Chapter 13: Master Has Good Skills

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Sovereign Yu Yan, as the person who was titled number one in the cultivation world, it had been many thousands of years since he last suffered injuries, to be precise, it had been many thousands of years since someone ever dared to act against him. People who dared to act against him, had either been turned into bones, or had already ascended. However, he was smacked once again just yesterday morning. And this person who dared to act against him, was the precious disciple he had waited for ten thousand years. With a ‘pa’ sound, a strong and solid slap landed on his left cheek. His face was fine, but his disciple’s hand reddened.

Yu Yan completely could not understand. He simply wanted to look at his idiot disciple’s wound, why did she have such a large reaction? Not only did she not allow him to look, she even acted against him? Truth to be told, he was a little frightened by his disciple’s piercing scream. Thus, he had no choice but to take the next best option, leaving behind a few medicine that could stop her bleeding.

He had to think clearly, just what was wrong with his disciple? Although he had always known that his disciple was not very bright, this was still the first time she had such a violent reaction. And the word she clearly shouted, “****”, was that referring to him?

Ever since he was young, he had lived in the Jade Forest Peak, the number of people he had contact with was very limited. Although he had often gone for training in the outside world when he was young, it had been a long time since then, and most of time was spent staying in the Jade Forest Peak, waiting for a lightning spirit vein disciple to appear. So, the things he knew about the outside world were rather limited. Just what was the meaning of “****”? His master had never taught that to him before!

So as to protect his prestige as her master, and to clearly understand the reason for his disciple’s odd behaviour, the Sovereign Yu Yan who had holed himself up for more than ten thousand years had decided to make a visit to the mortal realm.

With the spirit to learn, he underwent a field investigation. (Of course, he used the Invisibility Art) After spending an entire day flying around the world, he finally understood that his disciple was actually not injured, but was a natural phenomenon that only occurred to women. The mortal realm termed it “period”.

Yu Yan heaved a sigh of relief, he was finally able to settle down. It’s good that she’s not injured. However, a new problem surfaced again. Why did his disciple not allow him to look? Since it was a natural phenomenon, why did she have to hide it? Was it because she was afraid of being scolded? But he had never scolded her a single word before. No matter how hard he thought, Yu Yan was unable to understand his disciple’s thoughts. In the end, he could only deem it as, his disciple was really an idiot. (  –  –  )

After he had understood a few precautions, Yu Yan left the mortal realm, and returned with extreme haste. The moment he entered the room, when he smelled the stifling dense smell of blood, Yu Yan frowned even deeper. He simply cast a wind-type mystic art, and the smell of the blood lightened.

And that idiotic disciple of his, had already fainted on the bed which was completely stained with blood. Yu Yan closed in, and used the Dirt Removal Art to remove the bloodstains on her body and the bed. Then, he raised her up from the bed, and fed her with a bottle of Blood-Raising Essence Building potion. Seeing that her twisted brows had loosened a little, he was finally relieved. He placed her nicely on the bed, and then, covered her with her blanket.

Looking at her, he was still not able to settle down. He took out the Millennium Ice Silk from the storage pouch he kept with him, transformed it into a blanket, and covered it nicely over his disciple. After confirming that she would not catch a cold, he waved his hand, lighting up the candle-lights. Then, he silently took out another white fabric that was glowing with a faint light, and a pair of scissors.

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