My Master Disconnected Yet Again (Part 3)

Chapter 459: Fat to be Slaughtered

"You all... How can you all be here?" Fatty finally got it. "I... am not dead?!"

"You almost are." replied Lonemoon. His eyes fell. He looked at Fatty and said, "What really happened? Who trapped you here? And this array... is it using you for blood sacrifice?"

Fatty was stunned for a moment, then as though he remembered something, his face turned pale immediately. He said hurriedly, "You all should go quickly, leave here. They will... will come back soon."

"Who are you talking about? Divine Imperial Sect?"

"No time to explain." He looked at a passage on the right side with horror, then pushed the three forcefully. "If you don't leave now, you won't be able to. Quickly go! They are many, you can't beat them."

"Someone's here!" Yi Qing suddenly spoke. "Three traveling immortals."

Fatty's paled even more. He looked like the sky had fallen down.

"What should we do?"

"Leave here first!" spoke Lonemoon.

"We can't!" Fatty shook his head with a look of despair. "There's only that passage on the right, we can't..."

"Who said anything about using the passage on the right?" Lonemoon gave Yi Qing a look.

"Eh?"

Fatty was stunned, and before he could react, the four figures flashed and they disappeared right where they were.

In the next moment, they appeared in the sky above Divine Imperial Sect. Lonemoon's invisibility array was activated instantly, and not a single person was disturbed. Underneath, the congratulating crowd had yet to leave. They surrounded that cultivator in the middle who just reached Soul Formation in many layers. The looks of joy were on every single face. Their smiles were extremely... annoying!

Shen Ying's eyes narrowed. "Chef..."

"Yes, Master!" Yi Qing nodded. His figure flashed and he flew out directly.

He changed into his original body instantly. A gigantic golden dragon appeared in the sky immediately. A dragon's roar sounded in the clouds, making even the whole heaven and earth tremble.

The noisy crowd went silent. They looked up in disbelief, at that giant golden dragon hidden amongst the clouds.

"Dragon... Dragon. Is the vision from just now... finished yet?"

Before anyone could react, light shone all over that giant dragon's body. With a rumbling sound, a purple divine lightning cut across the sky, and went right at the person who went through Lightning Tribulation just now.

"AHH!"

The surrounding crowd didn't yet have time to react, when the cultivator in the middle screamed from being hit. The spirit qi on his body which just gathered were all dissipated. His cultivation dropped visibly, all the way from early stage Soul Formation. In a moment he was at Nascent Soul, and then Golden Core... Seeing that he was about to drop to Foundation Establishment, the cultivators nearby finally reacted and moved to stabilize his cultivation.

These occurrences happened too suddenly that before anyone could understand what was going on, the original Soul Formation cultivator dropped to a Golden Core cultivator. When everyone looked up again, the giant dragon in the air actually disappeared, as though it had never been there.

Visions of heaven and earth, buy one get one free!

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In the eyes of cultivators, Fatty's injuries were actually external injuries of the most insignificant sort. Even for cultivators at the lowest level of Qi Refinement, a few dozen injuries on the body would be no big deal at all. But Fatty just happened to be a mortal, and the kind with not the least bit of Spirit Qi, who could die from a slightly more severe cold. Those bone-deep cuts on him caused a lot of blood loss, which in the absence of Spirit Qi, caused his livelihood to dissipate as well.

If they had been there a little later, or if they weren't the ones who went, they might really have to go find him in the Underworld. Lonemoon looked Fatty in front of him who was finally fully awake and felt some regret in his heart. Earlier on, he did realize some strangeness on Fatty. Being acquaintances, he shouldn't have let him be taken back.

The elixir that he stuffed into him was an immortal elixir made by Boss Lan, because he really had no elixirs of the lower realm on him. Fatty's injuries were healed, but a mortal couldn't stand the effects of those medicines, so on the way that they brought him away, he fainted once more. In the end, Shen Ying discovered it in time and gave him a pat, such that he spit out the half-consumed elixir, before he became conscious again.

Realizing that he had already left Divine Imperial Sect, Fatty was a bit happy at first, but in less than two seconds, his face collapsed once more. His expression was very complicated and the look that he gave them was full of concern. He couldn't help but say, hurriedly,

"Miss Shen, maybe you should still send me back? Then stay far away and pretend that you know nothing. And don't mention a word about seeing me to anyone."

"You want to go back?" Lonemoon looked him up and down, a bit angry at him for his submissiveness. "And get used for blood sacrifice again?"

Hui Ze paled, as though his vulnerable point was poked. His became totally upset. His hands clutched at the corners of his clothes, his head bowed down, and the aura of despair radiated all over him. After a long while he replied softly, "I... will be fine."

"Enough. Don't you create more trouble. We're already in the same boat, it's too late even if you don't want to involve us." Lonemoon let out a sigh. "Besides, did you think that Divine Imperial Sect really can't find any trace if we let you go back?" Actually, they really couldn't. With their cultivation, the whole lower realm together wouldn't be able to trace them, not to mention that Shen Ying was here.

But Fatty's face was already all gray, his eyes full of guilt.

"Tell us, what is the matter with you being sect master after all?" asked Lonemoon directly. "Why can your blood help people resist lightning?"

Fatty's eyes deepened. He lowered his head, stayed silent for a long while, before starting slowly, "About this, I'm not sure as well..." Habitually, he wanted to make out a smile, but it looked like crying. Perhaps he knew that his pretenses were all gone, Fatty told them everything honestly.

He had been the sect master of Divine Imperial Sect since he could remember. He had lived on the main peak since young. What was called the main peak was actually a lone peak above the divine woods, far from the sect. As the place was surrounded on all sides by thick woods full of demon beasts, transport could only be managed by sword flying. Yet he just happened to be a Maimed Spirit Root, and couldn't cultivate by birth. Therefore, he had never left the main peak.

Immortal sects always place great focus on the quality of immortal cultivators, but they treated him who couldn't cultivate with very good manners. Though they didn't need him to do any real managing of Divine Imperial Sect, all his daily needs were uniquely taken care of. He could mostly have anything that he wanted. Even the traveling immortals and Soul Formation elders of the sect came to meet him on the peak from time to time. They told him about affairs big and small. Even the disciples who were in charge of guarding the main peak on ordinary days were at least Golden Core disciples. By the looks of it, they respected him well enough. Of course, it was just by the looks of it...

"When did you start to find out something was wrong?" Lonemoon asked directly.

Fatty's eyes dimmed, and his hands tightened beside him, before he said in a deep voice, "Since I was five, every person from the sect who came to see me would... take away something. At first, it was just stuff like hair and fingernails, but slowly it became blood, flesh, or..." His body trembled, and he touched his left hand subconsciously.

The three fell silent. Lonemoon's face went dark directly. He just did Fatty's healing a moment ago, and naturally he knew what was wrong with his left hand. There were traces of broken limb regeneration on it.

"Shit!"

He couldn't help but curse out loud. He suddenly felt that the lightning Chef made just now was too mild.

Those cultivators were simply raising Fatty as a pig, and the kind who could be used repeatedly. They were good to Fatty on the surface just to make him willing to stay in the sect and be exploited by them. From time to time they'd get some blood from him, or cut out some flesh from him, before giving him spiritual medicine to allow it to grow back. Such a good plan it was!