Good-for-Nothing Master: Disciple, I’ve Been Hiding a Sword

Jiang Chen was ambushed, his cultivation foundation shattered, and became a laughingstock of the Tianxuan Sect. Yet at the apprenticeship ceremony, he insisted on taking in a girl who was only at the sixth level of Qi Refining. He usually lazed around, but whenever his disciple was in danger, he would secretly protect her, casually giving her ninth-grade pills and high-level spirit weapons. Then, when someone provoked his disciple, Jiang Chen finally drew the sword hidden in his sleeve. A sword scar stretching ten thousand feet cleaved across the mountain. “Who dares lay a hand on my disciple?”