My Master Disconnected Yet Again (Part 3)

Chapter 387: Mischievous Ghost

Song Ren and Yun Heng seemed to be at loggerheads. To put it more accurately, Song Ren could not stand Yun Heng. Each time they met, Song Ren's entire ghost body would feel uncomfortable after just exchanging a couple of greetings. In the past, when Yun Heng was busy managing the other Mystic cultivators and came by the rear hall less often, things were better. Ever since he began to train, however, he could not keep away. His cultivation was high, naturally his skills would be different from everyone else's. He could only consult Yi Qing and Lonemoon and had no choice but to run into the rear hall every now and then. That was why he bumped into Song Ren more often as well.

Even though Yun Heng was good-tempered, he would get angered every time he made contact with Song Ren. Song Ren, on the other hand, loved to see him get agitated. Even when Yun Heng did not come to the rear hall, Song Ren would go out to look for him just to irritate him.

From time to time, Song Ren would doodle on Yun Heng's dharmic robes. He would also dig pits in the roads that Yun Heng had to walk on. While Yun Heng was sleeping, Song Ren would break his bed's headboard. He would also take away all the tissues while Yun Heng was in the toilet. These things were not major, but they drove everyone crazy. The sect would echo with the disciples' angry screams aimed at Song Ren every now and then.

Yet, Song Ren was having loads of fun. Every time he saw Yun Heng suffer, he looked relieved.

"By the way..." Shen Ying could not hold back any longer. "How much do you hate Lightbulb?"

"I don't hate him!" Song Ren blinked innocently. In a serious tone, he said, "Exalted Immortal, please relax. I am not such a petty person."

"Oh." Shen Ying tilted her head and pointed to Yun Heng, who was opposite from her. "Then can you please take that pail away from above that man's head?" He had already been pouring water over Yun Heng for half a day. He's a man, not a radish – why did he have to water him?

Yi Qing: "..."

Lonemoon, "..."

Yun Heng, who was drenched to the bone: "..."

"Yes, Exalted Immortal!" Song Ren immediately set the pail down with a relieved expression. In any case, the pail was already empty.

Yun Heng wiped the water off his face and conjured a new seal that he learned – a dust-removing seal. A few moments later, his robes were dry again. It was as if he was already used to people playing pranks on him. He turned around and bowed to Lonemoon. "Thank you for teaching me this, Master. Your disciple understands now. I will take my leave to practise now."

"Alright, go ahead." Lonemoon nodded.

He quickly held onto his robe, which was covered in strange, different-colored tortoises, and ran out, as if afraid that Song Ren would stalk him.

Everyone turned to stare at a certain ghost...

"I didn't do anything!" Song Ren hid the pail behind his body and looked to the sky nonchalantly.

The three of them: "..." Do you think we're blind?

It was not that they did not try to stop Song Ren either. However, Song Ren was especially stubborn when it came to matters related to Yun Heng. No matter what they said, he would not budge. Even if they put him in isolation, he would imitate the other disciples and train as a ghost immortal. Once he was released, he would return to annoy Song Ren. All they could do was watch as he changed from a cowardly ghost to a terribly mischievous ghost.

"You..." Yi Qing scanned him from head to toe and sighed frustratedly. "Forget it!" Yi Qing could not tell if he had been influenced by Radish's illusory body before. For some reason, he was becoming more and more like Radish. What's more, he had always felt this repulsion toward Yun Heng. Yi Qing was sure there was a reason for it. Although Yun Heng really did not know who Song Ren was, they could have had some kind of connection on another level. There was cause and effect. They could not interfere too much with these things.