That’s a Misunderstanding, I Really Don’t Show Any Affection Towards the Master

Chapter 20: You and I will meet again by fate, Chaos in the Wind!

Ye Ningshuang, Qin Shou, and six other disciples all looked at the white-haired old man in shock.

Especially the aura emanating from the white-haired old man was very powerful and frightening.

It made all of them shudder from the depths of their souls.

He was at least a Nascent Soul expert, or even a powerful Soul Transformation expert!

They didn’t expect him to hide inside this mountain.

Now.

The white-haired old man’s eyes shone brightly as he stared excitedly at the small porcelain pot in Ye Ningshuang’s hand.

Then he turned into a beam of light.

Faster than anyone could follow.

Everyone felt a moment of dizziness.

When they looked again, the white-haired old man had already appeared in front of Ye Ningshuang.

Ye Ningshuang was on guard, brandishing her Silver Dragon Sword.

“What do you want?” she asked.

But the white-haired old man raised his hand and waved it.

A massive spiritual power burst forth, directly sending the Silver Dragon Sword flying.

“Clang!”

The Silver Dragon Sword plunged into the ground, leaving only the handle exposed.

Ye Ningshuang’s face turned pale.

This person was very strong!

Everyone else was terrified.

If this white-haired old man wanted to kill them.

None of them present would be his match.

They would all die.

Qin Shou was also afraid, but he forced himself to calm down and bowed respectfully.

“Senior, we are disciples of the Immortal Life Sect. We didn’t expect this place to be your resting place. We have disturbed you and ask for your forgiveness.”

But the white-haired old man didn’t even listen to Qin Shou’s words. His eyes were fixed on the small porcelain pot in Ye Ningshuang’s arms.

Trembling, he reached out his hand and lifted the lid.

Immediately.

A fragrant aroma wafted out.

The white-haired old man took a deep breath, feeling light and unburdened, as if he were ascending to the heavens.

“Yes, this is an extraordinary delicacy!!!”

Looking at the porridge in the small porcelain pot, he became ecstatic and couldn’t help but burst into tears.

“I never thought I’d see this kind of extraordinary delicacy in my lifetime. The god is so good to me!!!”

Crying and laughing, he couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter, like a madman.

Seeing the white-haired old man like this made everyone even more worried.

Is this guy crazy?

How could he go mad over a pot of porridge?

Ye Ning Shuang took a deep breath and spoke, seeming to want to bring the white-haired old man back to normal from his crazy state of crying and laughing.

“Are you okay, senior?”

The white-haired old man stopped laughing and his eyes became sharp as he spoke.

“I’m fine, very fine!”

“Girl, where did you get this exquisite dish?” he asked.

Ye Ning Shuang was puzzled.

“Isn’t this just normal porridge? What exquisite dish?”

But it tasted really good.

If not for the sudden appearance of the white-haired old man, she would have probably had several bowls already.

Upon hearing Ye Ning Shuang’s words, the white-haired old man sneered.

“Just normal porridge, ha! That’s a waste. Within its fragrance is contained the essence of the great dao. Eating it can help you perceive the dao and break through cultivation bottlenecks.”

“However, your cultivation is too weak and the dao is far beyond your reach. It’s natural not to recognize this exquisite dish.”

The white-haired old man’s words left Ye Ning Shuang and others stunned.

Essence of the great dao?

Suddenly, Qin Shou’s pupils contracted, filled with shock, and even he couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of the white-haired old man.

He remembered what his master had said about the dao being beyond reach, that only those at the peak of the Nine Regions, who had experienced tribulation, could touch even a small amount of the dao.

And his master, Hao Xiong, was only at the Nascent Soul stage, with two major realms separating him from tribulation!

And these cultivators at the tribulation level were all giants of their respective regions, old monsters who had lived for a long time and whose strength was unfathomable!

[Cultivation levels: Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Soul Transformation, Void Refinement, Tribulation, Immortal Movement, Half Immortal. Each level also has nine sub-levels.]

Did this white-haired old man mean that he was one of these old monsters at the tribulation level?

If it’s true, my goodness, it’s hard to imagine how scary this seemingly crazy old man is!

At this point, the white-haired old man said to Ye Ningshuang, “Girl, eating this porridge won’t do you any good for now. It will only be a waste. Since we have the fate to meet here today, I will take it from you. This is a bottle of [Infant Transformation Pill], which will help you when you break through the Nascent Soul stage.”

“This is the [Three Thousand Year Cold Moon Grass], which matches your magical attributes and can be refined into the [Cold Moon Pill], enough to awaken your [Frost Jade Body].”

“I’ll also give you a five-star spirit-grade defense treasure [Heavenly Frost Treasure Robe], and a peerless magical skill [Moon Shadow Finger].”

Then, without waiting for Ye Ningshuang to agree or not, he dumped all these things on her and slapped her dirty palm on her forehead, imprinting the magical skill into her sea of consciousness.

Then the white-haired old man snatched the small porcelain pot and hugged it to himself.

He grinned with satisfaction, revealing yellow teeth.

“Girl, let me ask you, who gave you this rare delicacy?” Ye Ningshuang was a bit stunned. The divine power was overflowing in her sea of consciousness, and her soul instinctively absorbed and learned it, and she didn’t react until she wanted to answer. But she saw the white-haired old man shaking his head.

“I was thinking too much. Your cultivation is so low, how could you know such a high-level person? Presumably, it was obtained by chance. Now that it has fallen into my hands, everything is predestined.”

The white-haired old man chuckled and didn’t ask any further.

“Girl, you and I will meet again by fate.”

After speaking, he picked up the small porcelain pot and soared into the sky, stirring up a strong wind and disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Leaving Ye Ningshuang and the others in the wind.