My female disciples are scary - Chapter 9 I will make my master happy from now on

Sound of rustling leaves gave a unique sense of tranquility to the mountains of Immortal Divinity Sect which was filled with discordant noises just until yesterday.

A day had already passed since the disciple selection trial.

The entrants of the trial remained the same, yet their position totally different.

The ones who were selected were now the disciples of the Immortal Divinity Sect who would walk in the path towards immortality.

On the other hand, the ones who were sent outside of the gates would return to their hometown to live the life of a mortal.

From this short point of converge, these two group of entrants would probably walk in a separate path that may never meet ever again.

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(MC’s POV)

If you think that I have no idea on how to interact with females despite my years of experience.

Then congrats, you are in luck.

Because I really have no idea on how to raise this female disciple of mine.

…….

(Disciple’s POV)

Standing before my immortal cave, I turned to look at the sky whose former blue had turned into a deep shade of yellowish red.

Obviously, I was not here to admire the sky but to meet the person airborne in the middle.

Hovering in the air on his flying sword was a young man who looked in his early twenties.

He had a cool face which some may consider as stoic, white clothing which seemed spotless from external dirt, sharp eyebrows and a well-defined face which one could only describe as handsome.

He was my master.

Seeing his appearance, I subconsciously stepped back to hide my scarred face and lean body.

To tell the truth, I never understood why he chose me as his disciple.

It was obvious that I did not have any talent.

Nor did I have any looks, nor background, nor resources.

I had nothing to offer.

Since I had nothing to give him, I could only make sure to keep my gratitude deep within my heart.

“Take this as a gift from me.”

He said as he threw a small bag which seemed to be weaved with a red silk into my hands.

A bit curious, I loosened the thin fabric binding the upper portion of the bag.

Suddenly, my surrounding was filled with female clothing of various design and colors.

“W-What.”

I was surprised.

As a person who had not encountered much mysticism despite being a former noble (mortal kingdom), the scene was too bizarre for me.

Not noticing my surprise, he said in a low tone.

“You can have all of it.”

Eh.

For me.

I looked at the numerous clothing which seemed to be worn by princesses and daughters of great status, and then looked at myself.

My elbows were as thin as stick.

My torn rags showed my ribs.

My hair was as short as a boy’s.

And although I could not see it, I knew that my face was scarred because I had done so to survive in the slums at the past.

But now, I realized that I was no longer a kid living in the slums.

However, I also had a realization that my face was no longer the one I had when I was living as a noble either.

Thinking so, I laughed bitterly at myself in irony.

Truly, life never goes the way I want it to.

Perhaps, it does not go for others as well.

My thoughts had yet to progress when the stoic person in the flying sword called out to me.

“Don’t forget to take the beauty and body pills as well. I will wait here while you go and change.”

“A disciple of Xin Fan does not need to live in misery.”

Then, I cried.

This time in happiness.

At the same time, I also made a resolution in my heart.

No matter what would happen to me in the future, I would protect my master.

I would forever make him happy.

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(MC’s POV)

As I looked at the sight of my disciple crying, I was once again reminded of the simple fact that I know nothing about woman.

No wonder the book ‘Everything we know about woman’ is a best seller in the Spiritual Plane despite it being virtually blank.

Sighing a little, I looked at the sky to look at the moon blanketed behind the clouds.

It had been more than an hour since my disciple went to change her clothes. Yet, she was still changing.

Finally, after the stars in the sky begun to become visible, she came out of the immortal cave.

She was dressed in red silky clothes with a bit of a pink outline.

Her face no longer had any scars and although it was considerably pale, there were signs that she would be a great beauty in the future.

Overall, you could say that it was worth the wait.

Although, I wonder why I am having a weird sense of déjà vu when I look at her.

Well, now is not the time to think about those stuff.

Stretching my hand to her, I said.

“Keep your palms above mine. I will use my spiritual sense to determine your roots.”

Hearing my words, her body jolted in surprise.

“Spirit root? But I thought that I did not have one.”

It was a pain to explain my theories to her when she would not understand it, so I simply said.

“It does not hurt to check.”

A bit hesitantly, she brought her palms above mine without much hope.

Showing was better than saying any words of comfort, so I simply closed my eyes to inspect her spirit roots.

Spreading my divine senses throughout her body, I sensed contrasting elements as I had expected.

Flame and Ice.

It was a considerably rare combination considering that ice spirit roots were as rare as lightning ones used by Young Che.

But something about these roots was strange.

Inspecting more precisely, I realized that it had strange runes and seemed to be capable of weakening my senses.

Cold sweat begun to form in my back.

As far as I knew, there was only one type of root with these sorts of characteristics.

Primordial Spirit Roots.

As the name suggested, it was a spirit root which existed since the beginning.

Not necessarily the beginning of time, but at the very least it has existed since cultivators started recording history.

Only eight primordial roots exist at a given time corresponding to eight elements. Once the possessor of the root die, the root gets recycled to another person in random plane and location.

Although there are quite a few inheritances, bloodlines, and physiques which can match or even surpass the value of Primordial roots especially in the Heavenly Plane, those are exclusive to people with noble background or great backing.

For people with none of those, unless you have a grandpa in a ring or heaven defying scriptures, primordial spirit roots are the peak of what one can have as a talent.

Moreover, she has not one but two of these primordial roots.

As far as I know, there is only one individual in the entire history of cultivation world with two of them.

Feeling a little shaken, I asked my disciple in a voice as calm as I could possibly make.

“W-What is your name?”

Hearing my question, she bowed a little and answered with a voice filled with a sense of sadness.

“Lily. Just Lily.”

After hearing her words, I almost fell off my flying sword.

Mommy.

Did I just agree to teach one of the future ten young talents of the Heavenly Plane?

Moreover, the one who was originally the disciple of that female Godzilla?

(　;∀;)

Save me.