Chapter 82 - 82 77 Hell Palace 10000-Word Mega-Release

82: Chapter 77: Hell Palace (10,000-Word Mega-Release) 82: Chapter 77: Hell Palace (10,000-Word Mega-Release) The Servant Disciple’s happy smile spread across his face as he stood to the side, waiting to clean up after they had finished eating.

He busied himself making tea and fetching water for them, appearing very diligent and even brewed a fine pot of tea.

“Hmm, not bad…”

The Golden Core Elder held the teacup and took a whiff of the aromatic tea, which was indeed very fragrant.

He glanced at the Servant Disciple again, wondering why he didn’t have such an all-around disciple by his side.

But for now, it was nice to freeload on meals and drinks.

“Master, I didn’t realize you liked tea as well.”

“What kind of question is that?

Am I not human?”

The Golden Core Elder was only proficient in cultivation; he knew nothing of the tedious tasks like cooking and brewing tea.

Don’t say he was a bit of a chauvinist—it was just that he came from a noble family.

When had the scions and patriarchs of noble families ever bothered with such menial tasks?

“Master, I’ve never seen you drink tea or eat, so I thought you didn’t like tea or food.”

Luo Yaxuan said with a laugh, a comment that made the Servant Disciple standing by his side smile.

“What are you talking about?

Did you ever see me eat?

And you have the nerve to call yourself my disciple when you don’t even brew my tea,” said the Golden Core Elder, giving his disciple a sidelong glance as he ate quickly.

“Yes, yes, my fault.

I didn’t brew tea for Master.

From now on, I’ll make tea for Master every day.”

“There’s no need for you to brew tea; focus on your cultivation.

However, have this disciple by your side deliver daily meals and a cup of tea for me.”

The Golden Core Elder, having enjoyed the meal, was already looking forward to the next one.

It had been so appetizing—when had he last eaten his fill like this?

Bigu Pills did give a sense of fullness, but he always felt that consuming too many might affect the body.

“Can you handle it?”

Upon hearing these words, any man, including the Servant Disciple, would say they could—how could they admit otherwise?

The Servant Disciple named Sun Zi’an came from a family of Imperial Chefs.

He was an ordinary person without a Spiritual Root.

He had Spiritual Roots and had joined the Immortal Sect, but he didn’t quite understand the principles of cultivation, so he had been a Servant Disciple for over two years, without returning home.

Currently only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, he still had a long way to improve.

A few days ago, Luo Yaxuan had given him a cultivation book, which had enhanced his cultivation and even advanced his Spells slightly.

“It makes me very happy to cook for Master.

As long as Master is willing to eat my cooking, I will prepare meals for Master every day.”

“Hmm, if I don’t need to eat, I’ll let you know.

Don’t trouble yourself too much—cook two meals a day for me.

You need to practice as well, and you’re doing well, young man.

Since you cook for me, I’ll give you a manual that I wrote on my experiences during the Qi Cultivation Stage.”

After saying this, the Golden Core Elder took out a handwritten Jade Slip from his Storage Bag and handed it to the Servant Disciple.

“Thank you, Master…”

Sun Zi’an knelt down excitedly.

“Oh no, oh no, don’t kneel.

I’m not dead yet.

We don’t need such formalities.”

The Golden Core Elder waved his sleeve, and a stream of Spiritual Energy hit the Servant Disciple, preventing him from kneeling down.

“Master, look how excited he is.

It’s no wonder he’s thrilled; I don’t even have such a handwritten copy.

Master, aren’t you playing favorites here?” Luo Yaxuan teased with a laugh.

“You rascal, haven’t I given you enough Magical Treasures and Secret Manuals?

I’ve already agreed to your requests, so don’t overstep,” scolded the Golden Core Elder as he shooed them away like flies after eating his fill and drinking tea.

After eating his fill at his master’s, Luo Yaxuan took the disciple with him and returned to his cave abode.

He then chose to go out at night since the daytime would be crowded, especially since it would be a rest day from the competition; many people would go out to prepare resources for the next day’s event.

Luo Yaxuan applied a Spell to his face to alter his appearance and changed into the clothes of an Outer Sect Disciple, which he had kept in his Storage Bag.

If not for someone very familiar with him, after his disguise and change of clothes, they might not recognize him.

Discreetly, Luo Yaxuan, under the cover of night, used his Footwork to leave the Immortal Sect.

The gate of the Immortal Sect was guarded, with disciples coming and going day and night, their vigilance aimed at foreign enemies and intruders.

Upon spotting a stranger, they would sound the alarm and activate the Formation to trap the person, preventing them from breaking into the Immortal Sect.

Disguised, Luo Yaxuan went to his family’s shop.

The store was still open at night.

In this guise, the clerks did not recognize him.

“Honorable Immortal Master, may I ask what Pills you have come to purchase?”

“Do you have medicines refined by the Luo Family ancestors here?” Luo Yaxuan asked, using their secret code for meeting, as the shop did not bear the family’s name.

To outsiders, it seemed to be just a humble store run by a small business owner, selling some medicinal Pills and such, but none that were particularly valuable.

For example, Pills for those above Foundation Establishment were not for sale; the shop served merely as a front, selling common medicines, Talismans, and ordinary Magical Treasures.

“Immortal Elder, the Pills you seek are available inside.

Please follow me, where someone will attend to you personally,” said the clerk.

There were two clerks in the shop, and fortunately, there were no customers at that moment.

Still, the clerk remained cautious.

He too was a disciple of the Luo Family and a Shopkeeper, stationed to mind the store.

However, he had only seen the young master a few times, and each time the master’s appearance was different, so he never recognized him.

He admired the master’s skill in altering appearances, but even if he were to learn it, it would be of no use to someone of his low status, with Mixed Spiritual Roots and limited Cultivation.

Working in the shop earned him money and a share of Pills, allowing him to gather resources through his labor.