I Have A Bunch Of Saint Apprentices

Lee Qinglian's Qi shook violently.    

Even the newly-tamed Xuanyuan Sword Intent almost dissipated.    

Shock, gratitude, longing, disbelief and tears.    

At the same time, tears welled up in Lee Qinglian's eyes.    

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" Tears welled up in Lee Qinglian's eyes as he shouted, "My master has been dead for eight hundred years! Speak! What is your intention? Why did you pretend to be my master? "    

Although he was interrogating him, Lee Qinglian couldn't help but shed tears.    

It had been eight hundred years.    

How many times had he imagined this scene in front of him?    

He thought day and night, unable to fall asleep.    

However, he knew that a dead person could not be revived.    

No matter how much he missed him, his Master could only lie in the Imperial Mausoleum that they had personally built and rest in eternal sleep.    

After so many years, so many brothers and sisters had been searching for a way to revive his Master.    

However, they had still found nothing.    

Therefore, the person standing in front of them right now was definitely not their Master!    

Then things would be simple.    

No matter who he was, no matter what his goal was!    

If he dares to impersonate his master in front of me, then there will only be one outcome.    

Die!!    

Boom!    

Boundless killing intent exploded with Lee Qinglian as the center!    

The entire courtyard was covered with a faint layer of blood.    

At this moment, everyone who was watching felt their breathing stagnate, as if someone had grabbed their throat.    

No, it wasn't his throat that had been choked.    

It was a sharp sword pressing against their throats!    

He couldn't move.    

He couldn't even breathe.    

Otherwise, he would die!    

The horror of a massacre enveloped everyone's heart.    

However, this terror came and went quickly.    

They looked at Lee Qinglian's furious expression.    

Shen Jun didn't say anything.    

Pata.    

A golden whip was held in his hand, and he gently waved it.    

This is!    

The moment Lee Qinglian saw this long whip, he trembled once again.    

The killing intent that swept across the entire scene instantly disappeared.    

Of course, he recognized this whip.    

Even if another thousand years or ten thousand years passed, he would never forget it!    

Which brother and sister had not cried after being whipped by this whip?    

This was a precious treasure that his Master had used to teach him.    

It was the shadow of their childhood.    

After their Master passed away, the Divine Weapon also disappeared.    

Lee Qinglian had tried to look for it, but to no avail.    

In the end, everyone could only treat the Divine Weapon as a spirit. Knowing that their master had died, they followed their master to the bottom of the Nine Springs.    

But now, this person who looked exactly the same as their master had even taken out the High Dragon Whip!    

Furthermore, looking closely, not only did this person have the same facial features as their master, even his gaze and temperament... were no different from their master back then!    

Could it be that he really...    

The moment this bold idea popped up in his mind, Lee Qinglian's heart started beating rapidly.    

He, a dignified Half Emperor Expert, actually felt that his breathing was a little difficult at this moment.    

Just as Lee Qinglian was hesitating and not sure whether he should believe it or not.    

Wang Jingyu and Lee Hongyu landed.    

These two familiar faces had undoubtedly become the last straw that crushed the doubt in Lee Qinglian's heart.    

"Long time no see, Fourth Senior Brother. Hahaha, congratulations on breaking through."    

"Fourth Senior Brother, what's the matter with you? When did you give birth to your daughter?"    

That's right.    

It had been more than a hundred years since they last met, and they greeted each other just like that.    

This familiarity was something that could never be faked.    

He looked at them, then looked at Shen Jun.    

Lee Qinglian's tear gland immediately collapsed.    

"Disciple! Lee Qinglian! Wuwuwu... Greetings, Master!!"    

Lee Qinglian fell to his knees heavily, prostrating himself on the ground.    

Finally, he burst into tears.    

His cries were loud and clear. Even though he was outside the manor, he could hear them clearly.    

The grievances and injustice she had suffered over the past eight hundred years.    

No one had ever praised his efforts over the past eight hundred years.    

At this moment, it all erupted.    

Like a child struggling outside, he finally returned home.    

Just like what he had said earlier.    

They were not only Shen Jun's disciples, they were also Shen Jun's sons and disciples.    

They were both master and father!    

Shen Jun was the father of all 81 of them!    

In front of their father, what was there that couldn't be said or revealed?    

"Master, it's been 800 years. Disciple has been waiting for you for 800 years!"    

"Master, all these years, I've been living a really tough life! I've been living a really tough life!"    

"Wuwuwuwuwu..."    

The eight hundred years of longing, grievance, suffering, and hard work that he had been suppressing erupted the moment he saw Shen Jun.    

Everyone was shocked by this heart-wrenching cry.    

This was... The Villa Lord who had just broken through to the Half Emperor was crying?    

Hearing this cry, everyone looked at each other in disbelief.    

Master? A Half Emperor master?!    

This, this, this...    

Let's not talk about anything else.    

Peak of Half Emperor were only disciples.    

Then this master... should at least be a Sovereign, right?    

Three Half Emperor!    

One Ancestor!    

The same word appeared in everyone's mind.    

It's over!    

It's definitely over!    

He said he was here to watch the show.    

However, those with discerning eyes could tell that if it wasn't for the emergence of the Void Palm, they would have long rushed into the Plum Blossom Manor to burn, kill, and plunder.    

Now, there were not only three Half Emperor experts on the other side, but also his master!    

Wasn't this too cold?!    

Plop!    

Plop! Plop!    

All the people gathered around the Plum Blossom Manor immediately knelt down.    

No one even dared to look up.    

What Great Saint? What God?    

In front of Half Emperor and even Ancestor, they were nothing!    

If the other party raised his finger, he would be able to shatter their souls!    

"My Nether World Pavilion is willing to become an auxiliary branch of the Plum Blossom Manor from now on. We will follow the lead of the three lords!"    

Sect Master of the Nether World Cult reacted the fastest. She laid on the ground and shouted loudly.    

Everyone looked at her. What the f * ck, she can still play like this?    

They all shouted as well.    

"The Villa Lord is indeed a celestial being. My Thunder Fire Sect is also willing to belong to the Plum Blossom Manor from now on. We will follow the lead of the three lords!"    

"My Claw Sword Sect is also willing to be the vanguard of the Villa Lord. We will follow your lead!"    

"My Azure Dragon Hall will also submit to you!"    

For a moment, the major and minor powers in the city all bowed their heads, afraid of falling behind others.    

At the critical moment of saving their lives, they did not dare to be slow in the slightest!    

"All of you shut up."    

Shen Jun said faintly. The sound waves mixed with the Spiritual Force swept across the entire scene.    

Everyone was instantly frightened to the point of suffering a crushing defeat. They hurriedly lowered their heads and knelt down, not even daring to breathe loudly.    

The scene quieted down. Lee Qinglian also quickly wiped his tears and pulled Lee Ning'an, who was behind him, over.    

"Ning'an, come, kneel down. This is the Martial Ancestor that daddy always told you about. In the future, you have to be filial to Martial Ancestor. Do you know that?"    

"Yes... Yes, Ning'an greets Master. "    

Even when she was caught by her father, Lee Ning'an was still stunned.    

What exactly happened?    

Why did this young man become her, Martial Ancestor?    

Just what kind of status did he have?    

Not only that, since I was born until now, when have I ever seen such a father?    

If I remember correctly, this is the first time I've seen my father cry.    

Ever since she remembered, Lee Ning'an had seen strict fathers, harmonious fathers, and lazy fathers.    

At this moment, Lee Qinglian was crying bitterly.    

Lee Ning'an couldn't help but shed tears.    

She felt sorry for her father.    

For so many years, her father had single-handedly conquered the entire Plum Blossom Manor.    

No one knew better than her as her daughter how much suffering her father had gone through.    

"Greenlotus, thank you for all these years." Shen Jun placed his hand on Lee Qinglian's shoulder and said gently.    

"It's not hard on me. It's not hard for me to see Master coming back." Lee Qinglian quickly replied.    

"I've seen what you've done, but now..." Shen Jun narrowed his eyes and changed the topic. His tone became stern. "I'd like to ask you, how many mistakes have you made all these years?"    

Wang Jingyu and Lee Hongyu stood behind Shen Jun. When they heard this, they quickly took two steps back without batting an eyelid.    

They were coming. Master was going to teach Fourth Senior Brother a lesson!