My Master Disconnected Yet Again (Part 3)

Chapter 463: Fatty Begs for Teaching

All the cultivators who came looking for them had left. Fatty finally set down his empty bowl. It was then that it sank in – he no longer needed to fear the people of the Imperial Sacred Sect. He no longer had to worry about whether he could escape from the blood array alive. He no longer had to fear being swallowed whole by anyone ever again.

He looked up at the three people beside him and then lowered his gaze. A moment later, he seemed to have made up his mind about something. He suddenly stood up and stepped aside from the table, then got to his knees.

"Thank you, Elders, for saving my life." He kowtowed to them with too much strength that he created a pit in the ground with his head. "I know that you don't care for my repayments, but I will forever remember what you did for me. My cultivation level is extremely low and I'm only this way now because of my special body type. If left to my own devices, I would have been swallowed by that group of people a long time ago. So..." He suddenly looked toward Lonemoon. "Can I please ask you to teach me how to cultivate?"

Lonemoon paused and scanned Fatty from head to toe. "You mean to say that you want to rely on us for a living?"

Fatty gritted his teeth and kowtowed three more times. His expression was much more serious this time. "I know it's quite a lot to ask, but I have no other choice. Please grant my wishes, Elders."

Lonemoon narrowed his eyes and put on his best business smile. "You want us to teach you how to cultivate. Aren't you afraid that you would only attract more trouble? You need to understand that we are also cultivators. We might be after your body as well. You also need to understand how beneficial your flesh and blood are for cultivation."

"I'm not afraid!" Fatty shook his head adamantly. He looked at Lonemoon trustingly, then turned to look at Shen Ying, who was slumped lazily over the table. For some reason, when he first met Lady Shen Ying, he had a strange feeling that this person could be completely trusted. That feeling was strange, but so real.

"If you were after my flesh and blood, that's even better for me!" Fatty laughed out loud, not in the least bit worried. He joyfully said, "It is a fact that you have saved me. If you need my flesh, it means I have the means of repaying you with my life. How about that?"

Lonemoon's smile was wiped off his face. This was a man who knew right from wrong. They had not saved him in vain. In fact, Lonemoon had not intended to leave him in the lurch as well. It was their own fault for getting involved with the nomological force. Before he clarified these matters, he would not allow this fatty to be eaten by the others.

With that, he spoke with a hint of genuineness, "Alright, you don't have to worry! Honestly, your body is really special, but we want to figure out the reason for that as well. Before that, we will make sure that we protect you well. As for cultivation..." He hesitated.

Fatty kowtowed anxiously once again. "Please, grant my wish, Elder. I... I will train hard. Before that, I will surely cooperate with you to find out what exactly is wrong with my body. I'll do that even if it means cutting off my flesh and drawing my blood for you!"

Lonemoon frowned. "I said, I don't want your blood and flesh!"

"Then I'll give you anything else you want – I have it all! From today onward, my body is yours, Elder."

"No one wants your body. I already said- wait, why are you taking your clothes off!" Lonemoon grabbed Fatty's hands.

"Elder!" Fatty looked at Lonemoon in the eyes with a somber expression. He picked up a fruit knife and said, "Tell me which part of me you want. I'll cut it off for you."

"Holy shit! Who told you to do that? Wait... Why are the two of you wastrels looking at me like that?"

"... We're not!" The master and disciple immediately looked to the skies.