Start cultivating immortality in Xiaoao world, bumped into the master’s wife at the start!

Chapter 19: Meeting the Master’s Wife in the Kitchen

Linghu Chong saw that Ning Zhongze was in a daze. He waved his hand in front of her twice and said, “Master’s Wife, Master’s Wife!”

“Ah! Oh oh… Chong’er, your appearance, how come…”

Ning Zhongze snapped out of it, her voice a little flustered, and the blush on her face deepened. She turned her head slightly, avoiding looking at Linghu Chong’s cheek.

So embarrassing!

But Chong’er’s appearance has become so handsome, much more than before—it’s like he’s a completely different person.

“My appearance?” Linghu Chong was momentarily stunned, then quickly understood what Ning Zhongze meant. He smiled and said, “You mean I look different now, right?”

Ning Zhongze nodded.

“Master’s Wife, haven’t you noticed until now? Not only me—you’ve changed quite a bit too!” Linghu Chong’s lips curled into a smile as he spoke.

“What? I’ve changed too? Did I become uglier?”

Ning Zhongze was shocked—her greatest worry was actually whether she had become less attractive.

Linghu Chong chuckled and, not knowing where he pulled it from, took out a bronze mirror and held it up in front of her, saying, “Not uglier—more beautiful!”

Ning Zhongze looked at the stunningly beautiful face in the bronze mirror and exclaimed, “Oh my god! Is this really me?”

Ning Zhongze couldn’t believe it. She snatched the bronze mirror from Linghu Chong’s hands and began admiring herself.

“If it’s not you, then who else could it be?” Linghu Chong laughed.

After all, what woman doesn’t love beauty—especially a jade maiden of Mount Hua?

“This is just too beautiful. I feel like I’m ten years younger—this is unbelievable!”

Ning Zhongze gently poked her now tender and supple cheek—smooth and delicate, fair and radiant, full of youthful glow. She couldn’t believe that this was really her own face.

“What in the world is going on? Why did I become like this?” Ning Zhongze looked at Linghu Chong full of confusion.

“Master’s Wife, do you remember how our injuries suddenly healed? That’s because we underwent Marrow Cleansing, and were reborn anew—so we ended up like this.” Linghu Chong explained.

“Marrow Cleansing, body repair? But why would that happen?” Ning Zhongze was still puzzled.

Why would the two of them suddenly undergo such a profound transformation?

“That part I haven’t figured out yet. I’ll tell you later. But it’s related to what happened last night.” Linghu Chong had no intention of revealing the heaven-defying martial arts involved. If that news got out, it would be far too dangerous.

However, the moment Ning Zhongze heard him mention last night, her face flushed red with embarrassment. She glared at him and shouted in a flustered voice, “You’re not allowed to talk about last night!”

“Yes, yes—won’t mention it!” Linghu Chong looked at the adorably bashful expression on Ning Zhongze’s face and laughed.

“Hmph! Still laughing!”

Ning Zhongze saw him laughing and grew even more annoyed. She reached out and pinched his waist hard.

“Ahh! Ouch… okay, I’m not laughing anymore.”

Linghu Chong sucked in a breath from the pain and immediately stopped smiling.

Seeing that, Ning Zhongze finally let go.

Linghu Chong let out a sigh of relief and rubbed his waist—it really hurt. When he lifted his clothes to look, it had already bruised.

“Hmph! Serves you right!”

When Ning Zhongze saw Linghu Chong suddenly lift his shirt, revealing his shapely eight-pack abs, her cheeks flushed again. Seeing the bruised spot she’d pinched, she felt no remorse—on the contrary, she was rather pleased, wishing she could pinch off that piece of flesh entirely.

Linghu Chong showed a bitter smile and changed the topic, asking, “Master’s Wife, why did you come here?”

“I… I-I…”

Ning Zhongze opened her mouth but couldn’t speak for a moment. She herself didn’t know how she’d wandered into the kitchen. She couldn’t exactly say she was distracted and just walked here, could she?

Linghu Chong looked at her slightly parted lips—elegant and alluring—and couldn’t help but want to stuff something into them. “Could it be you’re also here to look for food, Master’s Wife?”

“Yes, yes—I came to look for food!” Ning Zhongze quickly echoed.

“But… weren’t you eating… with Master and Junior Sister…”

The moment Linghu Chong said that, he instantly regretted it. But it was too late to take it back. The last two words came out in such a soft tone they were nearly inaudible.

Sure enough, Ning Zhongze fixed him with a stare and asked, “How do you know I was eating with your Master and Junior Sister? Were you eavesdropping on us?”

“N-no, Master’s Wife, I didn’t mean to! I was just worried about you, so I hid and took a look.” Linghu Chong waved his hands and hastily explained.

“You…” Ning Zhongze blushed again at his candid words. She was slightly annoyed but also felt a hint of warmth in her heart. She wanted to scold him but didn’t know what to say. In the end, she only snapped, “Who said you needed to worry about me?”

Her words sounded dismissive, but her tone was like that of a shy girl, with a hint of tsundere-like* delight.

[*Tsundere is a personality type, hard on the outside, tender on the inside]

Ning Zhongze turned her head away, not wanting Linghu Chong to see the strange look on her face.

However, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, Linghu Chong still caught a trace of something different. He knew that Ning Zhongze wasn’t angry—she was just a little embarrassed.

“Yes, Master’s Wife. I shouldn’t have worried.” Linghu Chong didn’t expose her, choosing to retreat as a strategy. He spoke with a touch of melancholy.

Sure enough, Ning Zhongze heard the dejected tone in his voice and couldn’t bear it. She turned back and said, “That’s not what I meant. A disciple worrying about his Master’s Wife is the right thing to do. It’s not that…”

“Not that what?” Linghu Chong feigned ignorance.

“Not that…” Ning Zhongze’s face turned rosy again. She had overthought it and now couldn’t bring herself to say the rest. In the end, she muttered, “Aiya! Nothing, don’t overthink it.”

“Oh.” Linghu Chong replied calmly, but the corners of his mouth lifted slightly into a knowing smile.

“Hmm? What’s that smell?” Just then, Ning Zhongze’s nose twitched. A strange scent drifted into her nostrils.

“Smell?” Linghu Chong was puzzled. He sniffed lightly and suddenly stiffened, shouting, “Crap! The food’s burning!”

He rushed back to the stove and quickly turned off the fire.

Looking into the iron wok, a wisp of smoke rose, carrying the scent of burning.

Linghu Chong hurriedly grabbed a large bowl and used the spatula to flip the contents of the wok. Seeing that the bottom had already begun to char, he quickly scooped all the egg fried rice into the bowl.

“What’s this?”

Ning Zhongze closed the door, walked over, and looked into the bowl filled with slightly scorched eggs and a few scattered grains of rice. She was very confused.

“Egg fried rice!” Linghu Chong replied.

“Huh? This is egg fried rice? Where’s the rice?”

Ning Zhongze cried out in disbelief, staring at the bowl in Linghu Chong’s hands. All she saw were eggs—there were only a few grains of rice stuck to the fried egg pieces.