Pushing through the bustling crowd, Ye Qinghan and his two companions found their master.
"Shiyao, don't disturb Master's rest."
As Ye Qinghan said this, he led his sisters to sit on the steps behind their master. Li Shiyao had been woken up early by Ye Qinghan and her junior sister and hadn't had breakfast yet.
"Is Shiyao hungry?"
Li Shiyao was stunned for a moment. At this moment, she was not wearing the Bewitching Bell, which meant that she was in a dazed state.
Even so, Li Shiyao could easily understand that she must be very hungry at this moment.
"Mmm! Shiyao is hungry!"
"Then let's go hungry for a while~" It seemed like he was teasing Li Shiyao, since Li Shiyao always carried dry food with her.
"What are you looking at, Senior Sister?" Li Shiyao wasn't that hungry, so she just sat down next to Ye Qinghan.
Ye Qinghan sat on the steps, gazing at his master's back from afar: "When I first became his disciple, my master was just like this."
Dongfang Jue also looked at Su Cheng. If some small items were placed on the table, his master would seem to turn into a peddler.
"I heard that Senior Sister knelt for a whole day before she could get Master's attention. Was Master like that back then?"
"Yes, but I know that Master is pretending to be asleep."
"Pretending to be asleep?" Dongfang Jue was puzzled. She didn't know Su Cheng's thoughts and situation at the time, and felt that Su Cheng had no reason to do such a thing.
"Hehe, perhaps it's a test from Master?"
More than half a year ago, Su Cheng completed his mission to end the apocalypse, killing the last god who held the power of destiny and ending the war.
The system popped up a notification that the mission in this world had ended and Su Cheng would be heading to the next instance.
The room was filled with Xiao Ai's scent; apart from Xiao Ai and a few close attendants, there were practically no others.
People come to this room.
Su Cheng sat quietly on that false throne, gazing at the teacup beside the black leather document; it was tea brewed by Xiao Ai.
Su Cheng had never seen anyone add sugar to their tea before, but what was even more incredible was that once he drank it every day, he seemed to have gotten used to the taste.
There was no farewell, and there were even documents on the table that he hadn't had time to look at, but Su Cheng wasn't really interested in looking at them anyway.
To be honest, I'm tired.
He was a so-called demigod, but Su Cheng didn't understand what that meant. He would still die; he couldn't withstand a god-slaying armor-piercing bullet.
Even compared to Ye Qinghan and others, without protective true qi, they were practically no different from being made of paper.
Furthermore, by traversing different instance worlds, their lifespan is almost eternal.
He didn't know how much time had passed since his first time travel, or whether there was even a first time, or if he simply had no earlier memories.
He has transformed from a child who once indulged in extravagance and enjoyed the time-travel process into what he is today.
He's an actor who occasionally throws in his own ideas. Perhaps the script is indeed good, but the feeling of being trapped in it and unable to get out is hard to describe.
He lost his personal tracking anchor, and his previously personal authority, Zero Two, did not travel with him due to its special nature.
He lost his authority and his anchor; he had no power and could not contact anyone.
He doesn't understand cultivation and isn't interested in it. If he could, he would rather live like Li Shiyao, just eating and waiting to die.
But as luck would have it, he got entangled with a troublesome fox, followed by the Holy Maiden and the Princess of the Southern Region, one after another, keeping him busy.
The so-called feigning sleep is not a test, but merely a means to avoid trouble.
He was just an ordinary person with no cultivation, and he couldn't use the treasures in the system.
Without power, wealth will only attract hungry wolves.
This is reality. Whether one wields immense power or is incredibly wealthy, it's all just a matter of living hand to mouth and barely scraping by.
Su Cheng truly saw through it all. Life is like an electrocardiogram, with its ups and downs. Thirty years on the east bank of the river, and another thirty years spent soaking in the river. But even while soaking in the river, you can still see the west bank.
Wealth, weapons, power, women—he has experienced being looked up to and being looked down upon.
He didn't think it was that great.
Because what he gave was far more than what he received.
Those who love him are far more important than those mentioned above.
Moreover, when his power is infinitely close to divine authority, no one can share his troubles, or even understand them.
"Do you think that's a saint?"
"Blonde hair...very big...she's a saint!"
"So the people next to her are Ye Qinghan and Dongfang Jue?"
"Yes, I watched Ye Yanwang's duel. That was Ye Yanwang himself!"
If it were just Su Cheng alone, such a small stall wouldn't attract much attention.
But the sight of three beautiful women sitting on the steps nearby was quite conspicuous, even attracting the attention of Cang Jue, who arrived late.
Cang Jue was somewhat puzzled. Didn't Su Cheng want to take on a disciple?
Why bother with all this?
If it were just going through the motions before, that would be one thing, but Su Cheng clearly said this morning that he planned to take on apprentices to put on a show.
However, she didn't intend to interfere too much. There was still some work to be done in Lingshan, and Su Cheng had also asked her to find a positioning anchor point.
At this moment, a group of people had gathered in front of Su Cheng's small table, but they were all watching from a distance and no one dared to disturb Sect Leader Su's sweet dream.
After all, three incredibly powerful disciples were sitting right next to them, and these three devils were all known for their bad tempers!
However, with so many people, there are bound to be some brave ones.
Perhaps they thought that since they were all women, it would be easier to talk to them?
Or perhaps they feel that matters on the martial arts field should not affect their daily lives.
After all, the three of them seemed to be chatting and laughing, and didn't look very serious.
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