Chapter 8: Avalanche
Half an hour later.
The poison in the disciples’ bodies was temporarily alleviated, and their complexions returned to normal.
Feng Shi sat to the side, waiting for the other party to speak first.
Sure enough, perhaps out of gratitude, or perhaps out of guilt, the leader spoke with an awkward expression: “From now on, you follow us. We are all from Sanyang Peak. My name is Zhou Ying.”
Feng Shi immediately called out obediently, looking very well-behaved: “Senior Brother Zhou Ying!”
Zhou Ying was stunned for a moment, then said: “Let’s go, it’s not safe here.”
Feng Shi hurriedly followed them with a beaming smile.
Speaking of which, they were all still half-grown children. These disciples didn’t hold deep malice toward Feng Shi and soon accepted him.
From their conversation along the way, Feng Shi learned that the reason they were injured was that they had accidentally encountered a Snow Demon Ape earlier.
That guy had a massive build and highly toxic claws, killing more than half of their partners.
However, this was only an illusionary realm. Those who died here were merely sent out of the tower and didn’t truly die. Within this one-month period, they could also enter again.
For the next half day, the group encountered some small monsters.
Feng Shi performed very bravely this time; after all, he wouldn’t be sent out.
The disciples were astonished. Seeing Feng Shi give them the blood crystals he had painstakingly obtained, their favorability soared instantly.
Although the favorability these people provided to Feng Shi was just a drop in the bucket, casting a long line to catch a big fish—accumulating steps to reach a thousand miles—reputation was built up bit by bit. Feng Shi felt it was worth it.
When it was almost dark, the group found a hidden cave to rest. Unexpectedly, before they could even start a fire, they bumped into another group of people.
From Zhou Ying’s mouth, Feng Shi learned that this group was the most hooligan-like peak in the Chongshan Sect: disciples of the Duanqi Peak (Forging Peak).
Feng Shi couldn’t help but want to laugh. Duanqi (Forging), Duanqi (Stop Breathing)?
“Hand over the blood crystals!” The burly disciple cut straight to the chase, demanding blood crystals as soon as he came up. Carrying a blade on his shoulder, his demeanor was arrogant, acting as if it were a matter of course.
Zhou Ying also had a big temper: “On what grounds?”
The man chuckled and pointed behind him: “On the grounds that we have more people!”
…Indeed.
Feng Shi quickly grabbed the impulsive Zhou Ying, lowered his voice, and spoke rapidly: “Senior Brother Zhou Ying, of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, fleeing is the best. A wise man doesn’t fight when the odds are against him. They are just a bunch of sneaky bastards; let’s leave first.”
Zhou Ying frowned and pushed away his hand, annoyed: “Am I the kind of person who flees from battle! If I leave now, won’t I be laughed at by others in the future!”
But in fact, their current situation was indeed unsuitable for fighting; if they fought, they would only suffer.
Several junior brothers and sisters looked at Zhou Ying eagerly just like Feng Shi: “Let’s leave first, Senior Brother…”
Zhou Ying looked at them, speechless for a moment, and hesitated.
Feng Shi: “If this were real combat…”
Zhou Ying had an epiphany.
If this were real combat, they would only have one life; not running would be foolish. Thinking of this, he glared unwillingly at that group one last time, then gathered his breath and ran.
They all used their fastest speed, catching the other side off guard.
Feng Shi was only at the Qi Refining stage and struggled to keep up. Fortunately, he was given a lift by a kind Senior Brother.
By this time, the sky was dark, and the wind was blowing hard. It looked like there was going to be a big storm, so the Duanqi Peak disciples didn’t chase after them.
The wind and snow grew heavier. Luckily, not long after, they discovered another cave.
After entering, everyone was stunned.
Because there was already someone inside this cave.
Feng Shi saw this person’s face and rejoiced in his heart, calling out: “Senior Brother Lin Tong!”
Zhou Ying’s tense face softened a little. He sheathed his sword and asked Feng Shi: “You know each other?”
Feng Shi said vaguely: “I know him.”
Shen Songhe saw them come in but only glanced once and said nothing, which could be considered a tacit permission for them to stay.
Zhou Ying and the others found a spot slightly further away from Shen Songhe to stay, while Feng Shi slowly moved closer to him.
“Senior Brother Lin Tong… are you alone?” Feng Shi sat down, then spoke with a smile.
Shen Songhe didn’t answer him, closing his eyes to rest.
Feng Shi saw his complexion was poor. Looking closer, he was indeed injured.
The wound was on his calf, and the bleeding had stopped.
Although this was only the first layer of the Demon Slaying Tower, there was no lack of difficult monsters. Encountering one alone wouldn’t be easy to deal with.
“Senior Brother, are you injured?”
Shen Songhe’s gaze swept over coldly.
Feng Shi remained calm, resting his chin on his hand and smiling at him: “I still have some pills here; do you want them, Senior Brother?”
Shen Songhe narrowed his eyes imperceptibly, then tilted his head against the stone surface with no interest, too lazy to talk to him.
Before that incident happened, Shen Songhe had doted on this little disciple very much, yielding to him in everything.
But no matter what, he couldn’t bring himself to like the other party now. If not for the sake of an old friend, having done such a thing, this person wouldn’t be alive at all.
Shen Songhe had always known those people’s thoughts. But he hadn’t expected that even his own disciple would…
Thinking of this point, a wave of nausea rose in his heart.
At this moment, Feng Shi looked at Shen Songhe’s suddenly dropping favorability value on the panel, his face full of question marks.
Perhaps he was annoyed. Feng Shi silently shut his mouth. He felt a chill on his body, shivered, and said to himself: “The snow is falling so heavily; it’s really cold.”
No one answered him again.
The storm raged all night.
The second day.
It was fine weather, with no wind or snow, and the sunshine was pleasant.
Shen Songhe left first.
Because of the side mission, Feng Shi had to make up an excuse to bid farewell to Zhou Ying and the others, following behind Shen Songhe at a moderate distance.
To tell the truth, although Shen Songhe was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, he was obviously much stronger than other disciples. Killing a mid-level demon beast took only an instant.
Feng Shi also stopped slacking off and seriously killed demon beasts.
He had a premonition that Shen Songhe should be entering the second layer soon, so he naturally had to hurry up.
After the incident of deducting favorability yesterday, Feng Shi also understood that sticking too close would only make the other party uncomfortable. Anyway, the mission was just to protect him; it didn’t matter if they didn’t communicate.
Thinking this way, Feng Shi followed all the way until they arrived in front of a high mountain that pierced into the clouds.
Beneath the high mountain, two groups of people were fighting over blood crystals. The fight was intense, and spiritual energy struck the mountain body, causing rumbling loud noises.
Just as Feng Shi wanted to sigh, a piercing alarm suddenly came from his mind.
【Warning! Warning! An avalanche is about to occur ahead. Please leave in time, Host!】
Feng Shi looked up. High on the mountain, amidst the clouds and mist, white snow poured down like a flood. However, because white clouds surrounded it, no one noticed it for a moment.
So that rumbling sound was an avalanche!
Feng Shi hurriedly drew his sword and jumped on, shouting to Shen Songhe ahead: “Senior Brother Lin Tong, there’s danger ahead!”
Shen Songhe seemed to have also noticed the rolling snow and rose on his sword.
But unexpectedly, the other party didn’t fly toward Feng Shi but headed straight forward.
Feng Shi cursed, hesitated for a few seconds, and also chased after him.
It was fine if he died, but Shen Songhe couldn’t die!
The speed of flying on a sword was extremely fast, preventing these cultivators from losing their lives like ordinary people. But this mountain was too high, and a large-scale collapse of accumulated snow wasn’t easy to dodge.
Feng Shi flew upward. In just a few moments, the oncoming snow foam had already submerged the place where that group of people had just been fighting.
His line of sight was obstructed, and Shen Songhe’s figure could no longer be seen. Feng Shi could only brave the wind and snow to continue forward.
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