Hypocrite cold master x adorable little apprentice 6

n bring herself to think about it. Just the thought sent a shiver down her spine.Qin Yi's voice was slightly hoarse as he lazily said, "Rest assured, they won't be back until eight or nine o'clock."Th...That demon cultivator would surely not tolerate such a provocation. With demonic energy swirling in his hand, it was clear he had mastered insidious arts.

Caimeng was not flustered or hurried, he just drew out the sword he had used before. His expression was arrogant and cold, as if he was sure of victory.

Ning Shu took a step back, feeling a little annoyed. At the same time, she was very wary in her heart, thinking of teaming up with Cang Ming to deal with this demon cultivator.

The boy, though just a youth, saw through his thoughts at once and said, “You stay put and don't cause me any trouble.”

Ning Shu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but the other party was telling the truth. His cultivation level was still inferior to Zhou Wu Chang's. He had only practiced for two short months and hadn't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet.

When Cang Ming went up with his sword, the demon cultivator's face grew increasingly ugly. In his eyes looking at the young man, a hint of apprehension flashed.

He couldn't even see through this young man's cultivation!

The demonic cultivator let out a cold snort, no longer concealing himself. His aura immediately shifted, revealing a golden core cultivation! Even Zhou Wu Chang outside sensed something was amiss and forcefully barged in.

The demonic cultivator glanced at them with a sinister smile: "Another one Well then, you'll all serve as my nourishment!"

Zhou Wuchang's face turned pale. Even if he was ignorant, he knew that this demon cultivator was not someone they could handle. He regretted it in his heart, but it was too late now. He could only grit his teeth and go forward.

Cang Ming's light eyes looked at the demonic cultivator, seemingly unafraid.

"He just said with a look of arrogance, 'Just a mere golden core.'"

Then the demonic cultivator heard this, black energy swirling around him even thicker: "What bold words!"

Zhou Wu Chang truly wanted to beg him to shut up. If they were to die here today, wouldn't the God Venerable rip his soul apart and whip it

Ning Shu naturally knew what the Golden Core stage was. He widened his eyes slightly, also understanding the gravity of the situation. A Golden Core cultivator was enough to make cultivators change color in fear.

His expression grew increasingly somber, and he couldn't help but purse his lips.

Ning Shu tried to calm himself. Although his cultivation was low, there were all sorts of books on Tianqi Peak. Shen Wuzun didn't interfere with him entering the library, so he would read some books in his free time.

For example, an array.

Ning Shu once remembered an array formation that could be used to escape danger with a spell. As he pondered how the formation was drawn, he was unaware that a demon cultivator had already set his sights on him.

That demon cultivator did not look down on Zhou Wu Chang, but the handsome and cold young man was who he feared.

That youth's gaze sent a chill down the demon cultivator's spine. He could even sense the other party's cultivation, which was no weaker than his own. The more the demon cultivator thought about it, the more frightened he became. If this continued...

He couldn't be sure if the person wasn't someone else's, so he turned his attention to Ning Shu.

The demon cultivator found that this kid was the weakest, so why not use him as a bargaining chip

Then he ducked and lunged toward Ning Shu.

Ning Shu was pondering the second step of the formation, her lips pursed in thought, when suddenly she felt a sense of danger. She looked up and saw the demonic cultivator's claws hurtling towards her. She froze, her heart pounding with fear.

It was just a figure, but it stood before him.

Cang Ming's chest was struck by the demon cultivator's palm. The young man covered it and drew his sword, charging toward the demon cultivator. He thrust a sword at him.

The demon cultivator was startled, and the next moment, his lips turned white as he climbed out the window.

Zhou was undecided whether or not to follow.

Zhou Wu Chang's face wasn't looking good. "When we get back to the sect, we absolutely have to report this. Who knows how many people this demon cultivator has harmed."

Cang Ming remained silent, his wound oozing black gas. Even his snow-white face had taken on a pale hue.

Ning Shu hadn't expected the young man to come over and block the palm strike for him.

He felt a mixture of emotions at the moment, nervously saying: "....is this wound poisoned"

Cang Ming nodded, glancing at the concern and guilt on Ning Shu's face. He wanted to say it was nothing, but then changed his words: "I'll be fine once I slowly force out the demonic energy in my body."

Ning Shu didn't speak the whole way, only because he was truly worried about Cang Ming's wound and kept glancing at it from time to time.

But at that time, on another hilltop.

After taking the sword strike, that demonic cultivator originally intended to focus his energy on quickly healing his wounds. However, a strand of black blood flowed from his lips, and in the next moment, he felt something rapidly draining away within his body.

The demonic cultivator's eyes widened in astonishment!

Several hours later, his golden elixir had shattered. A young man dressed in an evil manner walked out, shook his head and said: "He's actually dead. Besides Si Kong Hengyu, who else could have the ability to shatter this golden elixir with a single sword..."

.....

After Cang Ming took off his clothes, Ning Shu realized how serious his injuries were. The palm strike looked like it was pressed into his flesh, leaving a black mark.

He couldn't help but purse his lips.

After all, it was still my own cultivation that was too low. Otherwise, I wouldn't have dragged others down with me.

Ning Shu didn't know what she could do, so she took out all the pills the Divine Lord had given her, looking a little helpless and saying, "I don't even know which ones might be useful..."

Cang Ming glanced at the pill, but suddenly said, "He's actually willing to..."

Only countless pills could be seen inside the storage pouch. Each type of pill would be fought over by other cultivators. Not to mention this, even the sect elders wouldn't have this kind of treatment.

If they knew that these pills were just casually thrown to his disciple by Si Kong Hengyu, they would probably be envious to death.

Ning Shu didn't understand what the young man was saying, he just said: "If Master was here, it would be great."

"His face suddenly turned cold for some unknown reason: 'What if he were here' "

Ning Shu didn't know why the other party's attitude had suddenly changed, and couldn't help but purse her lips: "My cultivation is low, if Master was here, he could help you heal."

But Cang Ming simply raised his robe slightly, his expression indifferent as he said, "My cultivation is no worse than his."

Of course, he didn't take it seriously. Si Kong Hengyu was someone of such stature that even demon cultivators would turn pale at the mention of his name. While Cang Ming was merely a beast companion to him, how could they be compared

But Ning Shu didn't mean to argue with the other party, after all, this person had just saved him.

From now on, Ning Shu would no longer focus solely on cultivation. After all, Cang Ming's wounds were sustained because he saved him, and he couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

As they went back and forth, the atmosphere between them became strangely different.

> Just, Ning Shu felt strange. Although the young man's wound had been cleared of demonic energy, it still showed no signs of healing. He had already sent over all sorts of pills.

But he didn't think much of it, only assuming that the magic cultivator was highly skilled.

Cang Ming looked at the person in front of him, only feeling that his face became more and more pleasing to the eye. Ning Shu had undergone a huge change in spirit after his cultivation. He was already handsome, with fair skin and delicate features.

Now he looks even more gentle and delicate, his cheeks still retain a hint of youthfulness, with a touch of baby fat.

Ning Shu noticed the other person had touched his face, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused. He looked over, not understanding why Cang Ming would suddenly do this.

Cang Ming didn't stop, just saying: "Didn't you buy something that day Why haven't I seen you wearing it"

Ning Shu didn't know what he was talking about, and couldn't help but become even more confused.

"But Cang Ming continued, "Didn't you buy Jian Sui Since you don't need it, give it to me."

Ning Shu only then reacted to what the other person was saying. He was slightly taken aback and said, "No."

Cang Ming wasn't annoyed, he just looked at him and then asked, "Why"

Ning Shu pursed her lips and said, “This is for my master. If you want it, wait until I go down the mountain next time, and I'll buy you one.”

But Cang Ming said expressionlessly, "What if I insist"

"Ning Shu: "..." He saw that the young man didn't seem to be joking. He really wanted that sword tassel. He couldn't help but feel very conflicted in his heart. He thought he would wait for Shen Wuzun to come out of seclusion, and then give this gift to the other party. "

But now that Cang Ming has spoken, what will the master do

Ning Shu hesitated for a moment, but still did not relent.

"Cang Ming retorted, "I saved your life, but you won't even give me a sword tassel. This thing is so ordinary, I doubt even Si Kong Hengyu would look at it."

Ning Shu: “.... Then I shall give it to you.”

He thought the boy had a point, his master’s sword was renowned throughout the land. Sending something so ordinary would likely go unused by the other party. Since Cang Ming wanted it, he might as well give it to him. At least the other party had saved his life once.

< Cang Ming took the sword tassel into his hand and held it down, staring at it intently. >

The red plume in his hand set off the whiteness of his skin, making it look even more like frost and snow.

Ning Shu couldn't help but glance again, inexplicably remembering the still-unsealed Shen Wuzun. Calculating carefully, soon, Master should be due to leave seclusion as well.

He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, wondering if his cultivation had actually improved.

For the next few days, Ning Shu did nothing but practice diligently besides visiting Cang Ming. He didn't dare to relax at all, often practicing until the sky was pitch black before stopping.

Time just slips away slowly.

Ning Shu also felt a progress in his cultivation. This day, he was still reciting the incantation taught by Shen Wu Zun, but suddenly he felt something strange.

This unusual sensation has happened before.

Ning Shu seemed to have realized something, and hurried out of the house. He happened to see Si Kong Hengyu leave the customs, his whole body was white as snow, and that face with the appearance of a god and man still had that indifferent and desireless look.

"Master."

The young man stepped forward, looking up at his master.

Si Kong Hengyu's gaze fell on him, a slight nod. But the next second, his aura came closer.

Ning Shu couldn't help but feel a chill.

But I heard Si Kong Hengyu's voice coming from above, his tone icy: "Who did you meet before" knew why he had to eat that bun, and it wasn't because someone else had bitten into it. Although I don't really have a phobia about cleanliness, I don't have the habit of eating things others have al...