Chapter Forty-Four: The Bizarre Woman

  Kong Zhuo opened his eyes with some difficulty, fainted in extreme pain, and then woke up again. The feeling wouldn't be too good naturally.

  He slowly exerted himself, propping up his body, and a wave of unbearable soreness immediately spread through his muscles. Fortunately, he still managed to prop himself up and sat up.

  He straightened his back, Kong Zhuo took a deep breath, this was not a large room, but very clean, even can be said to be spotless, only, the layout was a bit strange.

  Just as he turned around and looked around, the wooden door creaked softly.

  "Are you awake?!" The door opened, and a woman walked in quietly with a tray in her hand. On the tray was a bowl of thin porridge and several small dishes. "I think it's time for you to wake up too!"

  A woman in her twenties came in, of course, this twenty-something was also judged by her appearance, Kong Zhuo couldn't tell her age or cultivation.

  But it was clear that this woman and the little girl named Han'er had a six or seven out of ten similarity in their facial features, except that she lacked a bit of childishness and had more mature charm.

  "This senior...!"

  "Older than you?!" The woman's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Am I that old?"

  "Uh, before... no, you're not old!"

  "I'm not old, I'm not even forty yet!" The young woman looked dissatisfied, walked to his bedside with a gentle pace, and put the tray in her hand on the small cabinet in front of Kong Zuo's bed. "You little rascal, looking so rich and clever, how come you're so bad at talking?!"

  "Ah, yes...!" Kong Zhan's forehead was already beaded with cold sweat. "Junior, oh no, I'm wrong!"

  The young woman smiled slightly, slowly walked to the bedside, stretched out her hand, picked up the bowl of porridge on the cabinet, and with her slender, delicate, and almost perfect white hands, she gently picked up the spoon and stirred the porridge lightly a couple of times. Although it was just a casual stir, the whole room was filled with fragrance.

  "Come, have a taste and see how skilled I am!"

  At this moment, Kong Zhuang suddenly had a completely favored and surprised feeling, his face showing an extremely embarrassed expression, and he couldn't care about the discomfort all over his body. "Husband... Madam, I'll do it myself!"

  Madam

  This was the most suitable title he could think of at this time.

  As they spoke, his hand reached out and wanted to take over the bowl.

  But unexpectedly, he felt nothing, and the bowl strangely slipped past his hand, while at the same time, the woman's hand was already holding a spoonful of fragrant porridge to his mouth.

  "Go ahead and eat, don't be polite with me!"

  Kong Zhan helplessly looked at the young woman and opened his mouth, still allowing the woman to feed him with the spoon in her hand.

  "Ah, vomit......!"

  As soon as the spoonful of porridge entered his mouth, Kong Zhuo's expression froze, and then his body stiffened suddenly.

  He never thought that the white porridge, which emitted a strange fragrance and seemed extremely delicious, would be like a poisonous drug in his mouth. As soon as his tongue touched it, he felt an extremely bitter taste spreading from his tongue throughout his body.

  At this time, wanting to vomit was already impossible. The porridge melted in his mouth and turned into a hot stream that flowed into his body, emitting an unbearable stench. After swallowing the porridge, Kong Zhu felt as if every pore on his body was exuding a foul odor, and he couldn't help but let out a dry retch.

  Before he could even finish vomiting on this side, another wave came from the other side, and the second spoon arrived.

  "No, no, no, madam, I'm full, can't eat anymore......!"

  "You have to eat, whether you want to or not!" The woman's voice was extremely gentle, but it carried an air of absolute authority. "This porridge was specially cooked for you by the master himself, and if you don't finish it, the 99 ingredients that went into making it will all go to waste! You should know that just collecting these materials took me three whole days!"

  As she spoke, she handed the spoon in her hand to Kong Zhuo's mouth again, "Open your mouth, otherwise I'll pry it open and pour the porridge in!"

  With great difficulty and reluctance, Kong Zhuo finally opened his mouth.

  Although this stuff is hard to drink, the effect of one mouthful is obvious. The woman just said that this porridge was made from 99 ingredients, apparently it makes sense.

  That incredibly foul-smelling hot flow went down his stomach and then dispersed throughout his four limbs, causing him to emit a foul odor all over his body. However, it was precisely due to the emission of this foul odor that the state of utter weakness and numbness he had felt upon waking up disappeared.

  But this second bowl of porridge and third bowl of porridge didn't have such an obvious effect as the first one.

  It was almost like pinching one's own nose, holding one's breath, and finally managing to gulp down that bowl of porridge.

  "You're not bad!" The woman saw that Kong Zuo, despite his bitter expression, managed to finish the bowl of medicinal congee in one go. She couldn't help but smile, thinking that since she created this recipe, no one had ever finished it so quickly and with such a good attitude. Even when she herself was injured unintentionally last time, she only took one sip before deciding to endure her injuries for half a month rather than drink another mouthful. Now Kong Zuo had actually finished the whole bowl, which gave her a new understanding of his endurance.

  "I heard you killed Mo Nu!"

  Gently putting down the small bowl that had already been eaten by Kong Zhuo on the cabinet, the young woman asked.

  "How reckless of me!" Kong Zhan's voice suddenly dropped a lot, and his face also showed a very regretful expression. "If I had known..."

  "Good kill!"

  Before Kong Zuo could finish saying the words of self-criticism that he had hastily thought up, the young woman suddenly came out with a sentence that left him feeling astonished.

  She raised her head, looking at the woman with a surprised gaze. The woman continued, "Since Master brought that dead bird back, Xiaohan has been acting like she's gone mad, spending all day and night with that flat-haired beast, completely ignoring me as her mother. If I wasn't afraid of Xiaohan getting angry with me, I would have stewed it long ago, where would you come in?"

  That young woman looked at Kong Zhuo with a spirited and radiant expression, as if he had done something extraordinary. "By the way, is that beast's meat delicious?"

  Obviously, Kong Zhan felt a fine layer of cold sweat on his forehead and muttered, "It's...it's okay, I guess!"

  "Hmm, really, Xiaohan said that the beast has already been buried. If I had known it was such a good thing, I would have gone along too, and maybe even got to taste some freshness!" The virtuous wife muttered to herself.

  Kong Zuo was speechless.

  "Is he okay?!"

  Just as he felt a bit awkward, Chen Sen's voice saved him. At some point, his figure appeared in this small room, seemingly having heard the young woman's words just now, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

  "Alright, alright! If I don't get better after drinking this bowl of porridge, then I'm not far from death!"

  The young woman said with a nonchalant tone, picked up the bowl from the cabinet, and her previous enthusiasm completely disappeared. With an impatient and lazy expression, she only glanced at Chen Sen lightly, stood up, didn't even say goodbye, and directly flashed past Chen Sen's side.

  Chen Sen maintained a frowning expression until her figure disappeared before relaxing.

  "You seem to be recovering well!"

  "Thank you for saving me, senior!" Kong Zhuo said, getting up from the bed.

  "Don't thank me, it has nothing to do with me. I'm the one who threw you down there, and I didn't even think about getting you out. If you want to thank someone, go thank Han'er instead!"

  Kong Zhan's eyes slightly condensed, and he suddenly understood.

  It seems that little girl's heart is quite good.

  He thought so in his heart.

  "Now that you're done, I won't keep you here any longer!" Chen Sen said as soon as he opened his mouth, and with that, he gave the order to send the guest away.

  Kong Zhan naturally wouldn't want to stay in this unfamiliar place either. He bowed again at Chen Sen, then prepared to leave.

  "Wait a minute!" Just as his foot was about to step out of the door, Chen Sen called him back again. "Your master knows you're here with me, let me give this to you!" As he spoke, he raised his hand and tossed a gray bag in front of Kong Zhuo.

  "Have you seen Master before?" Kong Zhuo's face tightened, and a joyful expression flashed in his eyes. It had been several years since he last saw that drunkard, and he really missed him. "Is the old man doing well?"

  "It's good, it's just that even now he doesn't look old at all!" Chen Sen said calmly. "Something unexpected happened with the things in his hands, so he has to delay for a while before coming out. He knows your cultivation has improved a lot, so he let me bring this thing out to you and have you practice it yourself."

  "When will he be back?"

  "It's been three years at most, or ten years at worst. This time, things are quite troublesome for him. He had a lot of debts before, so he got what was coming to him!"

  "Revenge?!" Kong Zhan's face changed, "Senior, I have been separated from my family for many years and miss them dearly. Today, I suddenly heard the news about him and am very excited. Therefore, I have an impolite request, please..."

  "Don't keep saying that!" Chen Sen interrupted, "I know what you want to say, but it's no use, because you can't see him now!" As he spoke, he turned around and looked at Kong Zhuo, "Your cultivation is very strong, among the younger generation, you are also a top-notch figure, but wanting to see your master, your current cultivation is still far from enough!"

  Looking at Chen Sen's profound and immeasurable gaze, Kong Zhuo sighed, bowed to the ground, "Since that's the case, I'll take my leave!"

  Chen Sen didn't say anything, he just nodded slightly.

  "Oh, and one more thing!"

  Kong Zan stopped again, but in his heart he began to resent this master for not finishing what he had to say all at once.

  "This time you came down from the mountain should be for that little girl named Zhou Xue of your Luo Fu's, right?"

  "Exactly!" Kong Zhan was slightly stunned, "Do you know where this little junior sister of mine is?"

  "I heard she's already back in Luofu!" Chen Sen said.

  "Thanks, senior!"