Chapter 727: I am Chen Ling

The "human" shadow struggled wildly on the spot, but the four white paper shackles seemed to tighten ever more...

It glared angrily at Master, and then its body changed visibly to the naked eye. The surface of the pitch-black shadow began to take on the luster of skin, and those scarlet pupils faded and disappeared, replaced by distinct, three-dimensional human facial features...

It was Chen Ling's face!

"Master..." It seemed the vocal cords had not been completely repaired, as the voice was somewhat slurred.

Within a few short seconds, the original "human" shadow had disappeared, and Chen Ling, draped in the large red theatrical robe, stood blankly on the gullied earth, wearing the four white paper shackles, looking around.

"Master!" He looked at Master, his eyes full of confusion. "Master... where is this? How did I get here?"

"What is this thing on my hands?"

Master watched this scene quietly, his eyes growing colder and colder;

"Master... these papers are chafing me so painfully, how do I loosen them a bit?"

"Stop pretending." Master said in a deep voice, "You are not my disciple... who are you?"

"What are you talking about, Master? I'm Chen Ling, I'm Old Six!"

"You are not him."

"I really am Chen Ling! Master, please help me... these papers are hurting me so much, I feel like I can't breathe... Where is the Eldest Senior Brother? If you won't help me, I'll go find the Eldest Senior Brother to help me!"

Veins bulged on "Chen Ling's" neck, and his entire face turned purple, as if he were truly unable to breathe.

Seeing Master expressionless, he glared at him with grievance and turned to walk elsewhere, but after two steps, he grabbed his own neck as if suffocating, struggled violently, and then collapsed to the ground...

Master remained unmoved, just watching quietly.

One second,

Two seconds,

Three seconds...

"Damn it!! You actually won't save me!!"

"Chen Ling" jumped up from the ground abruptly, pointing at Master and cursing, "You old thing!! Hurry up and undo this thing for me!! Otherwise, I'll slap myself, I'll slap myself... I'll slap myself..."

Slap, slap, slap—

"Chen Ling" slapped left, then right, each blow with immense force, even knocking out a few of his own teeth, and his face swelled up instantly.

A light breeze brushed past his face, and Master's palm seized his neck like lightning, lifting his entire body into the air like a chick. Master's expression was so gloomy it seemed water could drip from it!

"Who... exactly are you??"

"I am Chen Ling!" the figure in the red theatrical robe shouted, "I am Chen Ling! Whoever steps onto this stage! Whoever it is, is Chen Ling!!!"

Seeing this, Master's eyes flashed with sharp light, wondering what he was thinking.

He released "Chen Ling's" neck.

"Chen Ling," wearing the white paper shackles, fell to the ground with a thud. He struggled to climb up and then bolted to run away into the distance.

Master watched this scene with cold eyes, making no move to stop him, but instead turned around calmly... He reached into his robes, and a crude black handcart flew out from the disc, landing on the ground with a clatter.

Master raised his hand unhurriedly and tossed the dead-fish-like Jian Changsheng onto it.

At the same time,

"Chen Ling," wearing the white shackles, gritted his teeth and walked back.

"What? Not running anymore?" Master said calmly.

"Chen Ling" just stared at him viciously, saying nothing.

The white shackles on his body were transformed from the [Actor Nameless] tablets, and only Master in the whole world could undo them... No matter how he ran, he could not get rid of this thing.

"What exactly do you want?"

"I want my disciple."

"I can be your disciple too. I am exactly the same as him; whatever he can do, I can do... No, I am him, and he is me." "Chen Ling" took a deep breath, his tone full of sincerity.

"As long as you are willing, I can kneel down and kowtow to become your disciple right now. I guarantee to treat you like a father, and the other senior brothers and sisters will be my family too. No matter what you need me to do in the future, I can help at any time..."

"No need." Master refused coldly in three words.

“……”

The respect and sincerity on "Chen Ling's" face were swept away, and he cursed in a rage,

"Giving you face and you don't want it, do you think you're really that awesome? If it weren't for these damn tablets, you would have been killed by us eight hundred times already!"

"Also, I wanted to say this when I was watching the performance earlier: you old thing, you're so old, yet you're still using a kid's face here. What the hell are you pretending to be young for?!"

Facing these malicious verbal attacks, Master's expression did not seem to change much, but after a moment of thought, he replied lightly:

"How about this... you come with me to a place. Once we get there, I will undo your shackles and return your freedom."

"Chen Ling's" cursing stopped abruptly.

"...Are you serious?"

"I swear in the name of the Drama God Path."

As Master solemnly made the oath, something in the dark seemed to respond. Seeing this, "Chen Ling's" expression finally softened.

"Where are you going?"

"Right here in the Gray Realm. You'll know when we get there."

"...What scheme are you plotting again?"

"Scared? Is there any place in this Gray Realm that you dare not go?"

"There is no place in this whole world that I dare not go." "Chen Ling" sneered, "What territory of world-ending calamities, what human Nine Lords' domains, what ancient divine path treasures... they are just a bunch of worthless rabble."

"Is this the confidence of being an 'audience'?"

"Heh."

"Chen Ling" sneered, noncommittal.

Master raised his hand and pointed at the crude handcart carrying Jian Changsheng, "Go, drag him along with you."

"Why is this idiot loser here?"

Master: ...

"And why should I be the one to push it? Are you relying on your seniority to bully me?" "Chen Ling" looked at Master viciously, making no effort to hide his malice.

"Do you still want me to undo your shackles or not?"

“……”

"Chen Ling" snorted coldly, swallowed his anger, walked sullenly to the handcart, grabbed the handle, and walked away roughly into the distance.

Clatter— clatter—

The handcart passed over the uneven ground without slowing down at all, tossing the unconscious Jian Changsheng like a stir-fry. His head hit one side, his butt hit the other, and in no time, he was bruised and battered.

Seeing this, Master did not say anything more, but walked straight toward a certain direction in the Gray Realm...

"Chen Ling" dragged the handcart, following behind him with cold eyes, the four white paper shackles locking his power, his mouth whispering as if cursing something in secret;

Clatter— clatter—

On the handcart, Jian Changsheng, who had been tossed up and down, opened his eyelids a crack in confusion...

"Hell... did I reincarnate into a stir-fried pork with chili..."