The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 402 - 400 Disciple, Bring Me Something to Eat

Chapter 402: Chapter 400 Disciple, Bring Me Something to Eat

Qin Zhao saw that the person named Nan Xian had sent her several verification messages, but she ignored them directly.

After finishing the cake made by Chu Yan and calming down, she felt something was off.

She had reincarnated into this body, but should anyone know about it?

If that person was just an ordinary mortal, how could they know about her master named Nan Xian?

Qin Zhao added him back anyway, planning to ask what was going on.

Nan Xian: Disciple /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

Qin Zhao: What’s my name?

Nan Xian: Qin Zhao.

Qin Zhao: What was the name of my previous sect?

Nan Xian: Tianlan Holy Sect.

Seeing these four characters, Qin Zhao’s eyes widened.

If it wasn’t for someone from the Canglan Realm, they couldn’t possibly know this sect.

Could it really be her master?

Either that or it was an acquaintance from her previous life impersonating her master!

Qin Zhao: Where are you? I’ll come to you.

Nan Xian sent her a location.

Qin Zhao’s heart fluttered with excitement, and she hurriedly changed her clothes to head out.

Even if it wasn’t her master but an acquaintance from Canglan Realm, it was exciting enough. After all, she had lived in that world for hundreds of years and had only been here for a few months.

In Qin Zhao’s subconscious, she still belonged to that world.

Just as she was about to leave, another message popped up on her phone.

Nan Xian: Bring some food /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

Qin Zhao’s lips twitched; what was his deal?

How could he be so down and out that he didn’t even have food?

Since there was half of the birthday cake left, Qin Zhao took it with her.

She took a taxi to the location sent by Nan Xian. It was a slum within Imperial City where migrant workers lived, and conditions were poor.

And the floor where Nan Xian lived was splashed with red paint.

[Repay debts!]

[Fail to repay, and your whole family dies!]

The walls were covered in these bloody red paint words.

Qin Zhao found the exact place; the door was tightly shut, and there was a security door outside.

She rang the doorbell and sent a message to Nan Xian.

It took a long time before someone came to open the door.

She saw a lean, handsome man wearing a clean white casual hoodie, with an ethereal and detached demeanor, looking at her indifferently.

"Come in."

The man said faintly, stepping aside to let her in.

Qin Zhao stared at him for a long time because he did give her the vibe of her master.

After entering, Nan Xian closed the door and propped a shoe cabinet behind it.

After doing these things, he collapsed on the sofa like a dead fish, as if he had used all his energy.

"Disciple, where’s the food?"

He stretched out his hand towards Qin Zhao, dizzy from hunger.

He completely lacked the ethereal demeanor from before.

Qin Zhao handed the cake to Nan Xian, "Since you say you’re my master, why are you here? My master ascended to the Immortal Realm long ago.

And as an immortal, even if he came to the Mortal World, he wouldn’t be in such a miserable state."

He suddenly found some energy, sat up, and began eating the cake.

"You don’t understand."

Nan Xian devoured the food and shook his head bitterly.

"I was tricked by the Netherworld God."

"How did he trick you?"

"He told me you were here, about to be snatched away by a young wolf pup, and told me to come find you quickly. He also said he could provide me with a body to use in the Mortal World."

"Is this that body?"

"Yes!"

Nan Xian paused in his eating, angrily slamming the table.

"Do you know how the owner of this body died?"

"How did he die?"

"He had too much debt and couldn’t pay it back, so he took sleeping pills and died!"

"How much did he owe?"

"Eight million!"

Qin Zhao was somewhat puzzled, "Didn’t you ask me for eight hundred and eighty thousand?"

"That was just the interest from one of the high-interest loans, and I had to pay them back today. If I didn’t, they would come and cause trouble for me."

Nan Xian ate a piece of cake and added, "They haven’t come yet, they sent a text saying this."

At this point, Qin Zhao actually started to believe his identity.

Her master was just such a person.

Inarticulate outside, always at a disadvantage, so he didn’t like to socialize with others. He seemed cold and aloof on the outside, but his personality was not like that inside.

"What else did the Netherworld God say?"

"He said no one in this world can achieve Ascension."

"So you came to help me?"

He nodded, suddenly his eyes brightened.

"I didn’t expect that upon arriving here, I wouldn’t be able to use any Immortal Technique, luckily, I was prepared! While I was still in the sky, I threw down a few Divine Artifacts. I’ll take you to find them later, then you can Ascend."

About five minutes later, Nan Xian had finished half of the cake.

He pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth, then elegantly and nobly sat down on the sofa.

Bang, bang, bang.

Suddenly, there was a violent banging on the door outside.

"Nan Xian! Pay up!"

"Hurry up and open the door! Don’t make us get rough!"

Nan Xian’s brow twitched, "It’s over, the debt collectors are here."

"I’ll handle it."

Just as Qin Zhao stood up, suddenly, in a manner reminiscent of her master, Nan Xian raised his right hand and motioned for her to sit.

"No need for you, sit down."

Perhaps it was because he had eaten his fill, the clear and elegant man regained that transcendent and detached temperament.

Qin Zhao sat down, folding her arms to watch him.

"Okay, you handle it."

This was a good chance to see if he was truly her master.

Bang, bang, bang.

The banging on the door grew louder, as if they were about to break it down.

Nan Xian moved the shoe cabinet away and opened the door.

A group of tall, fierce-looking men, dressed like gangsters, were outside.

"Pay up! If you don’t pay, we’ll chop off your hands."

"You thought you could hide from this, didn’t you!"

The men outside, seeing a beautiful girl inside, couldn’t help but rush in.

"Is that your girlfriend? She’s pretty!"

"Let her hang out with us for a few days, and I’ll give you a few days’ grace!"

Whoosh.

The sound of a blade slicing through the air was heard.

Suddenly, a fruit knife flew out from Nan Xian’s sleeve, crossed a man’s neck leaving a trail of blood, and finally stuck in the door panel behind him.

In half a second, the man thudded to the ground.

The noisy men outside suddenly fell silent.

Blood kept flowing from the neck, and the others were scared pale.

"Holy shit, he killed someone!"

"Run for it!"

Clearly, they hadn’t expected Nan Xian to kill, and with such skill, they panickedly fled.

Nan Xian watched as the others ran off, and his tight face finally relaxed.

He looked at the man on the ground, his brow twitching.

Nan Xian quickly picked the man up, "Don’t die, don’t die! Disciple, come quickly, he’s dying! What should we do? An immortal shouldn’t kill mortals lightly, it damages my virtue!"

"Don’t shake him, or he might really die!"

Qin Zhao, massaging her temples, walked over and first helped the man stop the bleeding.

Due to Nan Xian’s shaking, the man also woke up from unconsciousness.