Chapter 180: That Chair
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Martial Cultivator Chapter 180: That Chair

Chen Chao dragged his tired body back to the academy. Xie Nandu had been waiting for him at the entrance of the courtyard for a long time.

Seeing him return, Xie Nandu handed him a clean cloth. Chen Chao took it and promptly spat a mouthful of blood onto it.

Xie Nandu was not surprised to see the cloth stained with blood. She was in the academy, but she was aware of what had happened in the alley.

After spitting out the blood, Chen Chao felt much better. His complexion was a little pale, it was obvious that he had sustained injuries too.

During the martial exam, he had already sustained some injuries that had not fully healed. It merely did not affect him. Then, he rushed to the palace without any rest and fought with that nun, worsening his injuries. Now, he had faced a challenge from more than a dozen people. In fact, being able to come back alive was already a miracle for Chen Chao.

In other words, if he had not been injured, that female sword cultivator would likely not have been able to leave any wounds on him at all.

Sword cultivators were terrifying, but that female sword cultivator was not particularly terrifying.

"She was a sword cultivator, it looked pretty impressive."

Chen Chao's remark about it being impressive was referring to the spell that controlled the sword rather than the female sword cultivator's cultivation level.

Xie Nandu naturally understood what Chen Chao meant and nodded, saying, "I will become much stronger than her in the future."

Although she had just started practicing the sword, it was evident that her potential would far surpass that of the female sword cultivator.

Chen Chao casually tossed the cloth in his hand into the nearby stove and ignited it. Then he found two sweet potatoes and began roasting them.

Xie Nandu walked over and sat on the rattan chair across from Chen Chao.

Chen Chao glanced at the rattan chair with a strange expression and raised an eyebrow as he asked. "When did you buy this?"

"Just the other day."

Which day it was, did not seem too important.

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