Chapter 288 Are you worthy of your master?
What is Lou Qinghan?
Yan Ning racked her brains for a long time but couldn't come up with any possible next steps, so she simply stopped considering it.
The sky in the Demon Realm is always gloomy. Even in broad daylight, it is rare to see the bright sunlight that is found in the cultivation realm.
Yan Ning called Feng Su over.
"Nephew, please have a seat."
Judging by his age, my nephew is already an adult.
Even though he is small and weak now, she really can't treat him like a five-year-old child.
Feng Su would only unconsciously reveal his soft belly when facing Yu Yan.
When Yan Ning called him over, the boy's face became serious.
Yan Ning's gaze lightly swept over the scar on Feng Su's face.
Yan Yan once told her that once her junior disciple achieved Nascent Soul, she would help him heal his scars.
It seems things have gone beyond her expectations.
“Nephew, what I said yesterday was no joke. You really do need to cultivate a demonic cultivation technique to fully form your Nascent Soul.”
Feng Su listened attentively, and when the other party talked about cultivation techniques, his eyes lit up.
Yan Ning keenly noticed it, and she smiled.
"I believe my junior brother is a smart person. I'm just letting you cultivate with me, not making you my disciple. Why are you so resistant?"
"Or is it that my junior disciple simply wants to remain dependent on your master like a three-year-old child?"
Yan Ning narrowed her eyes slightly.
"I didn't." Feng Su clenched his fists unconsciously.
He's not like a three-year-old baby, what nonsense is she talking about!
Little did he know, his immediate rebuttal resembled that of a big cat whose tail had been stepped on.
Yan Ning's eyes darkened slightly.
My junior apprentice is still too young; he doesn't even know how to hide his emotions.
Yu Yan's idea was actually correct; Feng Su's originally mature and reserved nature was somewhat influenced by this body.
"Did Uncle Yan send me here just to say these things?"
Knowing he was losing control of his emotions, Feng Su suppressed his feelings and asked in a low voice.
Yan Ning nodded, "That's right."
"There's nothing to talk about. I'm my master's disciple, and I won't cultivate with you."
"Do you think you're worthy of your master with your current cultivation level?"
Seeing Feng Su stand up and walk out of the hall, Yan Ning slowly leaned back in her chair.
The woman's words were like sharp thorns, aimed at stabbing into Feng Su's heart.
Feng Su turned around, her phoenix eyes surging with turbulent waves.
Tsk, so easily provoked.
Unqualified.
Yan Ning felt as if there was a line in her heart, and she watched helplessly as Feng Su's rating in her heart drifted further and further away from that line.
She was somewhat disappointed.
Yan Ning grew up in the Demon Realm and had experienced far more complex worldly affairs than Yu Yan, a proud young lady who grew up in a sect.
Yesterday, she only made a slight guess that Feng Su might have feelings for Yan Yan that went beyond those of a master and disciple.
After all, it would be strange if he could remain indifferent to such a stunningly beautiful and talented woman who raised him from childhood.
Sigh, Yan Ning admitted that she did not have concrete evidence.
Moreover, this idea was partly influenced by the Hehuan Sect from the neighboring mountain.
Today was just a slight probe, but I didn't expect someone to confess without being asked.
Yan Ning crossed her legs and rested her right hand on her knee.
Her gaze lingered on Feng Su, as if she saw through everything.
Feng Su's back stiffened, and after a long standoff, he finally gave in.
"Uncle-Master, could you... not tell Master?"
His tone was tinged with sadness.
How could he not know what Yan Ning was saying?
He didn't intend to reveal those thoughts now.
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