A master of comedy!

"Senior is joking. Even if I used both hands, I still couldn't beat you."

After successfully arousing Yu Tianheng's interest, Zhou Sheng refused decisively and refused to make a move again.

"What? Does Yu Zhensheng's disciple not even dare to avenge his master?"

"I told you, your master is dead, and I killed him with my own hands!"

Zhou Sheng smiled slightly and said calmly, "As long as my master doesn't actively seek death, you won't be able to kill him."

When the other person said those words, Zhou Sheng knew that his master was alright.

If he said his master was injured, that might be possible, but death was absolutely impossible.

The old man has experienced countless trials and tribulations in his life, and has seen all kinds of powerful enemies. Although Yu Tianheng is strong, he has not yet transcended the tribulation. If he could kill him, he would not have waited so many years.

After all, the old man was the inner demon that was hindering the other party from transcending the tribulation.

At that moment, another voice sounded from behind the door.

"Old man, now you're completely convinced of your defeat, aren't you? I told you, you can't fool my apprentice."

It was Yu Zhensheng's voice, and it carried an undisguised hint of smugness.

Yu Tianheng's face darkened, he snorted and stopped talking, but took out a bag of incense money and threw it into Yu Zhensheng's hand.

"Master!"

Zhou Sheng finally felt completely at ease when he saw that familiar and friendly figure, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Master looks to be in good spirits, and his energy is much better than before.

"You're back. Don't forget the old rules."

Yu Zhensheng looked at his disciple with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He hadn't expected Zhou Sheng to break through the fifth level so quickly and even master the Zombie Technique, entering the Copper Armor Corpse Realm.

"Yes, Master!"

After respectfully bowing to his master, Zhou Sheng stepped over the brazier his master had prepared, then took out the statue of the ancestral master hidden in the Immortal Stone Cave, placed it behind the shrine, and offered incense and kowtowed.

A strange light flashed in Yu Tianheng's eyes, and he said quietly, "I didn't expect you to give him even the statue of the founder. It seems that the mantle of the Northern School has been decided."

Yinxi (a type of Chinese opera) is also divided into North and South. The Southern School reveres his lineage, while the Northern School reveres Yu Zhensheng's lineage, and each has its own sacred objects to worship.

The Northern School received the statue of its founder, while the Southern School received the golden spear of its founder.

This has been the case since ancient times. Although there are also rules passed down from our ancestors, if a successor of Yinxi (a type of Chinese opera) can win the title of opera champion in the North-South Opera Competition nine times in a row, he/she is qualified to hold both a deity statue and a golden spear.

But for thousands of years, no one had been able to accomplish this feat until Yu Zhensheng appeared out of nowhere.

“Back then, I was defeated by you nine times and lost the Southern School’s Golden Spear. Although my master did not blame me, his old illness soon relapsed and he passed away. I know that he was suffering from a heart ailment.”

"At that time, I swore that as long as I had a breath left, I would definitely defeat you and take back the ancestor's golden spear!"

Upon seeing the unfamiliar yet familiar golden spear in the statue's hand, Yu Tianheng's eyes stirred with emotion, and he remained unsettled for a long time.

But then he sighed softly.

"In the blink of an eye, it was forty years ago."

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhensheng's eyes revealed a trace of nostalgia and sighs; that was the most glorious and splendid time of his life.

Young and spirited, full of vigor, daring to contend with heaven and earth.

"Yes, after that, you would challenge me to a match every few years, which annoyed me so much that I started finding ways to avoid you and calling you a tagalong..."

Yu Tianheng snorted coldly and said, "I think you're not avoiding me, but rather my junior sister."

"Ahem, don't talk about this kind of thing in front of the younger generation."

Yu Zhensheng was slightly embarrassed.

"Later I heard that you sang 'Exploring the Underworld Mountain,' and the Zhao family troupe was almost completely wiped out. You were also crippled by the King of Hell and had to go into hiding. During that time, I traveled all over the world just to find news of you."

Yu Zhensheng quietly moved away from him and said, "Well, your junior sister is one thing, but you don't mean to..." Yu Tianheng's dignified face immediately darkened.

"Jade! Vibrating! Sound!"

He gritted his teeth and said, if looks could kill, Yu Zhensheng would probably be chopped into mincemeat by now.

"Hehe, just kidding, don't be so serious. The reason why Junior Sister Qingwu doesn't like you is because she's afraid of your face when you put on a serious face."

"You're not allowed to mention my junior sister!"

"Okay, okay, I won't talk about it, I won't talk about it."

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two old men was tense and they seemed ready to fight at any moment, Zhou Sheng quickly stood up and said, "Senior Yu, the reason you have been searching for my master is because you want to defeat him and retrieve the Golden Spear, right?"

Yu Tianheng glanced at him and sneered, "No wonder you're the old fox's disciple, you're all birds of a feather, only good at judging people with your filthy minds."

Zhou Sheng was taken aback.

"I do want to defeat him and take back the Southern School's golden spear, but I will never take advantage of his weakness to defeat a worthless coward who is barely clinging to life, like a rat hiding in a ditch!"

"Hey, hey, hey, that's going too far!"

Yu Zhensheng glared at him and said, "Stop making veiled accusations!"

Yu Tianheng ignored him and continued, "Do you know how afraid I've been of you being beaten to death all these years? I pray for you every day, hoping that you, this old good-for-nothing, can live a little longer and be a little more promising."

"Once I find you, I will do everything in my power to help you return to your peak, and then I will defeat you myself. Until then, no one will be able to hurt you!"

hiss!
This time, Zhou Sheng gasped in shock.

He never expected that Yu Tianheng, in searching for his master, would not have any intention of taking advantage of his misfortune to seek revenge. Instead, he wanted to protect his master and help him return to his peak.

"No wonder you didn't hesitate to expend your own magical power to help me heal and restore my vitality as soon as we met."

Yu Zhensheng shook his head and laughed, "Forty years have passed, and you, you stubborn old mule, haven't changed a bit."

"The one I want to defeat is Yu Zhensheng, who is unparalleled in all schools of thought, who has dominated the north and south, and who has won the title of opera champion nine times in a row. Otherwise, even if I kill you, what difference is there between that and defeat?"

Yu Tianheng's voice was as firm as iron, and his eyes held an indescribable arrogance.

At that moment, Zhou Sheng suddenly understood why his master had previously planned to sacrifice himself to help the other party overcome his inner demons, and why he was so certain that after his death, Yu Tianheng would spare no effort to help Zhou Sheng.

This is a true martial arts fanatic and a theatrical fanatic, with the integrity of a grandmaster in his bones.

“Boy, although I have helped your master recover some of his energy, the root of his injury still lies in the tendons and golden core that were pulled out. If you really have a way to retrieve them, feel free to give the order.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng knew that his master had told Yu Tianheng everything.

This shows that the master had great faith in Yu Tianheng, even knowing that the other party would fight to the death after he recovered from his injuries.

Decades of grudges and grievances have transformed the two from mere enemies into friends who admire each other but refuse to acknowledge it.

He is an "enemy" whom you can absolutely trust at crucial moments.

Zhou Sheng believed that if Yu Tianheng fell into trouble, he would not suspect that Yu Zhensheng would take the opportunity to harm him; on the contrary, he would absolutely believe that the other party would help him.

Of course, this is on the premise that he can swallow his pride.

"Young man, don't thank me yet. There's something I need to ask you about first."

As he spoke, Yu Tianheng took out his natal magic weapon, the Nine Dragon Seal.

The moment the Nine Dragon Seal was taken out, before its magic power could be activated, it shone brightly, broke free from its owner's hand, and excitedly crawled into Zhou Sheng's hand, with the Suanni inside making affectionate noises.

Yu Tianheng's face darkened again.

"What kind of spell did you cast on my darling?"

...(End of this chapter)