Chapter 11: The First Lesson Chichi Su Learned
Chapter 11: The First Lesson Chichi Su Learned
The carriage was elaborately decorated, and the coachman looked sturdy, with clean and swift movements, unlike that of ordinary people.
Chen An led Chichi Su and stepped forward.
He smiled apologetically and explained the situation.
Perhaps it was his sincere attitude, or perhaps Chichi Su was truly cute. The carriage owner was not angry. Instead, he warmly invited the master and disciple pair into the carriage, offering them a ride.
Chen An politely declined.
The coachman relayed his refusal into the carriage. After a moment, a fair, tender hand emerged from the curtain. On it was a handkerchief, and on the handkerchief lay some enticing pastries.
She offered them to Chichi Su.
Then, a gentle female voice rang out.
“Do you want to eat them?”
As soon as the pastries appeared, Chichi Su’s eyes were glued to them.
When she heard the carriage owner ask, she instinctively nodded, then came to her senses, quickly shook her head, and looked at Chen An for help.
Seeing her master nod, she responded crisply, “I want to eat them!”
The woman in the carriage chuckled, deliberately teasing, “Then call me ‘sister’.”
Chichi Su was captivated and didn’t hesitate to blurt out, “Sister, sister, sister!”
The woman in the carriage laughed even more heartily. She moved her hand, signaling the little girl to come forward and take them.
“Little Daoist, your disciple is truly amusing.”
Chen An, called “little Daoist,” did not get annoyed. He smiled, “A child’s heart is beautiful in its innocence.”
Unexpectedly, the woman snorted, “Uncle Wang, let’s go.”
These stinking Daoists, with no real ability, were so good at spouting profound philosophies.
Unfortunately, Miss Ji of Luoyang City was notoriously known for disliking such things.
Chen An stood in place, watching the carriage slowly drive away.
Beside him, Chichi Su was stuffing herself with pastries. She picked up a piece, mumbled, and held it up to Chen An, “Master, you eat one too! It’s yummy!”
Chen An did not refuse and took a bite.
It was soft and sweet but not cloying.
Chichi Su looked down at the dwindling pastries in her hand and then at the receding carriage, a hint of sadness on her face.
“Master, do you think we’ll meet this sister again?”
Chen An glanced at her, “What? You’re still thinking about her?”
After hearing this, Chichi Su’s eyes darted around. “What are you talking about, Master! I’m not that kind of greedy little brat!”
“Then do you want to meet her again in the future?”
Chichi Su licked her fingers. Just as she was about to nod, she felt she shouldn’t appear so pathetic.
So, she turned her head and said with a hint of reluctance, “It’s not impossible…”
“Heh heh.”
Chen An chuckled twice and took her hand again. “Let’s go too.”
“So, Master, can we…”
“If you want to, then of course we can.”
On the official road, the little girl began to skip.
“Hee hee, then I want to eat lots and lots of pastries.”
“Eating too much will make you fat and give you cavities.”
“Then I’ll eat a little less, not lots and lots more, just lots is fine.”
Under the orange-yellow sunset, a large hand held a small hand as they walked unhurriedly.
At the end of the road, a magnificent and imposing city loomed into view.
“Chichi Su, after eating someone’s pastries, you must return the favor.”
“Huh!”
The little girl froze. She fumbled in her pockets; they were empty.
“But Master, I have nothing to give back.”
Years later, Chichi Su would often recall this afternoon.
It was the first lesson her master taught her.
Making a mistake wasn’t terrible; all that mattered was making amends in time.
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…
That evening after school.
Chen An returned to his dormitory.
Most students at Er Zhong were boarders, subject to a closed management system. They left school on Friday afternoons and returned for the first evening study session on Sunday nights, only going home on weekends.
The dormitory was a six-person room. Chen An arrived a bit late; everyone else was already there, with only him missing.
The moment he entered, he attracted the attention of all his roommates.
“Good lad, keeping a low profile, and now you’re a big celebrity at our Er Zhong.”
A boy with thick eyebrows and large eyes rushed over, patted Chen An’s shoulder, and gave him a thumbs-up.
As he spoke, the other roommates chimed in.
“Yeah, who would have thought that Fatty Zi, who’s usually as quiet as a clam, could have such a fierce day!”
“What are you calling him? Still Fatty Zi? You should call him Brother An!”
“Hee hee, Brother An, Brother An.”
They were joking around. Someone quickly noticed Chen An’s bandaged hand and asked with concern, “Brother An, does it hurt? I heard the knife went right through. Just thinking about it makes my legs shake.”
Chen An sat down at his bunk and casually replied, “It doesn’t hurt.”
He had answered this question many times, but he didn’t seem impatient.
His mindset, honed through nine lifetimes, had long shed many emotions expected of ordinary people.
“Hiss! Really? Let me see?”
“Get lost, don’t mess around. Brother An, let me take a look. My family’s ancestral and professional TCM doctor guarantee it’ll work.”
“That’s not right. Weren’t you saying last time that your family deals with veterinary medicine and that you should major in it in college?”
“Veterinary medicine is still medicine!”
Ignoring his eccentric roommates, Chen An went straight to wash up.
The boy with thick eyebrows and large eyes rubbed his chin. “You know, it really doesn’t look like it hurts. He can even fetch water to wash his face himself.”
“Perhaps human constitutions can’t be generalized. When I was a child, I stepped on a nail that pierced my entire foot, and I could still run ten li.”
“Brother Jie, are you serious?”
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…
Late at night.
In a private residence in Qing City.
Thick streams of fresh blood flowed across the floor, emitting a strong smell of blood.
On the sofa lay an entire family of three, neatly arranged.
In the darkness, a figure sitting in meditation slowly opened his eyes.
His face was a sickly pale, and a crimson light flashed through his eyes.
The man stood up, glanced at the corpses on the sofa, and frowned deeply.
“It seems the flesh and blood of ordinary people are no longer enough for my injuries to recover, let alone advance further…”
The man, his face somber, muttered to himself with his head bowed.
“Just a little more, just a little more…”
He was unwilling.
He was so close to Qi Cultivation Level 4, just one step away…
Although the peak of Qi Cultivation Level 3 was enough to walk sideways in most places.
But this was Qing City, Qing City backed by Mount Qingcheng!
It was the old Daoist from Mount Qingcheng who had injured him, forcing him to flee into the city.
Logically speaking, in today’s modern age, he should have been captured by surveillance and other high-tech equipment long ago.
However, relying on an Earth Evasion Technique he stumbled upon, the man could perfectly evade all surveillance methods, escaping promptly after each crime and averting danger.
He felt the violent and frenzied blood energy surging around him, emitting powerful cravings.
They needed flesh and blood, the flesh and blood of cultivators!
No.
Recalling the old Daoist’s sword strike, a deep fear flashed in the man’s eyes.
He definitely couldn’t go to Mount Qingcheng.
Although he had entered the Demonic Path and his methods were extreme, he wasn’t foolish enough to walk into his own death.
However…
The man seemed to have thought of something, and a cruel smile curved his lips.
(End of chapter)
