Evil Master and Disciple

Chapter 1469 A Ghost

The weather is not good tonight; a layer of dark clouds covers the sky, and the wind picked up after dark.

It seems a storm is brewing tonight.

Ye Feng and San Zhi'er seemed to have returned to the bamboo forest behind Xingluo Peak, and started their food-grabbing mode.

Of course, Ye Feng naturally snatched the title from Sanzhier, the number one glutton in the world.

Ye Feng drank a bowl of rice porridge and ate three large pieces of fatty roasted bear meat, but he couldn't eat anymore.

But Sanzhi'er's eating speed did not slow down at all. While wolfing down its food, it looked at its little master with a mocking gaze.

It seems to be saying, "With your meager appetite, you dare to compete with this spirit beast for the title of the greatest glutton in the human world? You're simply overestimating yourself!"

Lingyin ate nothing tonight, not even a drop of wine.

She simply sat on a rock nearby, looking at Ye Feng and Sanzhier with a resentful and complicated gaze.

She couldn't understand Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was unlike any other righteous disciple she knew.

Of course, it's not a difference in appearance, but rather in personality and mindset.

Those righteous disciples are basically divided into two types: one is an absolutely upright and incorruptible gentleman who will uphold the spirit of chivalry until death; the other is a hypocrite who wears the cloak of a gentleman.

The first type is extremely rare, while the second type is as common as a carp crossing a river.

Apart from the high-ranking monks in Buddhism, Lingyin had never seen anyone in the righteous path who was truly upright, incorruptible, and fearless in the face of death.

Most of the righteous disciples she had met were cowards who were greedy for life and afraid of death, who were greedy for profit and treacherous, and who were scheming and deceitful.

For many years, Lingyin believed that there were only two types of righteous cultivators.

Ye Feng seems to be in the third category.

Although Ye Feng's cowardice, greed, and lust could be categorized as belonging to the second type of people, he concealed these traits and instead displayed them openly.

Those who follow the right path value face and dignity more than life itself.

My head may be severed, my blood may flow, but I must never lose face.

But Ye Feng is shameless and faces oddballs.

Reputation, face, dignity—none of these seem to concern him, nor does he care about such trivial things.

Therefore, Lingyin was full of curiosity about Ye Feng.

This curiosity has even overshadowed Lingyin's initial desire for revenge after kidnapping Ye Feng.

At least Lingyin didn't really attack Ye Feng today.

The grudge that Ye Feng had repeatedly ruined her plans in the capital seemed to have been put aside by her close contact with him these past few days.

She rested her chin on her hand, watching Ye Feng and San Zhi'er fight over food. Surprisingly, she didn't find the two of them very noisy. Instead, a sense of unprecedented peace arose deep within her.

She had never felt this sense of peace with a stranger before, not even when she was with Fa Yuan.

After eating his fill, Ye Feng went to the stream to drink water.

Seeing Lingyin staring at him, Ye Feng said, "Fairy, you haven't eaten all day either. Why don't you have some rice porridge? Otherwise, that glutton Sanzhi'er will definitely eat it all."

Fairy Lingyin gently shook her head and said, "I'm not hungry."

"If you don't eat, you'll fall down."

Ye Feng was squatting by the stream drinking water when he suddenly saw his reflection in the water.

It was an ugly face, with uneven eyes, a crooked mouth, a flat nose, and several very unsightly scars.

"Ghost!"

Upon seeing his reflection in the water, Ye Feng suddenly screamed and scrambled backward on all fours.

His exclamation immediately startled Lingyin and Sanzhier.

Lingyin asked, "Where is the ghost?"

Others may be afraid of ghosts, but Lingyin is not.

The demonic sect's cultivation methods mostly involve dealing with blood and souls. To mortals and righteous cultivators, ghosts are evil and ominous creatures, but to demonic cultivators, they are rare and highly nourishing substances.

Some cruel and ruthless demonic cultivators, in order to quickly improve their cultivation, would even resort to soul-searching and soul-stealing, and devouring essence and blood.

So when Lingyin heard Ye Feng shout that there was a ghost, her first reaction was not fear, but excitement.

Looking around, I activated my spiritual senses, but I couldn't detect any spiritual energy here.

This surprised Fairy Lingyin.

Ye Feng slumped to the ground, one hand supporting himself on the ground and the other on the surface of the stream, and cried out, "Ghost...the ghost is in the water!"

"Oh?"

Lingyin got up, went to the stream, looked carefully, and said, "No, there isn't any."

"How could there not be... I clearly saw a hideous male ghost with a crooked mouth and distorted eyes in the water just now!"

"Forehead……"

Lingyin's expression froze, and her expression instantly became very strange, as if she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Beside the campfire, Sanzhi'er, clutching a large piece of roasted bear meat, stared wide-eyed, looking utterly bewildered.

Immediately, the roasted breast meat fell to the ground, and Sanzhier lay on the ground, baring its teeth and turning its lips outward, frantically pounding the ground with one paw, making quacking duck noises.

Ye Feng was very familiar with Sanzhier's signature move; it was used to mock people.

Ye Feng immediately realized that the person Sanzhi'er was mocking right now was him!

He suddenly realized something and quickly reached out to touch his cheek.

Then, they scrambled back to the stream.

Beneath the surface of the water, Ye Feng saw his own face.

It was an ugly and distorted face, simply unbearable to look at.

"My handsome face... how did it become like this? Lingyin... what a mess you've made... no wonder you wouldn't let me look in the mirror all day! Couldn't you have disguised me as a handsome young man? This is just too ugly!"

"Ugly? I think your current appearance matches your temperament quite well!"

"Lingyin, quickly change my appearance."

"Don't change!"

"Are you going to change it or not!"

"Looking at the lip movements, no... change..."

"Fine, you won't trade, huh? I'll fight you to the death!"

Ye Feng immediately lunged at Ling Yin with bared teeth and claws.

Lingyin could have easily kicked him ten feet away, but she neither kicked nor made a move.

Instead, she twisted her waist and hips, dodging Ye Feng's hungry tiger pounce.

Ye Feng stumbled and fell face-first to the ground in a classic "dog-face-shit" manner.

This made Sanzhi'er even happier.

Ye Feng got up, holding a stone in one hand, and lunged at Ling Yin again.

Lingyin still did not attack Ye Feng, but instead used her movement technique to dodge.

While dodging, she let out a silvery laugh: "Hehehe, Young Master Ye, why are you getting angry? It really suits your temperament!"

"You're as good as my grandma with rheumatoid arthritis! I'll kill you!"

Ye Feng is now a mortal. Facing the Celestial Realm Fairy Lingyin, he can only gain some verbal advantage. He can't even touch the hem of her clothes.

Around the campfire, a man and a woman chased and played around, laughing and cursing, and occasionally the squeaking laughter of Sanzhi could be heard.

Who would have thought that these two were mortal enemies from opposing righteous and demonic sects?

Anyone who didn't know better would think they were two young lovers playing around.