Chapter 91 - Supreme Unhappiness (2/2)
“Get lost!” Lonemoon glared at Shen Ying, “What do you even think about all day? Stop bothering me.”
“Oh,” she picked up the plate of pastries and prepared to leave.
“Come back!” Lonemoon’s mouth twitched, “You weren’t so obedient before. Now, you’re really leaving after I tell you to. Is this how you comfort people? ”
“I thought you don’t want it.”
“Shut up! Leave the pastries here,” he tutted and turned away from Shen Ying, completely ignoring her.
Shen Ying sighed. She had no choice but to walk back to where Lonemoon was. She sat down beside him and stared at the radish field together with him. One by one, she gobbled up the pastries.
Neither of them said a word. The silence was a little strange. The only sound came from Shen Ying chewing her pastries.
Ten minutes passed…
Twenty minutes passed…
Thirty minutes…
An hour…
The sun set and the moon rose in its place.
Lonemoon felt as if a vein in his head just burst. “Would it kill you to say something?” What the hell are you doing here, anyway?
“Er…” Didn’t you ask me to shut up?
“Can’t you freaking comfort me? Why would you sit there and eat and yet not say a word? Why don’t you at least ask why I’m unhappy?”
“Oh, why are you unhappy?” I’ll satisfy you.
Lonemoon hesitated and frowned once more. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. He hesitated for a long while. Then, he explained, “That disciple of yours… After he comes out of the lock-up, he will at least be a mid-stage Soul Formation cultivator.”
“Maybe?” She didn’t know about these things.
Lonemoon sighed loudly, “How long have we known each other?”
Shen Ying thought for a while, “Four… five years?”
“That’s right, four or five years…” his eyes glazed over. “In a mere four or five years, he rose from a Golden Core cultivator to a Soul Formation. He went through two epiphanies in a row. If you told anyone in the Upper Azure World about this, nobody would believe you.”
“…” Is it that unbelievable?
“Every Soul Formation cultivator got to where they are after four to five hundred years of training. I took 300 years to get to this stage, and that’s because I have high comprehension abilities.” His frown deepened, “Yet, to him, I’m a joke.”
Shen Ying’s hand paused midway toward the pastries.
“Shen Ying, you tell me… we’re old neighbours after all. Just a few sentences from you can trigger an epiphany in him. Why don’t you help me out?” He stared at her almost pleadingly.
“You don’t know what I was talking about before?”
“I knew what you were talking about, that’s why I don’t understand.” Lonemoon was utterly confused. “Tell me honestly: you were just bluffing, weren’t you?”
“Er…”
“But he could use your bluff to improve his cultivation level.” Lonemoon’s expression became even more troubled, “I have been training for hundreds of years, but my training can’t compare to him being bluffed once.”
“Whether we’re talking about Yi Qing or other cultivators, everyone seems to be improving, yet I… I’m the only one who is stagnant. If you were in my shoes, wouldn’t you be upset!”
“Is my perception really that bad? I can’t even perceive anything.”
“What exactly did I transmigrate into this world for? What’s the meaning behind all of this!”
“When I was trapped with my mental demons the other day, I returned to the modern age. It has been 300 years. I thought I already forgot what that world was like. I didn’t realise that I still remembered everything so clearly. Perhaps I just don’t belong to… Wu… Wu…”
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Ying stuffed a pastry into his mouth. He turned to glare at the person beside him, but she knocked his forehead.
“Idiot.”
“You…”
“Do you know what you look like?” Shen Ying asked seriously.
“What?” He responded.
She suddenly leaned in and looked him in the eyes. She only had two words for him: “A brat!”
“…”