"Master? Master?"
Pan Yang felt someone gently patting his sleeve. He shook his head slightly, feeling a little dizzy, and just opened his eyes.
A water glass was handed to him: "Master, are you thirsty? Would you like some?"
Pan Yang was a little lost in thought. When he came to his senses, the man was still holding the cup, so he took it and placed it on the table.
001: "Welcome, host, to the new world! The world of immortals and heroes!"
Can I request a switch to a different system?
"Host, you're dreaming! Please accept the plot."
In this world of cultivation, the cultivation realm is divided into multiple sects, the three most powerful being the Qingfeng Sect, the Wujian Sect, and the Pingyi Sect.
The original owner's name was Jiang Panyang, the junior brother of the Qingfeng Sect leader. To be precise, there were five immortal venerables in the Qingfeng Sect, and the original owner was the youngest but also the most serious and strict.
He only had three personal disciples, and they were all disciplined terribly every day. The original owner's personality had also offended many people.
Who knew that one day the Demon Lord would descend upon the world, the demon race would rise rapidly, and the human world would be in chaos. The original owner of this body was ambushed and seriously injured by the Demon Lord while he was fighting the demon.
Tormented by demonic energy every day, he was a tough guy who never said a word and bore it all himself. His three disciples were also afraid of the original owner and dared not ask him anything. In the end, the original owner died in the final battle.
Overall, things are relatively calm. All that's needed for Fan Yang is to survive the final battle.
After receiving the plot memories, Pan Yang looked at the person who had just handed him the water. It was Zhou Yang, the original owner's eldest disciple, whom the original owner had picked up before.
Zhou Yang was dressed in light blue clothes, her hair was simply tied up neatly, and she was good-looking, only about nineteen years old.
"Master, is it because the tea is too cold?" Zhou Yang asked, looking at Pan Yang with a question in his mind.
Pan Yang blinked. Wait a minute, in the original owner's memory, although Zhou Yang was the original owner's favorite, he was also the strictest, so Zhou Yang was naturally afraid of the original owner.
But why is this thing pouring tea for me so respectfully? Oh my god! Is this kid trying to kill me? And why is there another Zhou Yang? 001, what are you doing?
They have ill intentions! Your disciple, the original owner, definitely has ulterior motives!
001: "..." Please, host, stop being such a drama queen!
Zhou Yang looked at his master with a bewildered expression, his gaze shifting between different angles: "Master, are you angry with me? I promise I'll practice my spiritual energy techniques diligently and won't embarrass you!"
Pan Yang shook his head and patted him on the shoulder: "Well done, try to take my place and then step down."
"Yes." Zhou Yang obediently agreed and left the room, but then something felt off about his master's words.
Before he could think further, he saw his junior sister, Jiang Meishuang, rushing over: "Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother has been bullied. Those bastards from the Wujian Sect in the trial grounds are bullying him again. I can't beat them, so I can only come to you."
Zhou Yang frowned: "Haven't they learned their lesson from the beating a few days ago? Don't tell Master about this, let's handle it ourselves."
"Hmm!" Jiang Meishuang thought to herself, "I shouldn't have told you either."
In recent days, in order to promote friendship among the immortal sects, some disciples have been sent to other sects to attend classes. The Wujian Sect sent four disciples, and each of them was more arrogant than the last.
As soon as Zhou Yang arrived, he saw several people arguing. Several disciples were holding back the furious Jiang Zhouyu (the original owner's second disciple), fearing that they would start fighting.
"Senior brother, please don't be angry. If you fight, the Immortal Venerable and the Sect Leader will scold you again," a junior disciple hurriedly said.
"Oh, are you scared? Tsk, no wonder Immortal Jiang was so strict with you, so this is the kind of person you are."
"Jiang Feng! Believe me or not, I'll hit you!" Jiang Zhouyu pointed at the person who had just spoken.
"Go ahead and hit me if you dare!"
The next second, a stone hit Jiang Feng on the forehead.
"Who attacked us! Who!"
Zhou Yang walked over and patted Jiang Zhouyu on the shoulder: "Don't be angry." Then he looked at Jiang Feng: "What's wrong with me hitting him?"
"Oh, who did I think it was? It's Zhou Yang." Jiang Feng said after recognizing Zhou Yang, crossing his arms in front of his chest: "Zhou Yang, you have two junior brothers and sisters who both share the surname Jiang with your master, so how come you're Zhou?"
Jiang Zhouyu sensed something was wrong and pointed at Jiang Feng, yelling, "You bastard, what nonsense are you spouting!"
"Who are you calling a bastard!" Jiang Feng, not knowing what was going on, became even more agitated and immediately flung his sleeves, ready to fight Jiang Zhouyu.
Zhou Yang blocked Jiang Zhouyu's way: "What business is it of yours what my master thinks? You dog, you bastard."
"You're the bastard! Immortal Master Jiang probably never intended to take you as his disciple! What gives you the right to call me a bastard!"
Jiang Meishuang realized that things had gotten really out of hand.
Sure enough, an hour later, the group stood in two rows in the main hall.
Sect Leader Lin Lin'an sighed, "When are you all going to stop causing trouble? You haven't had a single peaceful day in a month! This is a celestial sect, not some mortal bandits! Zhou Yang!"
Zhou Yang took a step forward: "Here."
“You are the eldest, how can you be so insensible? You are the one I trust the most, and you are also the one that the Immortal Venerable favors the most. You guys are just afraid that he won’t be angry, right?”
Zhou Yang gritted his teeth, looked at Lin Lin'an, and finally opened his mouth: "This disciple knows his mistake."
Jiang Feng smiled smugly: "I won't hold it against you."
"You're still laughing! Your master didn't leave you here to fight!"
"..."
"Pan Yang!" Lin Lin'an's eyes lit up when he saw someone passing by the main hall: "Have you heard about your disciples getting into a fight again?"
When the sect leader suddenly called out to him, Pan Yang blinked. Could he say that he didn't know anything and just wanted to walk around and watch the show?
"Pan Yang, don't be too angry. You guys can all leave now."
Pan Yang blinked, looked at Jiang Feng and the others, snorted coldly, and then his three disciples walked over slowly with their heads down.
"This disciple knows her mistake." It was Jiang Meishuang who spoke first. The young girl lowered her head and clutched the hem of her clothes with both hands, not daring to look up at Fan Yang.
The remaining two also admitted their mistakes.
"Who won?"
"Huh?" The three were clearly surprised, but Zhou Yang finally spoke up: "It's a draw, they outnumbered us."
Pan Yang shook his head. These people are no good. They can't even win against counterfeits. Their future is bleak.
As Zhou Yang was about to wander off elsewhere, he quickly said, "Master, are you angry? This disciple is incompetent and shouldn't have taken offense. All the sects of the immortal realm are one."
"..." Damn it! "Stop! I'm not angry. We'll win next time."
"Yes. Huh? We won?" The three looked blank, then nodded firmly, believing their master was always right: "We understand!"
Jiang Zhouyu: "Next time I'll beat him so badly his own mother wouldn't recognize him!"
"Promising!" That's the spirit! It reminds me of my younger days!
001: "..." Please, host, don't corrupt the children!
The group finally dispersed, and Pan Yang felt a great sense of accomplishment. As expected of him, it seemed he was quite capable of educating children.
Finally, Huan Yang simply found a patch of grass, lay down, and relaxed completely.
"001?"
001: "Does the host have any questions?"
"You were developed by them."
001 remained calm: "What are you talking about, host? Who are they? 001's mission is simply to take the host to another dimension to complete the mission."
"I see..." Ha, that bastard never tells the truth.
Zhou Yang...
Pan Yang closed his eyes, recalling Zhou Yang from these different worlds. If it were just a similar name, that would be one thing, but the feeling was incredibly similar, even the appearance was similar, and the feeling he had for Zhou Yang was the same…
It's really quite strange.
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