Chapter 463 - Fatty Begs for Teaching (2/2)

They had to teach him everything there was to learn, but the problem was who was going to be in charge of guiding him? Chef turned down this responsibility as soon as he could. He was already in charge of everybody’s meals, as well as Shen Ying’s afternoon tea, supper, snacks, fruits and pastries. Now that he also had to cook white rice for Fatty, he would be swamped with work. As for Shen Ying… forget it!

Therefore, this glorious task fell on Lonemoon’s shoulders.

In the beginning, Lonemoon had nothing much to say about it. Afterall, given Fatty’s natural attraction of spirit Qi, it would not be a difficult task to help him raise his cultivation levels, much less teach him how to use basic skills and sorcery. Lonemoon thought that teaching Fatty would be more relaxing than teaching any other disciple.

That was up until Fatty fell down from his sword for the 108th time…

Lonemoon: “…”

Shen Ying, “…”

Yi Qing: “…”

Flips table!

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How was it that this man could cheat at his own cultivation and skip four major stages, yet not be able to even stay mounted on a flying sword?

He was really taking full advantage of Lonemoon!

Fatty climbed out of the pit that he had fallen into for the umpteenth time and looked meekly at Lonemoon, whose killing intent was overwhelming. “Mas… Master.”

“Who’s your master!” Lonemoon only agreed to teach Fatty, but he never agreed to taking him in as a disciple. Lonemoon glared at him and sucked in a deep breath. “Come. Explain this to me. How are you able to break the sword into two just by riding it for a short distance?” Did he think spirit swords fell from the sky!

Fatty lowered his head and shrunk back, so that he looked like a fat ostrich. “I’m in the wrong!”

Lonemoon glanced at the thousandth broken spirit sword and felt a sharp pain in his chest.

“Forget it, Father Niu.” Shen Ying could not help but reach out to comfort Lonemoon. “He’s a newbie after all.”

“Even if he is, he shouldn’t be going through spirit swords this quickly.” Was it just a sword breaking? It was more like spirit stones breaking!

“It’s not easy for him to look this way already. Have some empathy.” It’s not right to fat-shame him. “The saying is good: Good-looking people are a dime a dozen, but interesting fatties… weight 200kg! Cherish him!”

Lonemoon: “…”

Hui Ze: “…”

Was Lady Shen helping him? Why did it feel like she was stabbing him in the back?

“It’s noon time already, why not we…” Have lunch first?

“Wastrel, shut up!”

“Oh…”

“Why don’t you let him use this one.” Yi Qing stepped forward and drew a long sword which was emanating immortal Qi. He handed it over to Fatty.

“An immortal weapon?” Lonemoon frowned. “He can’t even ride a spirit sword-”

“Let him try!” Yi Qing said seriously.

Lonemoon paused for a second, then nodded. The strange thing was that Fatty did manage to ride the immortal sword. Although he fell from the sky one or two times, and he was barely hanging on to the immortal sword, he did not break it into two!

On closer inspection, Lonemoon discovered that although Fatty was not used to controlling his own spirit Qi, it was not a big problem. His main problem was his control of sword Qi – it was so terrible that it frustrated Lonemoon to the core!