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But in the next second, a cry of surprise came from Sheng Wuyang—
“What?! You’re the Undead Divine Master? In that case, you’re also…” Sheng Wuyang extended his index finger and pointed it at the sky as he lowered his voice and said sneakily,” You’re also a Divine Master? The famous Creator of the Undead Continent, which is filled with ghostly energy? ”
The straightforward Sheng Wuyang was so shocked that he blurted out what he was thinking.
Sheng Lingfeng was afraid that Ye Qingyang would punish Sheng Wuyang because he felt offended by Sheng Wuyang’s words, so before Ye Qingyang could answer, Sheng Lingfeng pretended to be angry and reprimanded Sheng Wuyang sternly, “Wuyang! Yesterday, your Mentoress said that you were sick and had a fever. Now, it seems that your brain has been fried!”
Sheng Lingfeng gave Sheng Wuque a look and roared, “Wuque, hurry up and bring this rascal back to his room. Then, invite the Healer to take a look at him and find the cause of his illness!”
“Okay!”
After being scolded by his mentor, Sheng Wuyang realized how outrageous his words were.
“Pfft!”
Just as Sheng Wuque stood up and was about to leave with Sheng Wuyang, Ye Qingyang suddenly laughed. “Mr. Sheng, you don’t have to be so reserved.” Ye Qingyang glanced at Sheng Wuyang and said, “I don’t think he’s sick. He seemed very energetic on the way here.”
Upon hearing this, Sheng Lingfeng, Sheng Wuque, and the others turned pale.
Did Ye Qingyang want to make Sheng Wuyang stay so he could punish him?
Sheng Wuyang was also so afraid that his eyes darted around.
Ye Qingyang was the Undead Divine Master, a psychopathic Divine Master who could trample on all the evil spirits. If he went crazy, there was no telling what would happen to Sheng Wuyang.
“Sir, you’re right. The Undead Continent is indeed a world filled with ghostly energy. After all, the people who live there are all undead who have nowhere to go and refuse to enter reincarnation because of their obsession. However,” Ye Qingyang added seriously, “Don’t forget that every undead with ghost energy was also a cultivator with flesh and blood when they were alive.”
From Ye Qingyang’s words, it seemed like he didn’t intend to pursue the matter, so Sheng Lingfeng heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly cupped his hands at Ye Qingyang. “You’re right. Every phantom is one of our former friends and family. Wuyang made a faux pas earlier, so I will punish him afterwards.”
“It’s normal for you guys to be prejudiced against phantoms.” These people were all his father’s fellow disciples, so how could Ye Qingyang make things difficult for them?
Fortunately, the arrival of two familiar faces at this moment successfully resolved the awkward atmosphere in the banquet hall.
“Haha! When we heard that the Undead Divine Master had arrived, Her Highness and I rushed to Yufu City to meet our good friend. Patriarch Sheng, Madam Sheng, please forgive us for coming uninvited!” As they spoke, Feng Yuncheng and Beatrice, who were wearing camel-colored windbreakers, strode in with some gifts.
This was also the first time they had officially visited the Sheng clan after returning to the Holy Spirit Continent.
After knowing that Feng Yuncheng and Ye Qingyang were friends, Sheng Lingfeng and the others heaved a sigh of relief. This was the first time Sheng Lingfeng felt that Feng Yuncheng was so pleasing to the eye. “Haha, you guys are too polite. Even if you guys didn’t come, we would have sent someone to invite you guys over to accompany our Lord of the Undead!”
Sheng Lingfeng invited the two of them to sit down.
Seeing an acquaintance, Ye Qingyang secretly heaved a sigh of relief and he said to Feng Yuncheng, “Fourth Brother, I came to the Holy Spirit Continent this time to attend your wedding with Beatrice.”
“Is that so?” Feng Yuncheng was a little surprised and felt touched as well.
“Yes.” Nodding, Ye Qingyang leaned against the sofa behind him and said proudly, “Of course, I didn’t want to come, but since Father made this request, as his child, I can’t be unfilial.”
Feng Yuncheng was amused by Ye Qingyang’s words and didn’t know how to react.
“Since you’re here, you’re a VIP of the Holy Spirit Continent.” Feng Yuncheng looked at Sheng Zhou and said, “Brother Sheng Zhou, you have to choose a few fellow disciples to accompany the phantom Lord. The phantom Lord has an upright personality and doesn’t care about trifles. He’s very easy to get along with.”
This was a hint for Sheng Zhou to find a few simple-minded but sincere disciples to accompany Ye Qingyang.
But who would believe that the Undead Divine Master was easy to get along with?
Upon hearing this, Sheng Zhou smiled and agreed, but he was fretting over who to send to accompany Ye Qingyang.
Ye Qingyang took the initiative to say, “Let this man accompany me.” Ye Qingyang pointed at Sheng Wuyang.
Sheng Wuyang’s face turned pale.
What, was the Undead Divine Master planning to make things difficult for him?
Sheng Wuyang wanted to cry, but no tears came out. He hurriedly looked at his Mentor and Eldest Senior Brother for help. “Mentor, Eldest Senior Brother, I’m too blunt and have a sharp tongue. The phantom Lord asked me to accompany him. Do you guys agree?”
He thought to himself, “Reject him, quickly reject him!”
However, Sheng Lingfeng said, “Since the phantom Lord thinks so highly of you, Wuyang, accompany the phantom Lord around the Holy Spirit Continent for the next few days.”
Sheng Wuyang was speechless.
Ye Qingyang curled his finger at Sheng Wuyang and licked his lips as he stared at Sheng Wuyang gloomily and said in a sinister voice, “I like frank and innocent little cuties like you the most. I’ll have to trouble you to accompany me for the next few days.”
Ye Qingyang’s feigned gentle tone and sinister gaze frightened Sheng Wuyang so much that his scalp went cold.
To Sheng Wuyang, Ye Qingyang’s words were no different from saying, “Let me slowly devour you over the next few days.”
With that, Ye Qingyang stood up first and looked down at Sheng Wuyang silently.
He looked like he was urging Sheng Wuyang to get up and leave with him.
In order to make up for his slip of the tongue and not implicate the entire Sheng clan by offending the Undead Divine Master, Sheng Wuyang suppressed his fear of the Undead Divine Master and braced himself to stand up from his chair. Like a quail, he followed behind Ye Qingyang meekly.
After watching the two of them leave, Sheng Zhou frowned and turned to look at Sheng Lingfeng as he said worriedly, “Mentor, will the phantom Lord hurt Wuyang?” No matter what, Wuyang was a disciple of the Sheng clan. Even if he made a mistake, he shouldn’t lose his life because of this.
“Ah Zhou, you still have to hone your judgment.” The one who spoke was Lan Yao, who had sent the children to rest and rushed back to the banquet hall.
Upon hearing this, Sheng Lingfeng looked at Lan Yao gently and said to her, “Ah Ru, tell Ah Zhou about the twists and turns regarding this.”
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