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Fatty gave the three disciples elixirs that would help them with the recovery. After that, he gave them some guidance as to how to carry on cultivating. At the same time, he gave them a more detailed lesson on the lightning tribulation. Perhaps it was because they had already gone through the lightning tribulations themselves – as the disciples listened, they had fear and respect in their eyes. The pride they had in learning the ways of cultivation all disappeared. They no longer felt like they were a step above the rest.
If the three of them stayed true to themselves, it was possible that they would each become leaders of their own sects in the future. Lonemoon nodded satisfactorily and allowed Fatty to lead them away. Thinking that the two bastards were still at the rear hall waiting for him to deal with them, he headed back to the rear hall.
But he found that Hong Meng, who was supposed to be thousands of miles away, had also sprouted out of nowhere and was sitting in the rear hall as well.
“What are you doing here?” Lonemoon glared at him. “Where did you throw Rabbit to?”
“Sir Lonemoon, please do not worry. Rabbit is learned and very good with words. The divine races have also settled down considerably. Rabbit will be alright alone,” Hong Meng said nervously. “Moreover, I don’t have much to do in Purple Night Palace as well. I was getting bored out of my mind. The only thing I could do to help was hand Rabbit carrots.”
“I’ve already done everything you needed to do – of course you’re bored!” Lonemoon looked at him contemptuously from head to toe. “I have no idea how you even became an ancient god. It’s no wonder that you screwed things up so badly!”
Hong Meng felt extremely close to coughing up blood. Could Lonemoon not stab him right through the chest? Still, he maintained his polite smile. “Heh heh heh… Sir, your teaching is true. I really owe it all to the three of you for all your help. This time, I came here to thank you personally for re-building the Heavenly Dao!”
Lonemoon narrowed his eyes and scanned him from head to toe once again. “Is it the usual practice in this plane to come empty-handed to thank others?”
Hong Meng paused and faintly felt another knife shoot through his chest. His entire palace had been moved away from his mountain to this place. What else did Lonemoon expect from him? Weren’t they supposed to be friends? His heart was continually being stabbed by countless daggers.
“You came all this way just for this?” Lonemoon looked at him suspiciously.
“Er…” Hong Meng kneaded his hands and looked all around the room. A moment later, he finally spoke up. “It’s like this: Now that the Heavenly Dao has been set up, the plane is officially out of danger. But having the different races live together and mix around together can’t be good for the development of the plane. That’s why I think it will be better to split them into different realms so that they can be dealt with one by one. It’s a pity that I’m not powerful enough. What’s more, I heard that the Heavenly Dao was formed thanks to Sir Lonemoon. So can I please request your help-”
“Get lost!” Before he could finish speaking, Lonemoon exclaimed.
“Eh?” Hong Meng stared blankly at him. Why didn’t he wait his turn?
“If you want to split them into different realms, you can go ahead and do so.” Lonemoon was not going to get involved in the problems of this plane. “You’re not paying me any salary. Why should I help you?”
“Father Niu…” Yi Qing could not help but step forward and pull Lonemoon aside. He whispered in his ear, “You’re now the manager of this plane. If you don’t take control of this plane, it’ll fall apart.” Lonemoon could make full use of the fact that Hong Meng was unaware about all of this to make it seem like Lonemoon was helping him out.
“Heh heh.” Lonemoon slapped Yi Qing across the cheek. “You’re trying to blame me for the pit that the two of you dug?”
Yi Qing: “…” Master, I tried.
Shen Ying hugged the plate of pastries closer to her and formed a tight circle with the two of them. “Father Niu, what’s done is done. What’s more, this company is yours now. You’re the boss. Of course you won’t get any salary.”
Lonemoon narrowed his eyes and saw through all of Shen Ying’s fake intelligence. “You mean to say that I no longer work for you anymore?”
“Oh. That’s not true.” He had to continue raising his own daughter.
“Then what are you saying!” No matter how she put it, he would still have to work his ass off for the both of them. It was enough that he had to work his ass off to raise two wastrels. Now, even Hong Meng was his burden. What was that all about? He even had to deal with this entire plane.
“…” It was too difficult to bluff Father Niu, who had already changed his line of business. Suddenly, the two of them understood why the people who cheated Lonemoon before felt so worried when they were exposed.
“Ah!” Shen Ying sighed. She suddenly reached out and handed the plate of pastries back to Chef. She sucked in a deep breath and pulled on Lonemoon’s sleeves. A certain air about Shen Ying disappeared all of a sudden. She opened her eyes wide and pouted, so that she looked like she was about to cry. Her voice became soft and meek. “Father Niu… Are you really planning on rejecting this plane?”
“Of course…” Lonemoon turned around and glanced at the woman who was pouting as she spoke to him. Suddenly, the word “adorable” appeared in his mind. He clenched his fists and was just about to give in. It took all his willpower to hold himself back and say, “Shit! Stop using the same trick you use on Shen Jing on me as well!” Thankfully, he had seen a more adorable version of Shen Ying – Baby Ying. He… could handle it! He stiffened his neck and stopped himself from nodding.
“Alright!” Shen Ying once again slumped over and stopped acting cute. “If you really don’t want to take over the plane, then forget it.”
“Master…” Yi Qing was put in a trance by Shen Ying’s show, but after hearing what she just said, he snapped back to reality and called out anxiously.
“Forget it, Chef. Let’s not force Father Niu anymore.” Shen Ying sighed long and deep. She tilted her head and acted nonchalant as she said, “But I’ve already transferred this plane away. We have to find someone to take over it. It’s not easy to gain the approval of the plane. Other than Father Niu, I don’t know who else will be able to. Why don’t we just hand the plane back to my older sister? This plane is quite near to mine as well. From time to time, she can come here and observe the disciples…”
Lonemoon and Yi Qing’s faces drained of color. A chill ran down their spine. Lonemoon quickly interrupted her. “Alright, I’ll take it!” Could he still accept the plane now? They just did not want Shen Ying to call the big demon over.
“Really?”
“Yes, really!” Did he have any other choice?
“I’m not forcing you?”
“… No, you’re not!” As if! But being forced to do it was better than being beaten to death by the big demon.
Lonemoon gritted his teeth.
“Alright, Father Niu! Thank you, Father Niu!” Father Niu’s promotion was finally decided. Shen Ying patted him on the shoulder and turned to grab a pastry from the plate Yi Qing was holding.
“Want one?”
“Get lost!”
“Alright.”
The three of them had come to a consensus, so the meeting finally ended. They turned and returned to the table, to see Hong Meng staring blankly at Shen Ying. Although he had not heard anything, he did see something. He saw Shen Ying acting adorable and was clearly moved.
What did he just see? All he knew was his heart was beating extremely quickly and he suddenly felt the urge to rub something. He turned to look at Shen Ying.
“What are you looking at!” The two people by Shen Ying’s side shouted aggressively. “What does this have to do with you?”
“No… I…” I don’t know what’s going on either?
“Holy shit, you dare to let your nose bleed?”
“Master, can I slaughter him?”
Shen Ying: “…”
