Chapter 12 - Taming the Ghost King (2/2)
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Every time she smashed the ghost, the Ghost King’s Qi dissipated a little and it became a little thinner. The previously giant Ghost King was now only a third of its original size. The deafening ghostly scream of before had been reduced to a mere whisper.
“Er, Dao Lord…” Even Cultivator Lu could not help interceding on behalf of the Ghost King.
“What!” Shen Ying suddenly turned her head around violently. A killing vibe, or rather a ‘being-disturbed in-her-sleep’ vibe, filled the entire atmosphere.
“Nothing… It’s okay, carry on! ” He swallowed his words silently. Yes, he didn’t see anything.
Shen Ying turned back and continued smashing! Each smash was louder than the last.
For no reason, Yi Qing suddenly remembered that night when he was tricked by Rui Mi; Master had used the same move back then as well. The only difference was that she had used a left and right smash then, but now it was an up and down smash. Don’t tell me Master only knows… knows this one move?
No, no, no. Yi Qing immediately dismissed this ridiculous idea. Master was so strong, how could she know only this style of kid-fighting? Impossible!
An hour later…
The Ghost King had already lost the strength to even groan. Shen Ying finally stopped this one-sided thrashing match because… she had fallen asleep again.
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Seeing that its opponent was not moving, the Ghost King, who was already half its original size, instantly turned into a black gas and burrowed back into the Soul Devouring Gonfalon. The seal array was so torn that only a few runes could be seen on it. It desperately tried to hide itself behind a rune. The whole flag was shivering!
Yi Qing: “…”
Cultivator Lu: “…”
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When Shen Ying woke up, it was the next morning. She stretched her waist in routine. She could see two pairs of eyes looking straight at her. The only difference between them was that one was filled with enthusiasm and the other was filled with… fear?
“Er, good morning!” Startled, she greeted reflexively.
“Good morning, Master.” Yi Qing could only manage this reply after a long moment. He glanced at her hesitantly. “You’re… awake?”
“Yes.” Shen Ying nodded, rubbing her shoulder. She casually asked, “By the way, how did I fall asleep last night? Why does my back feel so sore after waking up as if I’ve been in a fight?”
The two: “…” Didn’t you just fight?
“Master, you… don’t remember?” asked Yi Qing.
“Why are you looking at me like that? What’s wrong?” Shen Ying frowned. Why were they looking at her with that constipated expression? “What happened last night?”
The two exchanged a look, and answered resolutely in unison.
“Nothing!”
“Nothing!”
“Oh.” Unconcerned, Shen Ying started shaking her particularly sore left hand. She then realized that half of the surrounding bamboo forest had been toppled down, and most of their branches were bare except for a few leaves. Were there strong winds yesterday? Must have been some powerful wind. She walked two paces, and saw a huge hole in front of her as if the ground had been smashed hard by something. Well… the scenery was really interesting.
“By the way, whatever your name is… how much further to your house?” She looked back at the cultivator named Lu.
Cultivator Lu shivered, hiding himself behind Yi Qing. “Not far… not far, the bamboo forest is just ahead. We will reach there in a quarter of an hour.”
“Good!” She turned to Yi Qing. “Chef… Disciple… er, your name is Qing something?”
“Master, I am Yi Qing.”
“Oh, Yi Qing. Let’s hit the road and escort him back.”
“Right, Master.”
Yi Qing immediately followed behind, at the same time picking up a bell from the ground which he handed to Cultivator Lu.
“Hey… Qing… After sending him back, will we have enough to pay for the travel fare?”
“We will have enough, Master.”
“Do you think that Whatever-you-call-it Sect is generous with its hospitality?”
“Master, they are called the Blackheaven Sect, an established sect for cultivating immortals that has many followers. As for their hospitality, I do not know.”
“Then do you think… they will invite us to stay for dinner?”
“Huh? Huh!”
“I’m famished.”
“…”