C10 Master 2

When Zhuo Hua arrived outside Nan Chen's bedroom, Nan Chen was eating.

He knocked on Nan Chen's door and Nan Chen opened it.

"Master," he said and moved aside.

"Yes," Zhuo Hua said as he entered Nan Chen's room. He saw the dishes on the table.

Although cultivators could avoid eating when they reached the Nascent Soul stage, they didn't need to eat. Zhuo Hua was a modern man after all. He hadn't paid attention to many things in the past two months, but now that he saw the food, he felt empty and uncomfortable.

Not to mention in modern times. Because of his body, every day's food was fixed. He could only eat meat once a month, and most of it even vomited out after eating it. The nutrition of the body was mainly maintained by injections of nutrition.

Now that he had a healthy body, he could eat anything he wanted. Zhuo Hua felt that this was the happiest thing to do when he passed through.

Nan Chen saw Zhuo Hua staring at the food on the table as soon as he entered. His eyes were still shining. Nan Chen could not help but call Zhuo Hua, "Master?"

"Huh? Zhuo Hua came back to his senses. He found himself staring at the food on the table. He felt awkward.

"Cough!" Zhuo Hua coughed. "It's okay. I am thinking about something. Come, let me see your results in this month."

"Yes, Master." Nan Chen started to circulate the spiritual energy.

"Ninth level of Qi Refinement?" Zhuo Hua asked in surprise.

"Yes." Nan Chen replied.

How was that possible? He had gone from the second level to the ninth level in a month. He had gone up seven levels in a row. Even though he was called the number one genius in the past hundred years, he had only gone up three levels in a month.

Moreover, this section had never appeared in the book "Demon Become." Could it be the butterfly effect that he had passed through?

"Let me take a closer look." Zhuo Hua was afraid that Nan Chen might have practiced some kind of forbidden skill, or that he might not be able to build a good foundation.

If that was really the case, Nan Chen would not be able to avoid having a fork in his cultivation in the future.

Nan Chen stretched out his hand.

Zhuo Hua put his hand on Nan Chen's wrist and checked his cultivation condition.

There were no signs of any forbidden technique, and his foundation was very good.

Could it be that his cultivation speed was fast because of his pure Yang physique?

Zhuo Hua let go of Nan Chen's hand, looking like he was deep in thought.

When Nan Chen saw Zhuo Hua like this, although he knew why Zhuo Hua looked surprised, he still pretended to be ignorant and asked, "Master, what's wrong? Is there a problem?"

Zhuo Hua patted Nan Chen's head. "Nothing," he said. "You're fine."

"Is that true, Master? Nan Chen said happily.

He wanted to break the hand on his head.

"Yes." Zhuo Hua stood up. "I want to go to Qingyang Zi's place. Cultivate well."

"Take care, Master."

"By the way," Qingyang Zi said. Zhuo Hua walked to the door as if he remembered something. "Tell the disciples who are delivering the food to bring more food from tomorrow onwards."

"Yes, Master."

Nan Chen could not help but guess what Zhuo Hua meant by asking Zhuo Hua to bring more food. Zhuo Hua wanted to eat with him?

Didn't he already abstain from eating? In an instant, Nan Chen understood Zhuo Hua's reaction to the food on the table. The light in his eyes was like a person who hadn't eaten for hundreds of years suddenly seeing food. If it wasn't for the fact that Zhuo Hua's eyes had shrunk a lot and that deceptive face, ordinary people wouldn't be able to see it.

His master was quite cute.

"F * ck his cuteness!" Nan Chen cursed in his heart.