Chapter 53
Words:1893Update:22/06/26 07:57:03
Shen Ying did not reply, but Lonemoon spoke more and more smoothly. "I've been in Blackheaven Sect for more than three hundred years, and I've always treated that place as my home. I thought that immortal cultivators were different from mortals. Perhaps it's really like what the sect rules say, people of the same sect should be in the same boat, advancing and retreating together. I didn't think that once the Xuan Yuan Family arrived, they would admit defeat without even fighting. Or was it because of the righteousness of the sect that they directly pushed the blame onto you? It's really an eye-opener for me. "
"What immortal sect cultivators, they're just selfish ordinary people." He sighed, as if letting go of something, and turned to smile at the person beside him. "Shen Ying, thank you so much! You're really loyal, from now on you're my biological sister! "
"Er …" Shen Ying trembled and subconsciously moved two steps away. Actually, I just want to be your daughter. "Father Niu, can I discuss something with you?"
"What? Say it! "He patted his chest.
"Don't suddenly smile at me, alright? I'll think … you want to give me money. "
"… Get lost." Who wants to give you money, can you freaking forget about Father Niu? "Are you that freaking poor? Forget it, on account of you helping me this time. If you lack spirit stones in the future, try to find me. I'll cover for you. "He was a Soul Formation Supremacy after all, he did not lack spirit stones.
"Thank you, Father Niu!" Shen Ying was delighted. "But, can I ask … what exactly did I help you with?"
"Stop pretending." He patted her shoulder. "I know you're loyal. Didn't you leave Blackheaven Sect on your own accord because you were afraid that I'd be put in a difficult position?"
"No, I just simply wanted to change a place to eat."
"You won't look like one if you keep pretending." Lonemoon gave her a look that said stop joking. "With your foodie nature, how long has it been and you're already sick of it? And I heard that the External Affairs Hall has a wide variety of ingredients. "
Yi Qing suddenly interrupted. "What Master means is that the External Affairs Hall previously notified that the new batch of disciples had all succeeded in Grain Liberation, so there's no more ingredients for them to collect." Master could not possibly go hungry.
What?
"…" Shen Ying's knee was stabbed.
A while later.
"Then … then what's up with these people?" He pointed at the five unconscious people on the ground. "You're obviously able to defeat those people from the Xuanyuan family, but you didn't do it in the Blackheaven Sect. Isn't it because you're afraid of hurting those low-level disciples for my sake?"
"No!" Shen Ying shook her head.
"Why not?"
"Uh … there were too many people at that time. It was very troublesome to fight, and it would take a long time."
"Huh?" What did that mean?
"And it was almost noon at that time." It would be a pity to miss lunch time. "So I was completely …"
"Shut up, don't say anymore!" Lonemoon covered her mouth with one hand. Her heart of glass was smashed into pieces. Can you live honestly in your own mind, hey?
(∀ ∀ □ ′) Ngu━ nguo
"Master, where are we going next?" Seeing that the two of them were almost done eating, Yi Qing extinguished the fire and habitually cleaned up the picnic scene.
Shen Ying paused and turned to look at a certain person beside her who had a look of resentment on his face.
"Why are you looking at me?" Lonemoon glared at her. He was still angry. "Who did this to us! I have nowhere to go now. You guys can go wherever you want, I'll do as I please. "
Shen Ying thought for a moment and glanced at the five people who were still lying on the ground. Her eyes narrowed and she stood up to stretch.
"I'm full and have nothing to do. Why don't we … find someone to settle the score?"
"…"
"…"
— — — —
Upper Azure World, Xuanyuan Family.
"Master …" A disciple ran into the back hall in a panic. "Bad news, bad news!"
"What's the commotion about?" The man sitting at the head of the table opened his eyes. "Why are you so flustered? What exactly happened?"
"The front hall … two Soul Formation cultivators suddenly barged into the front hall."
"Soul Formation cultivators?" The man frowned. "Since there are cultivators seeking refuge, you can ask Fifth Elder to make arrangements. There's no need to inform me."
"No … they're not here to seek refuge. They said … they said they're here to … settle the score!"
"What?" The Xuan Yuan Family Patriarch's expression darkened. "What arrogance. Two Soul Formation cultivators actually dare to come to the Xuan Yuan Family Patriarch's house and behave atrociously! Inform the Disciplinary Hall Master to bring people to arrest those two. "
"The Hall Master has already … fallen."
"How is that possible?!" The man was shocked.
"They … they're sword cultivators. Not only the Disciplinary Hall Master, but several Soul Formation elders also went, but they could not stop those two."
"Sword cultivators from the Lower Realm, could they be …" The man's eyes widened. He paced back and forth anxiously. "Have the five Traveling Immortal patriarchs returned?"
"No … no …"
"They haven't returned yet!" The man became even more anxious. "Of all times, quickly inform all the Soul Formation cultivators in the family to come over and hold those two sword cultivators back."
"Yes, Master." The disciple immediately turned and ran out.
The man became even more anxious. He sent out a few voice transmissions, but there was no response. "What's going on? Why aren't any of the five Traveling Immortal uncles responding? Where did they go? "
"Are you talking about them?" Suddenly, a female voice sounded beside his ear.
The man jumped in fright. He turned his head abruptly, only to realize that there was someone beside him. "Who … who are you? When did you stand here! "He actually did not notice her at all.
"My name is Shen Ying. I came with that young man just now!" Shen Ying pointed in the direction where the disciple had gone.
Just now? How was that possible? He clearly did not see anyone else enter. His heart sank. Suddenly, he thought of something.
"You … you're in cahoots with those two sword cultivators who barged in?" He took a step back warily. Only then did he see that the woman seemed to be holding onto a rope. He looked along the rope and saw that there seemed to be something tied up at the end. The woman pulled gently, and instantly, a string of human figures were pulled out. Thud, thud, thud. All of them fell to the ground.
"Uncle!" The man's eyes widened. Only then did he realize that the people who were tied up like dumplings on the ground were the five Traveling Immortals who had yet to return. "Why are you …"
"Who's that … you're their parent, right? Let's have a chat? "
"Demoness, what did you do to my uncles?" The man glared at her angrily. He immediately summoned a spirit sword and slashed at her. "How dare you treat the people of my Xuan Yuan Family like this. I'll kill you!"
"Master, don't!" The five dumplings cried out in unison.
One minute later …
Shen Ying used her sleeves to sweep the half-destroyed seat and slowly sat down. She scanned the rear hall, which looked like it had just been hit by a typhoon. She casually stepped on the chest of the Xuan Yuan Family's patriarch, who was already swollen beyond recognition. "Now … can we talk?"
Patriarch Xuan Yuan: "…"
The five dumplings: "…"
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
