Chapter 38 – How could it be him? I must be dreaming!

“Is it the Golden Deacon from Xuanming Pavilion?”

Guyue Qing looked toward the distant sky, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

Bai Tingyu stood with his hands clasped behind his back, also gazing at that patch of misty clouds. He chuckled, “We’ll know soon enough, won’t we?”

…

In the distant sky.

A Ghost Mist Boat shrouded in a layer of mist was speeding toward Ice Wind Valley.

On the deck of the Ghost Mist Boat, Ye Sheng sat cross-legged, catching a distant glimpse of Ice Wind Valley.

“The mission this time is just a rescue?” Ye Sheng’s eyes flickered.

On the way to Ice Wind Valley, Ye Sheng had already learned all the details of the mission.

It turned out to be rescuing a young disciple.

But this young disciple was no ordinary person—he was the grandson of a 4th Revolution Ghost Sect Realm Expert from Xuanming Pavilion, possessing an S-Class talent.

Usually, he was treated like a precious Treasure!

“No wonder they’re willing to pay a high price. An S-Class talent’s grandson is indeed worth cultivating!”

Ye Sheng smiled.

An S-Class!

That was already extremely rare. If he could grow smoothly, his future Combat Power would be immense!

His potential might even surpass that of the 4th Revolution Ghost Sect Realm Expert from Xuanming Pavilion!

“However, the opponents are two 2nd Revolution Perfection Realm experts from the Asura Religion!”

Ye Sheng stroked his chin, taking out a gray sphere and playing with it in his hand.

This gray sphere was precisely the 3rd Revolution Ghost General Realm Ghost Creature, ‘Three Thousand Black Silks.’

And Ye Sheng had a full ten of these gray spheres.

“With these ten 3rd Revolution Ghost General Realm Ghost Creatures, I can easily handle any 2nd Revolution Ghost Masters. Hehe!”

Ye Sheng chuckled softly.

He looked forward to unleashing the ten ‘Three Thousand Black Silks.’

“We’re here!”

The Ghost Mist Boat was incredibly fast, arriving at Ice Wind Valley in the blink of an eye.

“Hmm? There are quite a few people down there?”

“And dozens of Silver Deacons?”

Ye Sheng’s gaze swept downward, taking in the crowd.

He also noticed the dozens of Silver Deacons.

The mission details had mentioned that many Silver Deacons would assist him as support.

Ye Sheng hadn’t paid much attention, thinking there would only be a dozen or so.

He hadn’t expected nearly fifty Silver Deacons to show up.

“As expected of Xuanming Pavilion, a top-tier force in Netherworld City.

To gather so many experts in such a short time!

Ordinary forces couldn’t pull this off.”

Ye Sheng shook his head.

Whoosh!

He piloted the Ghost Mist Boat downward.

…

At the entrance of Ice Wind Valley.

Under everyone’s gaze, a Ghost Mist Boat descended and landed in front of the group of Silver Deacons from Xuanming Pavilion.

This scene caught the attention of many, and their expressions shifted.

Swish!

After the Ghost Mist Boat came to a stop, the mist surrounding it dissipated, revealing the figure on the deck.

It was a young man dressed in white robes, his expression calm as he scanned the crowd at Ice Wind Valley.

And from his body emanated the aura of the 2nd Revolution Perfection Realm.

Seeing this,

Everyone was certain that the newcomer was undoubtedly Xuanming Pavilion’s Golden Deacon!

Ye Sheng’s appearance was like a stabilizing pillar.

Instantly, the Silver Deacons grew excited.

Their Golden Deacon from Xuanming Pavilion had finally arrived!

Many Silver Deacons wore smug expressions as they glanced toward the Bai Family and Guyue Tower factions not far away.

It was as if they were saying… Weren’t you claiming our Xuanming Pavilion had no experts?

Look!

Our Golden Deacon has arrived!

Better keep those mouths shut now.

“Greetings, Lord!”

Over fifty Silver Deacons clasped their hands in unison, their voices booming like thunder.

Not far away, the people from the Bai Family and Guyue Tower quieted down, all sizing up Ye Sheng, the Golden Deacon.

Among the group of Silver Deacons,

the burly man cupped his hands and laughed heartily, feeling immensely relieved.

Earlier, he had been the fiercest in the verbal battle with the Bai Family and Guyue Tower, but deep down, he had felt somewhat uneasy.

Now, with the arrival of the Golden Deacon, his confidence surged instantly, as if he had found a powerful backer.

The bald Elder also wore a smile.

After the four of them bowed and saluted, they all looked up in unison toward this Golden Deacon.

But at that very glance, all four of them were utterly stunned!

All four clearly saw Ye Sheng’s face.

“How could it be him?”

The icy-faced woman paled in shock, recognizing Ye Sheng at a glance.

Wasn’t he the Bronze Steward they had regarded as a burden and kicked out of the team?

How had he now transformed into the Golden Deacon of Xuanming Pavilion?

With a status even higher than theirs?

And now, they were looking to him as their backer!

“This… this… this, I must be seeing things!”

The burly man stammered incoherently, rubbing his eyes fiercely, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Upon seeing Ye Sheng, the youth holding the sword narrowed his eyes, his pupils trembling violently!

Clearly, he too couldn’t believe what he was seeing!

“How could this be?”

The bald Elder’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, also recognizing Ye Sheng at a glance!

“I must be dreaming! How did he become the Golden Deacon of Xuanming Pavilion?”

The icy-faced woman felt as if she were in a dream, her entire being somewhat dazed.

The bald Elder shook his head and focused his gaze on Ye Sheng.

A moment later.

“The aura of 2nd Revolution Perfection, it’s unmistakable!”

The bald Elder muttered to himself.

At this moment, Ye Sheng wasn’t concealing his aura, and the Elder repeatedly confirmed it.

He indeed sensed the aura unique to an Expert at the 2nd Revolution Perfection emanating from Ye Sheng’s body.

But this only deepened the confusion in the Elder’s eyes!

In just ten days, how had Ye Sheng become a Golden Deacon?

Wasn’t this too mythical?

“Could it be that we misjudged him back then?!”

“Were we blind to a true master?”

“Was he actually a Golden Deacon all along, just holding a Bronze Deacon Token?”

Various conjectures raced through the minds of the four.

But soon, all their expressions changed involuntarily!

Especially the icy-faced woman, whose face turned deathly pale. She bit her lip hard, realizing she had likely brought upon herself a Great Catastrophe!

Back then, she had mocked this Golden Deacon to the extreme!

She was also the first to vote to abandon this Golden Deacon.

This undoubtedly deeply offended him!

The expressions of the burly man and the other two weren’t much better either. They all averted their gazes, lowering their heads, afraid that Ye Sheng would notice them in the crowd.

Whoosh!

Ye Sheng put away the Ghost Mist Boat and slowly descended from the sky, sweeping his gaze over the fifty or so Silver Deacons.

Looking at the crowd of gathered Experts, he couldn’t help but feel a complex mix of emotions.

Ten days ago, he was just a lowly Bronze Steward, a newcomer who had just joined Xuanming Pavilion.

Silver Deacons like Zheng Gang were figures far beyond his reach!

Yet in the blink of an eye!

Not only had he surpassed them, but he had also become the Golden Deacon of Xuanming Pavilion!

His status was far beyond what these Silver Deacons could compare to.

Now, they even had to rely on his Combat Power.

Ye Sheng could see from their gazes that these Silver Deacons regarded him as their backer.

Lost in his own reflections, Ye Sheng swept his gaze over the crowd.

Then, he let out a soft exclamation, his eyes settling on a particular spot in the crowd.

“Is that them?”

Ye Sheng saw four Silver Deacons hanging their heads low, their eyes desperately avoiding something, as if trying to evade someone.

When Ye Sheng’s gaze swept over them, even though they kept their heads lowered, he recognized the four at a glance.

They were the same burly men who had once regarded him as a burden.