I’m Really Not A Supreme Master!

Chapter 33: Earthquake?

By the time all the porridge in the pot was gone, the breakfast had finally come to an end.

Li Fan smiled, the two girls, Nan Feng and Zi Ling, looked gentle and ladylike, but who would have guessed that they were also big eaters.

Even Xiao Bai had been led astray by them; today, it actually had two bowls of porridge.

He suddenly became a little worried; Xiao Bai wouldn’t turn into a big fat cat, would it?

After eating, he brewed a pot of tea, carried it out, and sat down on the stone chair, thoroughly relaxed, with a handful of corn kernels in his hand, occasionally sprinkling some towards the Earth Chickens.

The Earth Chickens bustled around the corn kernels.

"Sister… I, I feel like these Earth Chickens are a bit strange…”

Zi Ling looked at the Earth Chickens, her large eyes somewhat dizzy.

Those chickens were clearly not ordinary; just one glance at them exerted a sense of oppression!

"I don’t know… but, whatever teacher raises, it’s definitely not ordinary; it’s very likely some Divine Beast, right? Haven’t you noticed? The Holy Medicine he uses to feed the chickens…”

Nan Feng spoke with a complex expression.

It really was true that comparing people can infuriate others.

Back in the Holy Land, they were also the favored children of heavens, usually feeling somewhat superior, for they could access better resources within the Sect Gate.

Compared to those ordinary forces, they were considered high and unattainable.

But now, even the cat and a bunch of Earth Chickens that Senior Li casually raised… ate better than the Supremes of their Holy Land.

If this got out, how many Supremes would die of anger?

However, thinking about how she and Zi Ling had now become disciples of this Senior, receiving such a tremendous opportunity, she couldn’t help but feel excited.

"After eating, it’s time to practice. Zi Ling, your task today is to paint this chicken egg!”

Li Fan took out a fist-sized chicken egg from the chicken nest and handed it to Zi Ling.

Zi Ling received the

“chicken egg” but was somewhat stunned.

Did Senior Li refer to this as a chicken egg?

Shocked, Nan Feng murmured,

“This egg contains boundless Fire Spirit Power, resembling a dormant volcano, and there seem to be traces of flame patterns on the eggshell… what exactly is this egg?”

"I feel like what I’m holding in my hands is a Supreme…”

Zi Ling was close to crying with fear; what kind of ferocious beast’s egg was this that was already terrifying without even hatching…

What’s critical is that before, during porridge, Senior Li seemed to say that recently the Earth Chickens weren’t laying frequently, hence there were no eggs available and they could only eat vegetable porridge…

So this kind of egg, Senior Li eats often…

What kind of terrifying creatures has he raised to lay eggs!

"What? Unwilling to do it?”

Seeing Zi Ling zoning out, Li Fan frowned and said,

“The most important thing about painting is the foundation, and foundation is actually about seeing through the appearance to the essence. When a simple chicken egg can be painted by you tens of thousands of times to perfection, then you should have truly seen through the essence of the object you wish to paint.”

"That’s when the foundation will be considered solid.”

He patiently instructed, as Zi Ling was also somewhat spirited. Since he had taken her as a disciple, he ought to take responsibility for her tutelage.

Hearing this, Zi Ling promptly nodded and said,

“Zi Ling understands.”

She immediately set up paper, ink, and brushes on a nearby stone table, placed the

“Earth Chicken egg” in front of her, and began observing and painting.

"Nan Feng, pour tea for your teacher, and then play a tune,” Li Fan said comfortably while seated.

Nan Feng promptly came forward and respectfully poured a cup of tea for Li Fan, the steaming fragrance instantly calming her mind.

Respectfully handing the tea to Li Fan’s side, she then went aside and began to play music.

In the small courtyard, under the peach tree, Li Fan leisurely savored his tea.

By his ear, a beautiful woman played music.

Before his eyes, a young girl painted.

Li Fan suddenly felt a profound sense of satisfaction; even among the strong Cultivators, not many could experience such happiness, right?

After a long while, Nan Feng finished her tune, and Zi Ling also filled a piece of paper with drawings of the chicken egg.

Li Fan offered a few pointers to both, each of them receiving insight like a sudden enlightenment.

"Knock knock knock.”

Just then, the sound of knocking emerged.