Disciple Died Yet Again (1-199)

Chapter 38: Regarding the Bringing Up of a Disciple

"You live in the Jade Forest Mountain?" Wang Xuzhi was startled, but a moment later, he calmed down again. "I heard from master that, ancestral-martial uncle has recently taken in a disciple. So... It's true."

Earlier, Wang Xuzhi was still in a happy mood, but he suddenly became solemn. His furrowed eyebrows were filled with unimaginable amount of melancholy, and his voice seemed to be suppressed by something as well. "So you're his new disciple, heh... Do you know? I know your senior-martial sister. We were very close... so very close!"

And he seemed to be talking sentimental tosh, as his voice became softer with every word. Zhu Yao suddenly felt her heart was becoming heavier as well.

"But..." He took in a deep breath, as though he was trying to suppress something within him. "Everyone had forgotten about her. Even your master has... Haha. Back then, when he was unable to save her, he destroyed the entire Silent Melancholy Forest with a single breath. But, so what? It's only but a hundred years, and he took in another disciple, even he had forgotten his previous disciple."

The hand Wang Xuzhi was using to carry her became tighter, as though he was holding in his anger with all his strength. Only when Zhu Yao felt a little pain from his strangling and she started to struggle worriedly, did he finally regain his senses, and slackened his strength. He then turned to smile at her. "It doesn't matter. Even if the entire world has forgotten about her, I will still remember her, and will forever remember her."

He took in a few deep breaths, before he stood up and began to walk towards the mountain peak. "Little bun, I will send you back."

Zhu Yao did not make any sound, and simply stared at the little wimp who had grown up in front of her. The image of his mournful and saddened smile, which even carried a little amount of despair, surfaced in front of her. She really had never expected that, her death would deal such a big blow to him. Until now, she had thought that her resurrection was just something that happened in a blink of an eye, but hearing his words earlier, she was actually dead for a hundred years.

And even though it's been a hundred years, he still brood about her death?

She really wanted to tell him that she did not die, and had resurrected. But she was basically unable to say anything, and finally, she could only spread out her small hands, using her small, small body, she tightly hugged onto his neck.

Little wimp, I'm back.

"Was someone here?" The moment Yu Yan returned, he felt the presence of a live being. After passing the warm bottle of spiritual beast milk in his hands to the little dumpling who was sitting upright on the bed, he waved his hands to cast a Mystic Art used for inspection. After realizing who it was, his brows furrowed deeply. It's that stinky brat again. It was not enough for him to abduct one of his disciples, now he's even thinking of abducting a second one.

Yu Yan carried up the little dumpling on the bed, and warned with a stern expression. "In the future, do not casually make contact with people that do not concern you." To prevent his disciple from learning bad things again.

Zhu Yao's response was, carrying the milk bottle in her hands, she planted it onto his face. No one can say bad things about my family's little wimp, not even my master.

She was a child. She's that stubborn.

A certain master: "......"

Zhu Yao had spent an entire four months living the lifestyle of a pig, and finally had the small sign of heading towards the development of a regular work-rest cycle. Because of Reverend Hong Chou's one visit, she had expressed that Zhu Yao no longer needed to rely on milk, and she had grown out a pair of teeth as well. Hence, master had begun to feed her with only porridge. She had also begun to speak a few complete words, but she was still unable to say a complete sentence.