My Master Disconnected Yet Again
chapter-53

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Shen Ying did not reply. But the more Lonemoon spoke, the more he blurted out. “I’ve been in Blackheaven Sect for over three hundred years and I’ve treated that place as home, thinking that cultivators are different from mortals. Perhaps the sect’s rules were right. As a sect, everyone needs to be in the same boat and move together. But I never imagined that once the Xuan Yuan Family arrived, they wouldn’t even put up a fight and immediately wave the white flag. So much for a sect’s principles. It was such an eye-opening experience.”

“What immortal sect cultivators. At the end of the day they are just some selfish, normal human beings.” He sighed, as if letting go of something, then turned to look at the person beside him and said with a smile, “Shen Ying, thanks a lot! Since you’re so loyal, from now on you’re my sister!”

“Uh…” Shen Ying quivered, subconsciously stepping away. Actually, I want to be your daughter. “Father Niu, can I discuss something with you?”

“What is it? Feel free to say it!” He slapped his chest.

“Can you not smile at me all of a sudden? I’ll think that… you want to give me money.”

“… Get lost.” Who wants to give you money? Can you just forget about the Father Niu incident? “Are you really that broke? Forget it. Since you’ve helped me before, the next time when you’re in need of spirit stones, feel free to come and find your brother. I’ll take care of you.” In any case, he was a Soul Formation Supremacy. He was not lacking in spirit stones.

“Thank you, Father Niu!” Shen Ying was delighted. “But, can I ask… what exactly did I do to help you?”

“Stop acting.” He tapped her on the shoulders. “I know you’re a loyal one. Didn’t you leave Blackheaven Sect on your own accord because you were afraid that staying there would make things difficult for me?”

“Nope. I purely wanted to switch places to eat.”

“If you keep acting then it won’t seem real anymore.” Lonemoon gave her a ‘stop kidding’ look. “How can you be sick of the food so soon given your foodie character? I heard that the ingredients from the Outer Affairs Hall were very abundant.”

Yi Qing suddenly interrupted, “Master actually meant that the Outer Affairs Hall had informed us that the new batch of disciples have all achieved grain liberation, so there were no more ingredients to be collected anymore.” Master cannot be left in hunger.

What?

“…” Took an arrow to the knee ¹ .

A while later…

“Then… then what’s up with those people?” He pointed at the five people on the ground who were in coma. “You obviously had the ability to defeat those people from the Xuan Yuan Family, yet you didn’t directly do so in the Blackheaven Sect. Wasn’t it to give me face and also because you were afraid of hurting those lower level disciples?”

“No!” Shen Ying shook her head.

“How is it not so?”

“Uh… there were too many people. Fighting would have been very troublesome and time consuming.”

“Huh?” What did she mean?

“Moreover, it was almost noon at that time.” Missing lunch would have been such a pity. “So it was all because…”

“Stop it, don’t talk!” Lonemoon covered her mouth, his glass heart shattered into pieces. Can’t a man dream?

(╯‵□′)╯(┻━┻

“Master, where are we going to go now?” Seeing that the both of them were almost finished with the food, Yi Qing put out the fire and habitually packed up the picnic.

Shen Ying faltered for a moment before turning to look at a certain someone’s begrudging face.

“Why are you looking at me?” Lonemoon glared at her. His anger had not simmered down yet. “Whose fault is this! I also don’t have a place to go now. You guys can go wherever you like. I don’t care.”

Shen Ying pondered for a bit, then she swept aside the stiff bodies of the five people on the ground, squinted her eyes and stood up to stretch.

“Since we have nothing to do after eating, how about… let’s find someone to settle a score?”

“…”

“…”

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Upper Azure World, Xuan Yuan Family.

“Master…” A flustered disciple ran to the back of the main hall. “Oh no, oh no!”

“What are you blabbering about?” The man seated at a platform in the hall opened his eyes. “So disorderly. What exactly happened?”

“The front of the hall… two Soul Formation cultivators suddenly intruded into the front hall.”

“Soul Formation cultivators?” The man furrowed his brows and said, “Since there are cultivators seeking refuge, you should just go and inform the five elders to make arrangements. There is no need to inform me.”

“No… they are not here to seek refuge, they said… said that they are from the Lower Realm… and are here to settle scores!”

“What?” The look on the patriarch of the Xuan Yuan Family became solemn. “What a grand notion. Two Soul Formation cultivators having the audacity to behave atrociously in the Xuan Yuan Family! Go inform the Disciplinary Hall Master and get people to hold those two down.”

“The Disciplinary Hall Master has already… fallen.”

“How is that possible?!” The man’s face was filled with shock.

“They… they are Sword Cultivators. Not only the Disciplinary Hall Master, a few of the Soul Formation elders went up against them as well, but they simply could not stop those two.”

“Sword Cultivators from the Lower Realm. Could it be…” Unnerved, the man’s eyes widened as he paced around. “Have the five Traveling Immortal Patriarchs returned?”

“No… no…”

“Not back yet!” The man grew more impatient. “And at a time like this. Quickly inform all of our Soul Formation cultivators to come over here and stall those two Sword Cultivators.”

“Yes, Master.” The disciple immediately rushed out.

The man grew more anxious as he sent a few messages out, but there were no responses. “What is happening? Why are none of the five Traveling Immortals responding. Where did they go?”

“Do you mean them?” Suddenly, a girl’s voice rang beside his ear.

Taken aback, the man turned his head to realize there was another person beside him. “You… who are you? Since when were you standing here!” He had not even noticed it.

“I’m Shen Ying, the one who came with that lad just now!” Shen Ying pointed in the direction that the disciple from moments ago had headed towards.

Just now? How was that possible? He did not see other people coming in. His heart sank, suddenly thinking of something.

“You… you are with the two Sword Cultivators that broke in?” Alarmed, he took a step back before realizing that this girl had a rope in her hand. His gaze followed the rope to the other end that seemed to be tying something together. When the girl lightly pulled on the rope, a bunch of silhouettes appeared, all falling onto the ground.

“Uncles!” The man’s eyes bulged. It was then that he realized that the few people bundled up like dumplings on the floor were the five Traveling Immortals who had not returned. “How did you all…”

“Hey… you’re related to them right? Let’s talk?”

“Demoness, what have you done to my uncles?” He looked at the other party in rage, summoned forth a spirit sword and slashed towards the person. “How dare you do this to the people of my Xuan Yuan Family! I am going to kill you!”

“Master, no!” The five dumplings shouted in unison.

One minute later…

Shen Ying used her sleeve to wipe the half-destroyed main seat in the hall and slowly sat in it. She looked toward the back of the hall which seemed like it had been visited by a hurricane, and then conveniently stepped on the chest of the Xuan Yuan Family’s patriarch whose face was swollen beyond recognition. “Now… can we talk?”

Xuan Yuan Family Patriarch: “…”

The five dumplings: “…”