My Master Disconnected Yet Again

“Feng… San!”

“Little Zhen, listen to me! It’s not like that… Ahya! It hurts, it hurts… Little child!”

Suddenly, within the hall, frightening cries followed one after another.

The master and disciple duo sitting in a corner calmly sipping tea…

“Master.”

“Oh?”

“Should we stop the two of them?”

“I don’t think that’s necessary?” Shen Ying had not watched a good family drama in a long time. This was refreshing. “They haven’t torn the house apart. There’s no hurry, no hurry!”

“Yes Master, no problem Master!”

“Eh! Have you sharpened the vegetable knife?”

“You should sharpen it first. For all you know, they might need it later!” He was afraid he would destroy these two adorable people by accident.

“…”

An hour later, the two of them finally stopped fighting.

Perhaps because he knew he was wrong, Feng San willingly became Long Zhen’s punching bag. No matter what Long Zhen did to him, he showed no intention of fighting back. Long Zhen was thus engaged in a one-sided battle. Maybe they forgot to employ their best techniques. The house was still standing, although the tables and chairs in it were all shattered to pieces. The only table left standing was the one at which Shen Ying was seated, and only because Yi Qing had set up an array to protect it.

Feng San was unrecognisable by now. His alluring and smooth face was now swollen beyond recognition. He turned weakly to face Long Zhen, still trying to explain himself. “Little Zhen, it’s not what you think.”

“Get lost!” Long Zhen could not contain her anger. She kicked him one more time. “Everyone in the Divine World knows that you, Supreme Divinity Feng San, are a player. You have plenty of female divine beings in your backyard fighting for your attention – each of them incomparably beautiful.” She was crazy to have fallen for his trick.

“Little Zhen, believe me. This is a misunderstanding. I have never touched them!”

“Hmph, I couldn’t tell that you’re a playboy?” Long Zhen’s gaze was chilling, daring him to continue lying to her. “Oh yes, isn’t your new lady on the way? Why isn’t she coming in? I’m just in time to celebrate your marriage.”

Feng San tried to say something, but Long Zhen turned and stalked out of the hall. A moment later, she was dragging someone into the hall. That person was wearing dressed in a red bridal dress. Her face was veiled, and she just slightly taller than Long Zhen.

“Little Zhen…” Feng San slowly got to his feet while holding on to his swollen head. “Listen to me.”

“The person who sent her here said she’s an absolute beauty,” Long Zhen said, smiling. “Even I envy her good looks. I trust you wouldn’t mind if I take a look?”

Once she finished, she unveiled the woman, revealing an exceptionally beautiful face. She indeed was exquisite.Her eyebrows were very nicely shaped and she had cherry lips. She also looked slightly Caucasian, especially since her eyes were so huge. She would have caught anybody’s eye – her face was practically glowing. In fact, she looked… quite familiar.

Pui…

The master and disciple who had been sipping on tea could not help but spit out a mouthful of the tea they just drank.

Holy shit! This can’t be?

“Indeed, she’s one of a kind.” Long Zhen glanced at the two people beside her and her heart froze. She immediately shoved the veil into Feng San’s hand and said, “Well, I wish the both of you… Eh? You….”

Before she could finish speaking, her eyes widened, as if discovering something.

The bride who had been standing aside silently, suddenly turned Long Zhen around, drawing her immortal sword and holding it to her neck. Below the two of them, an array appeared. “Don’t move. If you don’t want to die, get me out of this wretched place!”

“Little Zhen!” Feng San exclaimed, his expression falling. “If you dare to hurt her, I will kill you!”

A ball of black QI flowed out from the bride’s palms. “If you don’t want her to die, then move back!”

“Is this… Yin Qi? Who are you? What do you want?” Is this person a ghost immortal! Feng San retracted his hand and looked anxiously at the hostage. “Little Zhen, don’t be afraid. I will rescue you.”

“Who needs your help!” Long Zhen looked absolutely enraged. Without any hesitation, she broke out of the immobilising lock. Her body seemed to flash with lightning as she dealt a blow to the person behind her.

The bride was not prepared for it. She moved backward a couple of steps from the impact. The Yin Qi in her palms momentarily dissipated.

The two of them started. That was not Yin Qi!

The bride immediately turned around and attempted to run out of the main hall.

“Where are you thinking of going?” Feng San scoffed. Immediately, an array lit up at the doorway, blocking it off. He flicked his wrist and summoned a True Phoenix Fire, throwing it toward the bride with all of his strength.

The fireball got closer and closer and was just about to hit the bride. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of the doorway. She raised her hand and caught the fireball. She clenched her fists, and the fireball disappeared with a hissing sound.

Feng San: “…”

Shen Ying turned to look at the bride, raising her hand in greeting. “Hey, Father Niu!”

Lonemoon, who had narrowly escaped death, looked like he was frozen to the ground.

A while later…

A loud roar filled the entire main hall.

“Hey your ass!” He used the side of the sword to hit Shen Ying’s head. “Where the hell have you been?”

“Ouch ouch ouch…” Shen Ying subconsciously rubbed her head. “I came here to search for you, didn’t I?”

“Search my ass! Do you think I’m blind? You happened to bump into me, didn’t you? That must be the case!”

“Don’t focus on these little details!”

“Is this a freaking detail? I was nearly roasted!”

“Don’t blame Master,” Yi Qing said, coming to Shen Ying’s defence immediately. He felt helpless about the height difference between him and Lonemoon. He could not do anything to calm Lonemoon down given his size. “The three of us got separated. It’s a miracle that Master managed to find the two of us.”

Lonemoon glanced down and hesitated. “Who… is this little rascal?”

Yi Qing: “…”

Shen Ying: “…”

——————

An hour later.

“In other words, you were originally a dragon. That’s why the moment you got to the Divine Realm, you got recalled into your body.” Lonemoon, who had just finished listening to the entire story, scanned Yi Qing from head to toe.

“Yes,” Yi Qing nodded.

Lonemoon pursed his lips. It was no wonder that he was such a cheat from the beginning. His cultivation level increased so quickly that it seemed almost like a game to him. So all this time, he was already at the finish line.

Damn it! These winners at life who only got in through the back door! No matter how hard Lonemoon tried, he could not keep up with them!

“Father Niu, actually…” Shen Ying began.

“Shut up!” Lonemoon immediately shouted, glaring at Shen Ying. You were born with a crazy advantage, so you have no right to talk!

“Oh.”

“Long… Yi Qing.” Long Zhen could not help but ask, “Since this fellow Daoist is your friend, it seems like we had a misunderstanding earlier. How should I address him?”

Yi Qing subconsciously answered, “This is Father-”

“I am Lonemoon!” Father your ass! Lonemoon cupped his fists and bowed. “I’m sorry, I was not sure of the situation earlier. I apologise if I offended you, Supreme Divinity. Please forgive me.”

“No worries,” Long Zhen answered, shaking her head.

“How did you appear here?” Yi Qing asked. At the same time, he scanned Lonemoon’s bridal get-up. He even looked like a woman who was about to get married. If not for the fact that he did not do anything to his face, and that Yi Qing and Shen Ying were familiar with his aura, they would not have recognised him so quickly.

Lonemoon pursed his lips and frowned. A moment later, he sighed and spat, “I found Shortie.”