471: Chapter 460: Quite Stirring Emotions 471: Chapter 460: Quite Stirring Emotions “Wait, help me deliver this kid’s body to his master,” said the Black Night Demon, “and tell those old geezers that my revenge has begun.”
“Are you really planning to stir up strife?” Azure Dragon stared wide-eyed in disbelief, “It’s been so long since the incident, and those old guys are either dead or crippled; what’s the point of seeking revenge now?”
“I don’t care.
When they attacked Xiao Bai back then, didn’t they think that she was just a woman in her twenties?” the old man said through gritted teeth.
“Take this bastard’s body away.
If I don’t fulfill this wish, I won’t rest even in death.”
“Be careful.” Azure Dragon patted the old man’s shoulder and sighed, then grabbed Hou by the waist and vanished with a tip of his toes.
“Ah, be careful, be careful.
How can I be content without slaying those bastards myself?” the old man roared, his shout causing the birds in the surrounding trees to fall stunned to the ground.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you, even if it means being enemies with the whole world,” the Kunlun Saintess stepped forward and gently held the old man’s hand, comforting him.
“I couldn’t come down from the mountain to help Xiao Bai back then because of the sect, and I’ve felt guilty for years, but this time, even if we cause an uproar in heaven, no one will dare to intervene.”
“When we RB women truly love a man, it lasts a lifetime,” Qili smiled warmly.
“Hey old man, I know you’re displaying your affection, and as your disciple, I shouldn’t interrupt, but I’m damn near dead; can you at least take me home first?” Song Yun said weakly.
“You haven’t passed out?” the old man asked Song Yun, surprised.
“Nonsense, I just fell from exhaustion, how could I really faint?” Song Yun grinned, showing his white teeth.
“I didn’t expect you to come yourself, heh, Black Night Demon, really a cool name.”
“You’ve always been so slick,” the old man crouched down and lifted Song Yun.
“Haven’t seen you in so long and you’ve even put on a few pounds.”
“That’s right, with a beautiful wife and good food at home, it’s hard not to gain weight,” Song Yun said proudly, but after walking a few steps, he seemed to aggravate his wound and grimaced in pain.
“Forget it, just get on my back,” the old man said, carrying Song Yun.
Despite Song Yun’s tall stature, the old man looked somewhat frail in comparison, but it was this seemingly narrow back that gave Song Yun the warmth of his childhood.
“Hehe, the last time you carried me, I was twelve,” Song Yun chuckled.
“Back then, a bear broke three of my ribs, and just like today, you came down like a god and drove the bear away.”
“Since you were young, you’ve never behaved.
If I, as your master, didn’t follow behind, you might have died in the deep forest,” the old man sniffed.
“Do you really want revenge?” Song Yun suddenly asked after a moment of silence.
“Yes, I was called the Black Night Demon, and my woman was the White Night Demon.
Those bastards couldn’t defeat me, so they killed Xiao Bai.
I can’t forget the scene of her death.
I must avenge her,” the old man stated resolutely.
“Then count me in.
White Night Demon was also my master; I should help.”
“You’re not ready yet,” the old man said firmly.
“Your task now is to focus on growing stronger.
Let me put an end to the older generation’s matters.”
“Then you must come back alive,” Song Yun said earnestly.
“If you die at someone else’s hands, I won’t recover your body.”
“Alright, I promise you.”
The old man carried Song Yun ahead, with the Kunlun Saintess and Qili following.
Five minutes later, they arrived outside the villa, where the disciples who were loitering around hurried over upon seeing Song Yun’s severe injuries.
“This is my master,” Song Yun said.
“Master…
master?” the lead Green Dragon Disciple stuttered, unable to believe that such an ordinary-looking old man was Brother Song’s master.
“Never mind, I don’t even know what you should call him in terms of seniority,” Song Yun waved dismissively.
“You can disperse; it’s not serious.”
The old man silently carried Song Yun back into the villa, just as Qingluan widened her eyes in shock at seeing the Kunlun Saintess and exclaimed, “Master, what are you doing here?
And Song Yun, how did you get so badly injured?”
“I ran into a psycho,” Song Yun coughed violently, spitting out a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.
“Brother, how did you end up like this?” Song Yuxue ran up, saw Song Yun’s desperate condition, and cried, “Didn’t you promise not to fight?”
“Alright, alright, this is my fault, I promise there won’t be a next time.
Shishi, go to my room, beneath the knife rack there’s a hidden compartment, the code is six zeros, fetch a healing potion for me,” Song Yun said as the old man gently laid him on the couch.
“I’m a bit sleepy, going to sleep first.”
“Song Yun, don’t you dare sleep!
What if you never wake up?” Li Yueyue knelt in front of the couch, shaking him as she shouted.
“Stop shaking; if you keep it up, I might really die.
I told you to watch less Korean dramas, why don’t you ever listen?” Song Yun opened his eyes and said.
“I’m just really tired; it’s not like in the dramas.”
“Oh.” Li Yueyue wiped the tears from her eyes, looking embarrassed.
“This lad will be fine, a dose of the potion and a good sleep, and he should be up and about,” the old man said as he poured himself a cup of tea.
“Thank you for bringing my brother back; I truly appreciate it,” Song Yuxue sobbed.
“It’s alright, who else should I save if not my own disciple?”
“Master?
So you’re brother’s master?” Song Yuxue asked in surprise.
“That’s right, but being a master is tiring.
Other masters throw their disciples out and forget about them.
I, on the other hand, have to keep an eye on whether he’s alive or dead.”
“Thank you so much,” Song Yuxue said sincerely.
“If you hadn’t been protecting him from behind, I believe my brother would have died many times over.”
“Haha, you’re sweet, just like Ergou and Qingsi’s daughter, a hundred times better than your brother,” the old man laughed heartily.
“It’s getting late; I should leave.
Who knows what time this lad will wake up.”
“Aren’t you staying for dinner?” Li Shishi hurried down from upstairs to ask.
“No, I’ve got some things to handle,” the old man replied with a smile.
“Just don’t die, old man,” Song Yun suddenly blurted out amid his stupor, causing the old man to turn, his eyes slightly moist, he muttered, “You sentimental little bastard.”