Chapter 778: Obedient disciple comes into the embrace 12

Jin Chen's speaking voice suddenly stopped, staring at the little bun for several seconds.

The few seconds of silence almost scared to death the disciples inside the hall; the gaze originally fixed on Fei Mian also hastily withdrew.

Qiu Shi reached out and patted Fei Mian beside him, trying to wake him up.

"Junior martial uncle, don't sleep!"

Fei Mian, dazed, smelled the meat filling aroma of the bun in Qiu Shi's hand and instinctively clung to it without letting go.

"Bun..."

Qiu Shi quickly came to his senses, trying to pull his hand back, but Fei Mian ended up holding on even tighter.

"Bun, don't run!"

He's talking in his sleep.

Jin Chen: "..."

The Immortal Master also didn't know what to do.

If it were his lesson, he would usually already have been punished.

Fei Mian is a disciple of the Lingxu Elder; logically he and Jin Chen are peers, so no one dares to say more.

"Elder, this..."

The Immortal Master looked at Jin Chen, seeking a solution, but hoping not to delay the other disciples.

"First, practice seated meditation and circulate Qi as I just taught."

Jin Chen rose, flicked his sleeve, looked at the Immortal Master, who nodded in understanding.

Then he walked down from the platform.

Walking to the side of the table, he glanced lightly at Qiu Shi, whose hand was being held, pinched Fei Mian's face and softly said, "Fei Mian, let go."

"Mm..."

Fei Mian heard the Master's voice, dazedly released the bun he was hugging, his hands already reaching up, about to climb onto the Master.

"Master... sleepy."

Having found a comfortable position, he buried his face in the shoulder and closed his eyes to sleep; the familiar scent made Fei Mian very relaxed.

Skillfully holding the person, Jin Chen thought he shouldn't have brought this little brat down.

Holding the person, he left the lecture hall, casually found a room and let him sleep.

Who would have thought that as soon as he was placed on the bed, Fei Mian woke up.

"Master?"

Fei Mian rubbed his eyes, gazed blearily around, hurriedly sat up, somewhat surprised.

"Where is this?"

"... the resting room, not sleepy anymore?"

"Sleepy." Fei Mian honestly nodded.

"But this place is so unfamiliar; sleeping here is uncomfortable."

He rubbed the Master's palm, softening his voice to ask, "Master, when will the lecture end?"

"There's still half an hour."

Jin Chen found it rather amusing, pinching his face, and said irritably, "As a teacher giving a lecture, does it really have to be so soporific?"

"It's because what you're saying is all stuff I learned last week, so it's easy to get sleepy."

Fei Mian made up an excuse for himself, fearing Jin Chen wouldn't believe him, so he nodded again to strengthen credibility.

"Then you go practice on your own."

"Okay, okay, Master, please come back soon."

Fei Mian agreed to this proposal.

Actually falling asleep in class—if word got out, it would be a laughingstock.

Watching the Master's departing back, Fei Mian cupped his face in his hands and sighed, feeling that his image hadn't even begun to be established before it already failed.

From now on, if anyone mentions the Lingxu Elder's personally transmitted disciple, they'll probably only gossip about his dozing off.

Then he truly is a major blemish in the Master's perfect life.

On the other side.

Jin Chen's lecture was also rather boring.

Without the cute little disciple to watch, the disciples below the lectern all looked like white radishes in his eyes.

Today's lesson almost matched the amount of speech he'd made in the past few hundred years.

Really presumptuous.

【Why don't you just have the Sect Leader return the Pagoda-Opening Sword to you, Host? He doesn't dare provoke you, so why must you agree to give the lecture?】

0731 obviously didn't understand.

【He doesn't dare provoke you, but that doesn't mean he hasn't thought about it.】

Jin Chen lowered his gaze, his eyes icy.

In the original plot, as the sect's stabilizing teacher, the original incarnation never appeared on the battlefield, even though the villains had already harmed nearly half of the Xuanzong Sect's disciples.

During seclusion, his divine sense covered thousands of miles; being unaware was absolutely impossible.

That leaves only one possibility.

At that time, the original incarnation could no longer fight.

Whether dead, injured, or imprisoned, it's unknown.

But it's certainly related to Sect Leader Luorongchang.

And at this point, the only thing Sect Leader Luorongchang could use against him is whatever is inside the Demon Pagoda; how could he possibly give it back easily?

Not putting on an act— isn't that just directly telling Luorongchang that I already know exactly what you want to do?

【Originally like that.】

0731 seems to understand but not really.

When the class finally ended and the bell rang, Jin Chen stood up before the other disciples.

"What was taught today must be memorized thoroughly and practiced diligently."

"The disciples accept the order."

The seated disciples all rose and bowed, watching the Spirit Sequence Elder leave the hall.

The teachings today were, for them, nothing short of enlightening.

Indeed worthy of being the Spirit Sequence Elder!

——

Jin Chen saw Fei Mian behind the training pavilion.

The little brat clung to a sword, sitting there afraid to move, warily looking around as if afraid someone would snatch it.

This sword…

Jin Chen's brow twitched slightly, a flash of sarcasm crossing his eyes.

Luorongchang is quite adept at outwardly complying while secretly opposing.

"Mianbao."

Fei Mian instantly became alert, joyfully lifting his eyes, "Master!"

He recalled the Sect Leader's instructions, raising with both hands the sword he held in his arms, his youthful voice full of excitement.

"The Sect Leader just said to keep it safe, then hand it over to the Master intact!"

"Great."

Jin Chen took the sword, with one hand lifted Fei Mian up, and asked, "What else did the Sect Leader say?"

Fei Mian counted on his fingers, "The Sect Leader told me to tell the Master that the Opening Tower Sword has never been damaged; it's just that there are many affairs in the sect, and he forgot to return it in time."

"He also mentioned something about a Demon Tower… what was it called again…"

Fei Mian let out an "ah-oh."

It's over, I forgot.

He blinked his eyes, looking innocently at the Master.

"I don't remember the rest."

Really, at that time the Sect Leader seemed to be busy with something, speaking quickly and urgently; he felt dazed, and being able to remember the earlier part was already good.

"It's fine, not important."

Jin Chen dispelled the coldness in his eyes, and when facing Fei Mian his tenderness returned.

This sword is fine; it's just that the Sword Pattern Seal has been altered, so the monsters of the Demon Monster Tower may not necessarily still be subdued.

Quite a show.

"Are we going back now?"

Fei Mian nestled in the Master's arms, yawned again, and vowed never to stay up so late again.

"Go back."

Jin Chen responded.

"Master... when I go back, I will definitely train diligently."

Fei Mian was already getting drowsy, but he still remembered that he needed to establish his image and restore the Master's reputation.

He murmured softly, "I won't let the Master lose face..."

He was spouting nonsense again.

Jin Chen rubbed his head and laughed helplessly.

But what surprised him was that, the next day after returning to Misty Cloud Peak, Fei Mian got up early as he had said yesterday, and his training became ever more diligent.

Thinking he was unwilling to lose to Xie Xi, Jin Chen also practiced with him, offering useful advice.

Three months passed quickly, and before they knew it, the day of the formal sect competition arrived.

After so much practice, the new disciples needed to be ranked in this minor trial.

Only those who ranked highly could participate in the mountain‑descending training.