorted.

‘He must have gone to find the cauldrons again.’

Nan Chen went to a hot spring at the back of the peak. Every time he killed someone, he would bathe in it for a while.

Approaching the hot spring, he heard water splashing. Nan Chen stepped forward, only to find a scene that made him hold his breath.

A man was in the hot spring with his back to Nan Chen. He slowly stood up, and the surface of the water just reached his waist. The wet long hair pasting on his body might make him uncomfortable, so the man stroked his hair and therefore showed his nice back. The elegant bare body was partly visible. Just then, the man slightly tilted his head, showing an incredibly fascinating face.

After clearly seeing the man’s appearance, Nan Chen suddenly came to his senses. He turned around and strode away.

Zhuo Hua had been in coma for three years. Despite the cleansing spell, he still felt uncomfortable. In the middle of bathing, he heard something behind him, so he turned around but saw nothing.

When Zhuo Hua returned to the bamboo cottage, Nan Chen knocked on his door.

“Come in.”

Nan Chen pushed the door open and went in. He looked at Zhuo Hua excitedly, “Master, you really woke up. So great. Where did you go just now? When I came back, I couldn’t find you, so I was worried that you were…”

Zhuo Hua gazed at Nan Chen who looked so worried and couldn’t help feeling warm, so he gently rubbed his head. “I’m fine. I just went to the back of the peak for a stroll. It’s now late at night. You need to have a rest. Tomorrow I will check whether you have slacked off in the past three years.”

“Yes, Master.”

In the middle of the night

Zhuo Hua felt a surge of desire inside his body, so he had to go to the alchemy room again, planning to wait for the disappearance of the poison’s efficacy in three days.

For three solid years, the Lust Toxic had not been vented, and it was quite unendurable now to bear it.

Zhuo Hua kept hurting himself in the hope of distracting himself with pain.

However, the pains did not work.

Early in the morning the next day, Nan Chen got up and waited for Zhuo Hua, who had said he would check his cultivation, but the noon passed while Zhuo Hua still didn’t show up. Nan Chen wasn’t too disappointed. After all, he had been used to such things all the time in his previous life.

After three hard days, Zhuo Hua lay on the ground and looked at his tattered clothes.

The bath he had taken was in vain again. Zhuo Hua tidied himself up and opened the door of the alchemy room, only to find that Nan Chen was standing outside and looking at him.

Zhuo Hua got a fright, thinking of the mess inside. The alchemy room was full of his own blood and scratches.

Afraid of being discovered by Nan Chen, Zhuo Hua closed the door and blocked Nan Chen’s sight.

Looking at Zhuo Hua’s hasty reaction, Nan Chen sneered in mind.

‘Do you think no one will know what you have done?’

“Nan Chen, why are you here?” Zhuo Hua closed the door before asking Nan Chen.

“Master, the Sect Leader has come. He’s waiting for you in the courtyard.” ‘Do you think I want to come to this disgusting place?’

“I’ll be right there.”

When Zhuo Hua came to the yard, Qing Yangzi was sitting on the stone stool, and there was still Go on the table that had not been finished three days ago.

Zhuo Hua went to the opposite side of Nan Chen and sat down.