Chapter 844

Senior Brother wants to eat, huh?

Facing Yuan Cang's inquiry, Yun Xiantai nodded repeatedly, wearing a fawning smile, exactly the image of a petty street‑ruffian, utterly vulgar—where is there any bearing of a Human Race great emperor?

But I've gotten used to it; back when this guy was Sect Master, he was the same—utter disgrace to the Dao Yi Sect.

Heh, dreaming.

Yuan Cang, however, showed not the slightest hesitation—damn it, he faked his death to trick my tears, and now he wants to eat my rations? He's dreaming.

Ah, junior brother, how can you treat me like this? I'm your senior brother, your dear Senior Brother.

Heh, do you still know you're my Senior Brother?

Hearing that, Yuan Cang gave him a sideways glance, then took a big bite of rice with enjoyment written all over his face.

He spoke while eating.

Mmm, after all this eating, this chunk of meat is still the best—fatty but not greasy, satisfying.

Watching Yuan Cang eat with oil dripping from his mouth, Yun Xiantai couldn't help but salivate.

Who doesn't know? Yun Xiantai loves the three beauties in life: good food, fine wine, and beautiful people.

I have to say, Qi Xiong, Hong Zun and these disciples have fully inherited Yun Xiantai's true teachings.

At this point, letting Yun Xiantai watch Yuan Cang eat, he could tolerate it.

He couldn't help but want to dig in, but just then Qin Shan Hai and Lin Potian strode in.

The two had just arrived, learned the battle was over, settled the disciples, and came over immediately.

Uncle Master, we............ holy shit............

Just as they stepped inside, before they could finish speaking, seeing Yun Xiantai to the side, they both froze instantly.

They wore the same expression as Yuan Cang, even more exaggerated, eyes wide like copper bells—damn, can you see ghosts in broad daylight?

And Yun Xiantai, seeing the two disciples, also broke into a grin.

What, you don't even recognize me?

You-you-you... Shīzūn? I'm not dreaming, am I?

Lin Potian stammered, while Qin Shan Hai was even more ruthless—he drew a short blade and, without a word, stabbed it into his own thigh.

Seeing this, the three present felt their scalps go numb—this guy isn't just messed up; he doesn't say a word, then immediately stabs himself—what's the meaning of that?

Lin Potian and Yuan Cang fared better, after all, having lived together day and night, they both understood Qin Shan Hai's temperament.

As for Yun Xiantai, he was completely dazed.

After all, he had 'died' long ago; back then Qin Shan Hai did have a few issues, but they weren't serious, nowhere near this point.

So, looking at Qin Shan Hai's thigh bleeding profusely, Yun Xiantai opened his mouth and asked weakly.

Um... Shan Hai, what are you doing?

Not a dream.

In response, Qin Shan Hai simply replied with three words; hearing that, Yun Xiantai went numb.

Damn, you did all that just for this, so you stabbed yourself?

He glanced at Qin Shan Hai, then at Lin Potian, and finally turned to Yuan Cang and said.

Junior brother, how many years have I been away, and Shan Hai's condition has already come to this?

As soon as he arrived, Qin Shan Hai's slash left his scalp tingling; after the shock came the touching scene of master and disciple reunited.

Master, you're not dead yet?

Are you really my master? Or are you faking your death?

You ungrateful disciple, who are you saying hasn't died?

Of course it's you, Master—you back then weren't............

Shut up, I have my unspeakable difficulties.

Tch, Master, just tell me straight— which pleasure quarter in Zhongzhou is the most fun?

Naturally it's............ you ungrateful disciple, cut the foul nonsense— as master, I'm full of righteousness, what kind of person do you think I am?

Heh, what does your righteousness have to do with me?

You infuriate me, you infuriate me— two ungrateful disciples, get lost, get lost, get lost, all of you scram far away!

The three argued incessantly in the courtyard, Qin Shan Hai and Lin Potian giving Yun Xiantai no face at all.

Meanwhile, Yuan Cang, having finished his meal, calmly brewed himself a cup of tea, utterly unaffected, as usual.

Furious from Qin Shan Hai and Lin Potian's ungrateful behavior, his face flushed red, Yun Xiantai drove them away.

Hearing that, they said nothing more and turned to leave.

Wait, you're really leaving?

What else?

Hehe, you brought rations, right? Give one to your master.

Who would have thought, the next second Yun Xiantai flashed a fawning smile, rubbed his hands, and gave them a lecherous grin as he said.

Hearing that, Lin Potian and Qin Shan Hai both rolled their eyes.

None.

Having said that, they turned and left; Yun Xiantai's smile froze instantly, and then he stomped his feet and cursed angrily behind them.

Ungrateful disciples, a bunch of ungrateful disciples, get lost, all of you scram!

He was truly furious and exasperated.

After waiting a long while for the two to leave, Yun Xiantai finally caught his breath, plopped down beside Yuan Cang, snatched up the tea cup in annoyance, and drained it in one gulp.

You've infuriated me to death, junior brother—do you think I owed some debt in my past life? This lifetime I've met this pack of ungrateful disciples, each one out to collect my life; I feel bitter inside.

Really bitter?

Hearing this, Yuan Cang laughed and asked, while Yun Xiantai cried with tears and snot, lamenting his inner grievance.

"That's right, junior brother, you don't know, my heart feels like it's being pierced by needles, tearing my heart and lungs, I..."

"Senior brother, look what that is."

Before Yun Xiantai could finish speaking, Yuan Cang pointed at the courtyard gate; following his finger, he saw two boxes of dry rations quietly placed there.

In an instant, Yun Xiantai, who had been full of grievance and tears streaming down his face, suddenly changed expression.

A big smile instantly burst forth, he leapt up and instantly arrived before the two boxes of dry rations, laughing.

"Good, good, good, truly my disciple Yun someone, I haven't pampered you in vain."

Watching Yun Xiantai jumping about, happy as a child, Yuan Cang helplessly twitched his mouth.

Just now you were calling him a rebellious disciple, and now he's become a beloved one?

Afterwards, under Yuan Cang's teaching, Yun Xiantai used spiritual power to heat the dry rations.

A portion of braised pork, a portion of spicy chicken dices.

One bite and Yun Xiantai almost cried—what a heavenly delicious flavor!

Having lived this lifetime, Yun Xiantai has never eaten such delicious food.

"Damn, junior brother, has the sect become this extravagant? The food is too good."

"No, no, junior brother, I want to return to the sect; I, Yun Xiantai, am the Sect Master of Dao Yi Sect—born a member of the sect, dead a ghost of the sect; even in death, I, Yun someone, must die within the sect."

"Hmph, correct one point: you are the former Sect Master."

Facing Yun Xiantai's nonsense, Yuan Cang replied unhappily.

Earlier you let him return to the sect, yet he was reluctant; now he claims to be a living member and a dead ghost of the sect?

If I, Yuan Cang, believed even a word of this old fool, I'd be stupid.

The two large boxes of rice were instantly devoured by Yun Xiantai into his stomach; he patted his belly contentedly, then took out a wine gourd and gulped a mouthful of wine, sighing.

"So comfortable, eh... right, junior brother, when did our sect have a canteen?"