My Master Disconnected Yet Again

Chapter 390 - Searching for Shen Ying for the Umpteenth Time

Chapter 390: Searching for Shen Ying for the Umpteenth Time

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“What happened?” Lonemoon exploded. Indeed, the moment he turned his back, she would go missing. “Didn’t I tell you to watch that directionless idiot? Why did all of you turn your backs?”

“No...” Si Yu sounded anxious. “We were keeping an eye on Sect Master, but... but Sect Master just disappeared before our eyes!”

“...” Disappeared?

Lonemoon frowned. It was a moment later before he understood. “Alright, I understand. Watch the disciples in the sect. Chef and I will be back in awhile.”

“Yes!”

Lonemoon kept his transmission amulet, frowning even more deeply than before. Although Shen Ying was unreliable, it was not like her to disappear after Lonemoon gave specific instructions for her to remain where she was. What’s more, from what Si Yu was saying, it was likely something had happened to her. On further thought, Lonemoon mounted his sword and chased after Yi Qing.

Chef was not far away. In less than half a minute, Lonemoon had found him. Chef had also located Yun Heng, who disappeared in the grievous energy earlier. Yi Qing was now setting up his sword array to trap the ball of grievous energy that was trying to make its escape with Yun Heng. He was just about to conjure a seal to drive the grievous energy away.

“Chef!” Lonemoon called out eagerly. “Shen Ying is missing!”

“What!” Yi Qing whipped his head around. The sword intent in his body exploded so that even the spirit swords that had been neatly aimed in mid-air fell to the ground.

“Ah~” The man who was being consumed by the grievous energy let out a pained cry. He had been stabbed right through the thigh with a small dagger. The stubborn grievous energy had been wiped clean by the explosion of sword Qi, leaving behind a weak and panting Yun Heng who looked like he was in excruciating pain.

Ah, ah, ah! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

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“What’s happened to Master?” Yi Qing asked Lonemoon, panicked. He no longer cared about anything else.

“They’re not sure right now. Si Yu said that she suddenly disappeared before their eyes.” Lonemoon shook his head.

Yi Qing’s expression darkened as his body filled with rage. “Which little bastard was trying to steal his master!”

“Let’s head back!” He started to mount his sword.

“Wait!” Lonemoon held him back. “Don’t be rash! You know Shen Ying full well. If she does not want to move, nobody would be able to make her. This time, she may have disappeared so strangely because... she found out something strange!”

Yi Qing frowned. He calmed down slightly and pondered over this. After awhile, he said, “The only strange things in this world are those so-called deviant ghosts. Could it be that Master’s disappearance is related to them?”

Lonemoon had thought about this as well. “There are indeed so many remnant souls on this world that it’s frightening!”

“Father Niu, Master has a transmission amulet with her. Can we contact her?”

“”Knowing her self-preserving character, a transmission amulet is likely useless on her.” It was not like Lonemoon had never tried contacting her using the transmission amulet before. Any communication device to her was... Wait! He suddenly thought about something and glanced at his wristband. His eyes brightened. “I remember there’s a work reporting function in this wristband. It allows us to reach the Manager directly.”

As he spoke, he tapped on his wristband. He had not read that instruction manual in vain. A moment later, a screen bounced out of the wristband and floated in mid-air. Shen Ying appeared on it, seated somewhere and chewing on a piece of pastry.

Yi Qing: “...”

Lonemoon, “...”

Indeed, they were worried for nothing.

“Eh, Chef, Father Niu?” Shen Ying’s hand paused for a second before she stuffed the last pastry into her mouth and dusted her hands off. “Why are you looking for me?” The communications device suddenly rang and gave her a fright. She thought it was her sister.

“Master, are you alright?” Yi Qing asked.

“I’m fine!” She tilted her head.

Lonemoon pursed his lips. “Where are you?” He looked closely at her surroundings but could only see something gray . Her surroundings was a gray blur.

“I don’t know!” Shen Ying shook her head. “I’ve never been here.”

“Stay right where you are and don’t move. We’re going to get you now.” Lonemoon had not hoped that Shen Ying would be able to tell him where she was.

As he tapped on the wristband, he shot Yi Qing a look. Both of them summoned their spirit swords at the same time, ready to look for Shen Ying.

“Exalted... Masters!” A weak voice called out from behind them. Yun Heng, who finally gathered up the strength to speak again, raised a hand feebly. “I... I’m here!” Have you forgotten something? Like me?

The two of them paused.

Shit! They really forgot about him.

Yi Qing walked briskly up to him and scanned him from head to toe, his gaze lingering on the spirit sword in his thigh. Frowning, he pulled the sword out. Then, he conjured a seal to heal Yun Heng’s wound. He sounded annoyed as he said, “Your sword technique hasn’t been perfected. Don’t take your sword out to play.”

Yun Heng: “...”

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Play?

Whose sword was this!

“Father Niu, where’s Master?” Yi Qing carried Yun Heng onto his own sword and asked Lonemoon.

Red words appeared on Lonemoon’s screen.

[This search is unauthorized!]

“Shit!” Lonemoon was extremely close to spitting out blood. What kind of freaking authority did they want? He had no choice but to give up and ask the person on the screen. “Shen Ying, describe your surroundings.”

Shen Ying replied, “Foggy!” Extremely foggy, at that.

“Nonsense!” Stop using these vague adjectives – do you think we’re in the capital? “Say something more specific!”

“Oh.” Shen Ying looked around and lazily said, “I’m sitting on a rock. There’s a tree beside me. Without any leaves.”

“What else?”

“The temperature here is quite low. There’s also some kind of noise further up... Eh?” She suddenly tilted her head. “There are a few figures coming toward me. I think these fools have been standing there for half the day now.”

“What people? What are they wearing?”

“I can’t see – I said it’s foggy. There’s low visibility.”

“Then walk over and freaking take a look!”

“It’s too troublesome!”

“Shut up!” Lonemoon finally exploded with the rage he had been trying to keep in. “Who the hell am I doing this for? What’s more, you-”

“Father... Niu.” Before he could finish speaking, Yi Qing patted his shoulder.

“What?”

Yi Qing answered strangely, “I think... I know where Master is.”

“What?!” Lonemoon exclaimed. “Where is she?” How did you locate her?

Yi Qing pursed his lips, his expression turning even stranger. After awhile, he raised his hand and pointed in front of them. “There!”

Lonemoon turned to look in the direction that Yi Qing was pointing. Yet, there was Yin Qi all over so that all he could see in that direction was a patch of gray. Yi Qing conjured a wind seal to clean up that area, blowing away the thick Yin Qi.

A hundred metres away from them, a familiar figure could be seen seated on a huge black rock. She was resting her elbows on her knees and swaying.

Lonemoon faintly felt something snap in his mind. An enraged roar echoed throughout the area.

“Shen! Ying!”

Would it f*cking kill you to make a sound? You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? You must be!

Wait a moment!

What did she say was coming toward her? She talked about trees, rocks, and three fo-

Flips table!

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You’d better make clear who the hell you were calling fools?!