Chapter 226 The Blind Martial Uncle Was Made to Cry by His Black-Hearted Nephew 04
Before seeing the Quick Transmigration Bureau information: 888: Hehe ∩∩
888 after seeing the Quick Transmigration Bureau information: No, hehe^
"Sheng Sheng, the Quick Transmigration Bureau says this world is a bit special. There's a reborn villain who's turned evil, a protagonist who's reincarnated and cultivates the ruthless path because of love, a protagonist who falls in love with his master instead, and an unreliable sect leader who transmigrated from another world. Not to mention, there are also some random passersby who transmigrated to the cultivation world..."
In short, to sum it up in one sentence, this little world has become a sieve.
"And Sheng Sheng, your mission this time is to stop those outsiders from destroying the cultivation world. A friendly reminder: they are about to build missiles."
Yu Sheng stared at 888 with a blank expression.
This damn mission, and those bored time travelers.
Why the hell would they build missiles if they had nothing better to do?!
Aren't you all being a bit ridiculous?
"So... the reason Feng Ciye had such murderous intent towards him before was because he was a reborn, corrupted villain?!"
888 nodded guiltily.
Then, just before Yu Sheng was about to kick it away, it leaped into the air, getting three meters away from Yu Sheng, ensuring that Yu Sheng wouldn't get so angry that she would take it out on it.
Yu Sheng was so angry she laughed.
You think you can avoid getting beaten up just because you run fast, huh?
Yu Sheng pointed precisely in the direction of 888, and the crimson spiritual energy transformed into a spiritual hammer. With a flick of her finger, Yu Sheng smashed the hammer into 888's head.
888 cried out in pain and ran away, covering its head, but the hammer seemed to have locked onto it. Wherever it ran, the hammer followed, hitting it every now and then.
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, I was wrong, okay?"
"Huh? What did you do wrong?"
888 hung her head and said, "I shouldn't have lied to you, Sheng Sheng. I really know I was wrong. Can our gentle and generous Sheng Sheng let it go?"
Seeing that it had a good attitude in admitting its mistake, Yu Sheng withdrew her spiritual power.
888 breathed a sigh of relief.
"But Sheng Sheng, didn't Qin Ningsu just say you shouldn't use your spiritual power for now? You actually did this just to beat me up..."
"Stop—" Yu Sheng interrupted its fantasy. "Anyway, you're not going to die. I don't care, so why are you worried?"
888: Of course I'm worried that you'll die before you even get your hands on Feng Ciye.
"Speaking of which, I remember that in the original story, when Feng Ciye took revenge on the original owner of the body later on, he was already the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan, right?"
888 nodded in agreement.
"So it seems that he was the one who attacked the original owner in the Abyss of Vengeful Spirits. No wonder I sensed a murderous aura from him back then; it turns out he was reborn."
888 felt guilty and didn't say anything about it, afraid that if it spoke, Yu Sheng would remember how it had tricked him and then hit it with a hammer again.
"Sheng Sheng, it seems that it will be much more difficult for you to hook up with your husband like before this time."
Yu Sheng, however, didn't seem to care much about any of that. He said, "Don't worry, being reborn is great! That makes it even more exciting!"
888: It knew it!
"However, Sheng Sheng, Feng Ciye really wants you dead now. He has spread the word among his demon subordinates that you cannot see or use your spiritual power and mental strength to one of the various sects, especially the Sword Sect's mortal enemy, the eternally second-place Chaotian Sect."
"I imagine that when the Immortal Sect Assembly comes around, those perennial runners-up from the Chaotian Sect will most likely use this as an excuse to cause trouble. Sheng Sheng, you'd better be careful..."
Yu Sheng gave a soft "Mmm" and said, "Do I look like an easy target to you?"
888 shook his head. "But don't forget that your good junior nephew Feng Ciye isn't your love-struck husband anymore; he's just thinking about how to kill you!"
"Kill me?" Yu Sheng said softly, with a meaningful tone, "It's not impossible~"
888 said expressionlessly, "Tone down that flamboyant little wavy line of yours, don't think I don't know which 'fun' you're talking about!"
Yu Sheng: Hehe.
Which other "弄" could it be? Of course it's...
At that moment, Feng Ciye, who was meditating in his room, suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason. "Achoo—"
Who's talking about him?
Why do I still feel a chill on my back?
Before Feng Ciye could think any further, he sneezed several more times in a row.
Feng Ciye's face darkened.
Don't let him know who's talking behind his back, otherwise...
******
A gentle breeze rustled through the bamboo grove, and the shadows of the trees swayed in the moonlight. Under the cover of the many shadows, a slender figure stepped barefoot into the hot spring hidden by the bamboo grove.
The temperature difference between the inside and outside of the water made Yu Sheng shiver for a moment, but that was all.
888 cautiously observed its surroundings from the shore, seemingly wary of the arrival of suspicious individuals.
The sound of rushing water and swaying tree shadows mingled together, making it exceptionally conspicuous in the otherwise quiet night.
Yu Sheng submerged most of her body in the water, her back against the edge of the hot spring, and let out a satisfied sigh.
Unfortunately, no one was there to go for a soak with him.
Just as Yu Sheng was lamenting that no one was there to enjoy the comfort of the hot spring with him, he heard a series of rhythmic footsteps coming from not far away.
Although the owner of those footsteps tried to keep the sound as soft as possible, it still couldn't escape Yu Sheng's ears.
Since Yu Sheng is currently blind, her hearing is particularly acute.
Hearing the familiar footsteps, Yu Sheng smiled and asked, "Is that Anian?"
The owner of those footsteps paused, then stopped moving forward.
888, however, stuck out its tongue and looked around warily.
"Hmm? So it's A-Ye," Yu Sheng said to herself, seemingly convinced that the person not far away was Feng Ciye.
888: Is it Feng Ciye? No wonder Yu Sheng stayed up late to soak in the hot spring; she was trying to hook up with a husband.
Not far away, Feng Ciye was wearing a black, wide-sleeved robe and a gilded mask on his face.
His true appearance was impossible to discern.
Feng Ciye slowly walked towards Yu Sheng. As 888 bared its teeth at him, he flicked his sleeve, and 888 fell to the ground motionless.
"Ah Ye?" Yu Sheng turned around and "looked" at Feng Ciye in confusion.
Feng Ciye deliberately lowered his voice and chuckled, "Immortal Venerable Yaoyue, I am not your precious disciple, much less your nephew..."
Yu Sheng, puzzled, suddenly changed her expression, and even her tone became cold: "Who are you? How did you manage to get through the Sword Sect's protective formation?"
Feng Ciye smiled, but his gaze fell on Yu Sheng's lifeless eyes.
"It seems that Immortal Venerable Yaoyue has indeed become a cripple, just as the rumors say."
Yu Sheng was immediately enraged. "What brings you to my Yaoyue Peak?"
Feng Ciye laughed exaggeratedly, his fingers lightly stroking Yu Sheng's cheek. "Of course, I've come to... witness the current wretched state of the renowned Yaoyue Immortal Venerable..."
Yu Sheng slapped his hand away, her voice unusually cold, "So now you've seen it? Since you have, please leave."
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