noveldepot Chapter 1190 - 1092: Nuwa’s Inheritor
Chapter 1190 - 1092: Nuwa’s Inheritor
"Who?"
Yang Tian stood up and looked around, soon seeing a woman walking gracefully towards him.
The woman was dressed in a tight-fitting black outfit.
She had an exquisite face, her jet-black hair coiled in an elegant knot, revealing her fair forehead, with a few strands swaying in the wind, adding a touch of charm. Her eyes were bright, her long eyelashes and deep gaze resembled the stars.
Her nose was prominent, unlike the people from the Gemelo continent, resembling someone of mixed heritage.
Her delicate nose and bright red teeth were striking.
The woman was quite beautiful, and there were no characters embroidered on her clothes, but she was accompanied by a man and a woman.
These two had the character "Core" embroidered on their chests.
Seeing this, the surrounding disciples stood up one after another: "Elder Ling!"
The woman ignored them and headed straight to Yang Tian, asking with interest, "Are you really the favored one of the Drunkard?"
"Well..." Yang Tian hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "Yes, I served the Drunkard last night. He was very satisfied with me and made me his favored one, to serve him every night from now on."
"Very good."
The woman waved her hand.
The two core disciples behind her coldly approached Chen Lezhong.
"Elder Ling, it’s my fault!"
Chen Lezhong’s face changed, and he knelt down with a slap.
But he was still lifted like a small chicken by the two core disciples and thrown heavily in front of Yang Tian.
"Tell me, how do you want to punish him?"
The woman inquired.
Yang Tian looked at Chen Lezhong, seeing his terrified face.
"Yang Tian, I’m good brothers with your supervisor. Please say a good word for me..."
Chen Lezhong knelt on the ground, pleading incessantly.
Yang Tian felt disgust, but on the surface, he still said to the woman, "Elder Ling, Supervisor Chen was just joking, you needn’t take it seriously."
"Joking? The Drunkard is the Palace Master’s senior, they are as close as brothers, facing life and death together. Due to a mistake in cultivation, the Palace Master had to abolish his power, but the Drunkard still belongs to our Yihua Palace!"
The woman said blandly, then waved her hand.
The two core disciples exchanged a glance.
Following a flash of light, a piercing scream akin to a pig being slaughtered came from Chen Lezhong.
His entire arm was severed, blood gushing out.
"Are you called Yang Tian?" The woman didn’t even look at Chen Lezhong but spoke seriously to Yang Tian, "Take good care of the Drunkard."
"Yes!"
Yang Tian replied hastily.
The woman left with the two core disciples, and it was only then that Yang Tian realized his back was soaked with sweat. The immense pressure from the woman weighed down on him, almost suffocating him.
Only when the woman left the cafeteria did Yang Tian stand up and walk out.
Chen Lezhong’s subordinates quickly helped him for emergency treatment.
It was uncertain if his severed arm could be reattached.
Yang Tian shook his head.
After such an ordeal, he no longer felt like cultivating in the dormitory. In the afternoon, he headed to the hotel.
Perhaps the incident with Chen Lezhong had already spread. When Yang Tian entered the hotel, all the waiters and attendants fixated on him with a hint of envy.
"Yang Tian, why are you here?"
Huang Sheng’s excited voice rang out.
Yang Tian looked back and saw Huang Sheng’s smiling face.
His brow furrowed, wondering why Huang Sheng’s smile was so bright.
"We all heard what happened in the cafeteria. We didn’t expect you to gain Elder Ling’s favor. If you work hard, you’ll surely prosper in Yihua Palace!"
Huang Sheng exclaimed excitedly.
"It’s all thanks to your guidance, Supervisor Huang."
Yang Tian replied immediately.
"From now on, I’ll call you Supervisor Yang. If you have any instructions, just let me know. I’m willing to serve you!"
Huang Sheng was a smart individual.
He knew Yang Tian not only gained the Drunkard’s favor but also Elder Ling’s, so his attitude towards Yang Tian completely changed.
Here, strength is everything.
If you are strong, others will follow you as a leader.
If you are weak, others will treat you with contempt.
"Well... Supervisor Huang, aren’t you exaggerating?"
Yang Tian frowned.
He was weighing the pros and cons.
Becoming Huang Sheng’s superior might seem like a promotion, but it offered no benefit to Yang Tian.
After all, he came here to cultivate.
Standing out too much could get him killed.
Yihua Palace was full of experts, and he couldn’t afford to be conspicuous here.
With this thought, he intended to decline Huang Sheng’s offer, but just then, a shout came from the hotel: "Yang Tian, get in here!"
It was the Drunkard!
The voice belonged to the Drunkard, transmitted through Divine Sense.
"Supervisor Huang, let’s discuss this later."
Yang Tian said, then headed towards the private chamber.
It was still room 1088. Yang Tian pushed open the door and saw the Drunkard sitting there solemnly. He coldly said, "Close the door!"
"Yes!"
Yang Tian quickly shut the door.
He felt a Divine Breath envelop the room, ensuring those outside couldn’t hear anything happening inside.
Before Yang Tian could speak, a Divine Breath pressed onto his shoulders, making him kneel: "Master..."
"Yang Tian, did you meet a woman named Elder Ling today?"
The Drunkard shouted harshly.
"Yes..."
Yang Tian dared not delay and quickly recounted the day’s events.
After Yang Tian’s account, the Drunkard’s expression grew incredibly grave, a mix of emotions flashing in his eyes. Finally, he sighed: "Yang Tian, stand up. It’s not your fault. Elder Ling was once my beloved disciple. After Hua Tiandu abolished my powers, most of my disciples either died or turned traitor, but Ling Jiao alone remained loyal, constantly seeking a way to obtain the Divine Returning Pill to restore my powers. Unfortunately, it’s too late, and this era is no longer mine..."
After speaking, the Drunkard sighed deeply.
Yang Tian stayed kneeling, silent.
"Yang Tian, you must deliberately avoid her. When the time is right, I’ll allow her to assist you. But now, you must be low-key, not alert the enemy. Hua Tiandu is cunning and ruthless, and I’m worried both you and Ling Jiao could be in danger!"
The Drunkard said gravely.
"Yes! I know what to do, Master."
Yang Tian replied quickly.
The Drunkard nodded, straightening up and said with authority, "Today, I will teach you the true Nuwa Divine Technique. You already have the Divine Breath within you but don’t know how to use it. I will make you a true inheritor of Nuwa!"