After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

Sang Yunqi took a quick glance, picked up the small plate of coriander, and poured it all into the bowl of noodles.

Chu Xinglan’s eyes widened. His own master was a fan of coriander?

Sang Yunqi picked up the pepper again and peeled most of it. Soon, the originally thick white soup turned red.

He first picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks, put it into his mouth, tasted it carefully, and then added some vinegar.

Chu Xinglan just watched expressionlessly from the side. He never expected that Sang Yunqi had such a strong taste, which was completely different from his own.

"Can I get you two more cloves of garlic?"

He knew that some people said that noodles without garlic had no soul, but he always declined.

If possible, he hopes there will be no more onions, ginger and garlic in this world!

Sang Yunqi rejected him this time, "Although that thing is delicious, the smell is too strong and does not suit my status."

"???"

Three question marks popped up in Chu Xinglan's head. How can you have such a burden when eating?

Just brush your teeth after eating, and the taste will be gone, right?

Sang Yunqi seemed to have experienced this many times. He said without even raising his head, "What's the point of just brushing your teeth if you've already eaten it?"

"..."

I have to say that Chu Xinglan’s cooking skills are really good. Sang Yunqi hasn’t eaten food that suits his taste for a long time.

The two grown men ate quite fast and soon cleared all the food on the table.

Sang Yunqi took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, "I want to eat something spicy tonight."

Chu Xinglan had already seen through Sang Yunqi's preferences. Hearing what he said, he nodded and decided to have hotpot tonight.

Hotpot would be more delicious with these spiritual vegetables.

In the next few days, Chu Xinglan not only practiced and cooked, but also practiced swordsmanship.

He is now in human form, and although his physical defense is still there, his offensiveness has been reduced a lot.

Having a weapon is still very necessary.

The sword technique was chosen by Sang Yunqi for him, and he also took a day out to teach Chu Xinglan.

Chu Xinglan's eyes widened at that time. When he reached Sang Yunqi's level, he didn't need these things in normal fights. He just waved his sleeves and the abundant spiritual power was enough to make people dizzy. It seemed that he didn't even do daily training.

This meant that it was the first time that Chu Xinglan saw Sang Yunqi dance with a sword.

That’s right, he used the word “sword dancing” because it looked so beautiful and every move touched Chu Xinglan’s heart.

However, no one could ignore the murderous aura on the sword tip.

Chu Xinglan had seen many people use swords, but no one could bring him such a shock.

The moment Sang Yunqi held the sword in his hand, it seemed to have a soul, like a part of his body, and he could control it as smoothly as flowing water.

Then suddenly there came a moment when Chu Xinglan realized that this was Sang Yunqi's swordsmanship.

Every cultivator repeats his boring practice day after day and year after year, all in the hope of finding his own path one day. Only when he has touched the rudiments of the path can he be considered to have entered the realm of enlightenment.

Chu Xinglan is still unclear about his own path now, but it seems that he can access it more easily when he is with Sang Yunqi.

Just like the cultivation plan that Sang Yunqi wrote for him at the beginning, it was full of Taoist connotations.

At first, he thought this was the way of his master, until Sang Yunqi took out a knife, a gun, and a whip.

No matter what it is, in Sang Yunqi's hands, it is the same as using his sword.

Chu Xinglan was already numb, "Master, is there anything you don't know?"

Sang Yunqi hesitated for a moment and said, "You can't cook."

"???"

Chu Xinglan didn't know what to say at this moment. He already knew that his master's fighting power had reached its ceiling.

He should be very proficient in alchemy, weapon refining, formations, talismans, etc., because he had seen many books signed by Xing Heng in the library.

But he still didn't expect that his master was omnipotent and had no shortcomings at all.

At this moment, he was thinking, even if he ascended to become an immortal, could he really beat his master? Not necessarily.

He seemed to be independent of the entire cultivation system. Others might have to work hard for hundreds or thousands of years to achieve a little bit of success, but for Sang Yunqi it was as easy as drinking water and eating.

He thought about it and asked a question that he had been curious about for a long time, "Master, how old are you?"

Sang Yunqi put away the spear in his hand and looked at him with a smile, "Why are you asking this?"

Chu Xinglan looked at him seriously and said, "I just want to see how unfair this world can be."

Sang Yunqi chuckled and flicked the sword with his fingers, "Are you talking about these? Just something to play with."

"Time is too long, I have to find something to do."

"As for how long I lived, I don't remember."

Chu Xinglan didn't say anything else. He took his sword and went to the side, starting to practice sword skills silently.

He felt like he was out of his mind to discuss this issue with his master.

Every sword he swung out carried with it his great resentment.

But there is one thing worth being happy about, Master is so strong, no matter what those evil spirits outside do, they can't hurt Master.

He never mentioned the matter of the black robe again, but he always kept it in his mind.

Now I am completely relieved.

As for what Sang Yunqi said about forgetting how old he was, Chu Xinglan sneered. This old guy was so shameless that he would definitely not want to mention it.

I’m afraid I’ll dislike him because he’s old!

Three days flew by.

Chu Xinglan originally hoped that a miracle would happen and he could return to his animal form, but when he opened his eyes and saw his big fluffy tail, he accepted his fate.

However, he has also figured out some things in the past two days, and the ears and tail are his things after all.

Although he couldn't make it disappear, he could control its size.

So, when Song Ling and the others were talking at the assembly point, they saw a strange young man, wearing a loose green robe and a hat on his head, staggering towards them.

There was a bell tied to her wrist with a red string, but it made no sound as she swung.

Song Ling looked at him in disbelief, "You are...Brother Chu?"

Chu Xinglan looked at him in surprise: "You can even recognize it's me?"

He was thinking of giving these people a surprise, but he didn't expect to be recognized by Song Ling at the first sight.

Hearing this familiar voice, Song Ling felt very complicated: "I know your bell, it's very special."

"Besides, the material of your clothes is really easy to recognize. When the sun shines on it, it shines brightly."

The others stared at Chu Xinglan with wide eyes and curiosity. This was the first time they had seen a demon transform, and it felt very novel.

They really want to know if the other person is any different from themselves.

Li Wen, the only girl standing in the crowd, had her eyes shining with light, filled with little stars.