My Master Disconnected Yet Again

Chapter 195: A Slightly Different Shortie

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The girl on the floor paused and her eyes widened. She looked directly at Shen Ying, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Her clear eyes welled up immediately as if she could hold her tears back no longer. She began to cry.

Shen Ying jumped. “Why are you crying?”

The girl began to wail.

“Wah... Divine... Divine Immortal, Sect Master...” She pounced on Shen Ying and hugged her thighs, crying even harder than before. “Sect Master, you recognised me... You really recognised me... Wah!” Shen Ying knew who she was! She looked completely different now – she had become a completely different person. Yet, she knew who she was immediately!

Er...

Shen Ying pursed her lips. The girl on the floor had looked at her as if she was dying to offer up some joss sticks. It would be difficult not to recognise her!

“Don’t cry.” Shen Ying tried to shake her off her thighs, but she could not move her legs. That was why she always thought children were troublesome – they were equally troublesome even after growing up.

“Yes, Sect Master!” She nodded, but the tears did not stop flowing.

“It’s you!” Hui Ling exclaimed. A complicated expression flashed across her face. “How did you get here?”

Shen Ying turned and glanced at Hui Ling. She was about to respond when the immortal Qi around her seemed to explode. She felt a strong wind. Xin Han had drawn his ice blade and was charging toward her with it, intending to force her to back away.

“Be careful!” The girl who had been hugging Shen Ying’s legs shouted. Her tears finally stopped.

The ice blade was just about to enter Shen Ying’s body. Shen Ying paused. She did not try to push the blade away. She merely lifted her hand and there was a spurt of blood that covered the floor.

“Ah!” A painful scream shot across the entire immortal palace. With a loud thud, an arm dropped onto the floor.

Shen Ying glanced at the arm and back at the man in front of her. She paused. “Er... I forgot I was holding on to your arm.” Who knew that it would break so easily? Why did you use so much strength to cut off your own arm?

“You... Who exactly are you?” Xin Han had gone completely pale. He retreated several steps, then conjured several spells to stop the pain. He did not take his eyes off Shen Ying the entire time. He could not break free of her grip earlier, and now he lost an arm. Horrible!

“Stop this nonsense. we’re going to fight anyway. Let’s see who wins first,” Shen Ying said irritably. “Get moving!”

Xin Han’s expression fell. He did not dare to make another careless mistake. He regulated all his immortal Qi and conjured a hundred thousand wind blades. Then, he summoned his intrinsic dharmic artifact. “Hmph! I don’t care who you are, but you’re not leaving this place today.”

The entire room became filled with icy wind blades. Together, they acted like a blender. Everything in their wake was left in shreds. The beautiful immortal palace became a room of dust. They could even see the sky and the soil now because the ceiling and the ground were reduced to dust.

He flicked a finger and all the wind blades shot toward Shen Ying. At the same time, Xin Han used the pure white immortal sword in his hand to charge toward Shen Ying.

Shen Ying felt another strong gust of wind. All the wind blades were heading toward her, but they combusted once they got near her and fell onto the ground. She did not feel a thing – only the hairs on her head flying because of the wind.

What kind of skill is this... Why was he blowing wind at her? Was he trying to blow her away?

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She looked up at Xin Han and frowned. Taking a step forward, she reached out and grabbed his collar. “Sorry, your breath stinks!”

After saying this, she dealt him a blow downwards.

There was a series of cracking sounds. A huge crack appeared beneath her feet. They began to sink downward. The entire peak had been split into two. Yet, she did not stop. She moved aside and then dealt another blow downward. Xin Han, who was already half-buried in the ground just kept sinking further... and further...

History has a scary habit of repeating itself...

Shen Ying did not feel too happy because... it was lunchtime and Chef was gone!

Two minutes later...

She pushed the man in her hands aside and turned to face the girl behind her. “Hey, Little Shortie!”

“Sect... Master?” The girl behind her stared blankly back at her. It was obvious that she was shocked at what she had just witnessed. Shen Ying was indeed worthy of being the sect master!

“Keep the lamp.” Shen Ying pointed at the Spirit Convening Lamp not far away. “Father Niu will get angry if it’s spoilt.”

“Yes!” The girl regained her composure and ran toward the lamp. She picked it up, but just when she wanted to return to Shen Ying’s side, someone gripped her ankle.

“Qiao... Qiao.” She had no idea where Xin Han was getting this energy from. He looked at her with his blue-green and swollen face. “How could you treat me this way?”

She paused. Something flashed across her eyes. She smiled gently at him. The smile illuminated her face – she was so shockingly beautiful. Even Xin Han was shocked.

“Xin Han...” She sucked in a deep breath, raised her leg, aimed for his most vulnerable area and stomped down hard. “F*ck you! I’m not your f*cking Qiao Qiao! I said I’m Xuan Tong. I’ve been disgusted by the two of you for two months now. You’re so disgusting... so disgusting... so disgusting!”

She kept stomping on him. He was Celestial Emperor Xin Han, one of the ten Celestial Emperors afterall. Yet, at that moment, he was reduced to nothing but pain. He shrivelled up like a shrimp, wailing and screaming.

Shen Ying: “...”

Who taught this child what she knows?

“Stop!” Someone shouted. Hui Ling rushed up and shouted indignantly at Xuan Tong, “He’s already so miserable, why are you still bullying him? You don’t have to be so evil, do you?”

Xuan Tong frowned. “Lady, he wanted to swap my soul! Is he allowed to be evil while no one else is allowed to seek revenge? You might be willing to swap your soul but I’m not!”

“But you’re fine now, aren’t you?” Hui Ling looked at the wounded man lying on the floor. She could not stop herself from continuing, “What’s more, he’s just trying to find his wife. You were the one who possessed his wife in the first place. What could he have done?”

The more she spoke, the more sense she was making. She was held here against her will, but he had not touched a single hair of hers while she was here. He also always gave in to her. It was obvious that Celestial Emperor Xin Han was not an evil man.

“Lady, are you deaf?” Xuan Tong frowned every more deeply. “I’ve already said it – I’m not Bai Qiao. I don’t care what they had between them and I don’t know why I’m trapped in her body. But this has nothing to do with me!”

“You...” Hui Ling’s voice faded. She glanced worriedly at the man on the ground and remained in front of Xuan Tong. “Live and let live. I will not let you hurt him anymore.”

“Little Xuan...” Xin Han looked up at Hui Ling, obviously moved. “I knew it – you’ve reincarnated but you still love me.” He was getting extremely emotional and looking at Hui Ling as if she was his world. It would not have looked so comical if not for his swollen and blue-green face, as well as his shrivelled up shrimp-like body.

Xuan Tong could no longer stand to watch it. She turned away.

Hui Ling acted like she did not notice Xuan Tong. She helped the man up and shot Xuan Tong a dirty look before saying, “Celestial Emperor, don’t worry. My master will be right over. He will seek justice for you.”

“...” Xuan Tong pursed her lips. She seemed to hear what Elder Lonemoon uttering his signature phrase in her head.

F*cking retards!