The God of Cataka

13

Shen Zhu's thick, wiry eyelids shook, then opened slowly.

"Sister!" The cries of his elder brothers made Shen Zhu blink and stumble. His confused look swept across the room.

The six roommates simultaneously rushed into Shen Zhu's bed and crowded around him.

"Sister! You're finally awake!" The oldest disciple scooped both shoulders of Shen Zhu. Then sit.

"I will tell Master soon," said the other disciple excitedly.

"Hmh!" The others nodded simultaneously, no less excited.

A moment later, the boy had already rushed out of the room.

Shen Zhu still looked puzzled.

"Sister, you've been sleeping for a few days" said the oldest disciple. "You want to try my cooking porridge?"

"Porridge?" Shen Zhu blinked and widened, "You, want to!" the answer is a little too enthusiastic.

The oldest disciple responded with a cramped face. "I'll be right back" he said excitedly. Then he also poured out and came back again carrying a tray containing a bowl of porridge that was still steaming. "Sister, the porridge has come!" he exclaimed cheerfully.

"Fast fast!" shun Zhu muttered in surprise.

He had not even had time to greet his other siblings.

"You just made it?" asked Shen Zhu.

The oldest disciple laughed awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his head with his free hand. "I don't know when you'll realize" he said. "So I cook it every hour!"

Really intend! inner Shen Zhu felt touched.

The oldest student was named Lim Hua. He is now twenty-five years old. The young man placed the tray he was carrying to the table near Shen Zhu's bedhead, lifted his bowl of porridge, scooped it up and blew it away. "Eat it," he said as he thrust the porridge spoon toward Shen Zhu. "It's not hot!"

"Ah—" Shen Zhu stuttered. Suddenly feel awkward with the treatment of his brother-in-law when usually he is so spoiled. "Sister! I'm already okay. Just put it on the dinner table, I'll eat there."

His other fellow-scholars scrambled to lead Shen Zhu into the dining room and sat him down in front of the low table of Lesehan and again crowded him with happy faces.

Shen Zhu began to sip a spoonful of porridge and chuckled in admiration, "It turned out so delicious," he praised. "White porridge plus chives, minced meat and ginger slices are just right. Compared to vegetables from the mountains, this kind of cooking can really make people cry!"

"Thank God you like it!" Lim Hua smiling warmly looked at him with cheeks leaning against a fist, and one elbow propped up on the surface of the table.

"Like!" sahut Shen Zhu with his mouth full. "Like it!"

One of his fellow students immediately prepared a glass of warm water for Shen Zhu to drink.

"Dad still need anything else?" Another sister offered.

"Ah—haha! Nope, no! Not necessary. Everything is enough. I'm fine, really!" Shen Zhu laughed uneasily in response to their treatment. Really attentive, he said in his heart. But why do I feel that this treatment is no longer appropriate?

"Sister, how are you feeling?" lim Hua asked after Shen Zhu finished his meal.

Shen Zhu suddenly fell. "My feelings.." he hung up his words. Just realized his feelings were out of the ordinary. His body felt light and fit, feeling much more powerful. He could feel the energy from within his body overflowing. His mind also felt fresh. And most importantly, he felt he no longer deserved to be treated like a child.

Zainan, the calamity god, actually gave him rigorous training for days. Then Lim Hua said he had been sleeping for a few days.

The simulation stimulated his cultivation.

Shen Zhu put down his porridge spoon, then bowed and flipped his palm, observing himself. He tried to concentrate his inner energy into his spine. Then his body shone brightly, emitting a blood-red glow.

"Whoa—you've broken through!" His brethren exclaimed in amazement.

Previously, Shen Zhu had never managed to convert spiritual energy into such an aura. Other than Bao Yu, no one had ever seen Shen Zhu's aura.

Simultaneously, Bao Yu appeared in the doorway and smiled faintly. "I thought you had the fire element!" his murmur was proud.

"Teacher!" Shen Zhu flinched and rushed towards the man, then bowed with both hands linked in front of his face.

"Sleeping for so long, it turns out that it's not in vain," Bao Yu joked without laughing. Just a thin smile.

"Shen Zhu should thank Master!" shen Zhu said sincerely.

"Soundless boy!" Bao Yu chuckled while patting Shen Zhu on the shoulder. "I bully you, call yourself useless and want to kill you" he said. "Are you insinuating me?"

"Shen Zhu did not dare!" Shen Zhu bowed again.

"That's it!" Bao Yu held onto Shen Zhu's shoulders and straightened them. "Important you've gone up a level. During the Knight Trials, I hope you can participate!"

"Knight's Test?" The whole room was flabbergasted.

"True," Bao Yu said as he slowly stepped onto the dining table. Then sit cross-legged in front of the head of the table and hint that his students should sit down. "This Knight's Test is held once every ten years," he explained after everyone sat down. "Each sect was only given ten quotas to send disciples. So to fight over this quota, you all have to compete. But only disciples with level twenty-one and above were allowed to enter the competition. Ten winners will be sent for the knight exam."

His students groaned at the same time.

Shen Zhu was stunned with a frown. I can't wait to find out what my spiritual power level is now he said inwardly.

Bao Yu glanced at him and smiled faintly, "Today, the college will be holding a test of spiritual strength," he said as if he could read Shen Zhu's mind. "You all get ready!"

His students bowed enthusiastically. Then rushed to their room to change into clean clothes.

Shen Zhu still held on to his seat. Looks a little worried.

Bao Yu watched him with squinted eyes.

As if he could feel his teacher's gaze, Shen Zhu blinked and bowed towards his teacher with both hands linked in front of his face. Then he went and rushed after his brothers to their room.

Seeing Shen Zhu enter the room, one of the senior disciples who had finished changing clothes approached Shen Zhu. "Sister, you've been sleeping for a few days. I'll prepare hot water for you to clean yourself. You must be uncomfortable."

"No!" reject Shen Zhu. "Let me do it myself. I'm already okay. Really!"

"That's it!" His college brother insisted. Then hurry to the kitchen. Soon, he had returned with a basin of warm water and a small towel.

After he finished cleaning himself and changed his clothes, Shen Zhu picked up his sword at the table near the head of the bed. Then dumbfounded. He looked at his sword and drew it with a frown.

His fellow students glanced at Shen Zhu and exchanged glances with the others while smiling faintly. Feeling familiar with Shen Zhu's expression.