Chapter 14: Little Dog is Disobedient
“Mute! Who did you bring back?” As soon as they walked into the herb garden, someone shouted at Jin He.
Jin He pursed his lips and answered somewhat reluctantly: “It’s, it’s the person Elder Han… told me to pick, up.”
The person asking heard this and laughed: “Is it that disciple who was kicked out of the inner sect?”
Once this person spoke, his loud voice caused the people originally burying their heads in work in the herb fields to look up to join the fun, whispering and looking at Feng Shi.
Jin He looked at Feng Shi, his tone somewhat anxious: “Feng, Brother Feng Shi… don’t, don’t listen to them… talking nonsense!”
Feng Shi shook his head with a smile: “En, ignore them.”
The two bypassed this herb garden and walked in another direction.
Finally, Jin He brought Feng Shi to a place resembling a mansion.
Two strong men guarded the mansion entrance, and the plaque read “Purple Gold Court”.
“This… is, Han, Elder Han’s… residence.”
On the way, Feng Shi heard Jin He say that the Elder Han in charge here wanted to see him.
“Alright, you wait for me outside for a moment.”
Jin He looked at him with some worry and nodded.
Feng Shi gave him a reassuring smile. He was led into the courtyard and met that Elder Han without delay.
The Elder Han in front of him looked over fifty, with gray hair and kind features. When Feng Shi came in, he was sitting on a cushion meditating and circulating Qi.
Based on the degree of the other party’s Qi circulation, Feng Shi could roughly tell he was at the late stage of Qi Refining.
But at this age, still at Qi Refining, the possibility of entering the inner sect wasn’t high.
“Elder.” Feng Shi didn’t lack etiquette while thinking, avoiding any behavior that would reduce favorability, and spoke respectfully.
Hearing the voice, Elder Han slightly opened his eyes to look at him, then nodded, stroking his beard with satisfaction: “It seems you still know some etiquette.”
Then he continued: “You must understand, from today on, you are a person of the outer sect. You should recognize your own status.”
“Disciple understands.” Feng Shi piled a flattering smile on his face, answering quickly and sensibly.
Hearing this, Elder Han’s brow and eyes softened again: “En, not bad.”
“Leave the cultivation methods you learned in the inner sect behind, then you may leave.”
Feng Shi was stunned for a moment, not expecting this to be the other party’s goal, then smiled and responded: “Yes, disciple absolutely dares not hold anything back.”
He didn’t hesitate to replicate the basic cultivation methods he learned in the inner sect and offered them with both hands.
As for what Xu Yan gave him, they were all hidden in the System account.
Outer sect disciples stealing inner sect cultivation methods was actually prohibited. Elder Han should know this, but perhaps because his lifespan was running out, he had no choice but to do this to seek a breakthrough.
But whatever the result, it was none of Feng Shi’s business.
Seeing the cultivation methods, Elder Han finally stood up and personally took the cultivation methods from Feng Shi’s hands, his old face piled with smiles unusually ruddy.
After touching the cultivation methods enough, he put away his smile, looking serious: “You should keep your mouth shut about this matter, understand?”
Feng Shi nodded: “Disciple understands.”
“Go.”
Leaving Elder Han’s residence, Feng Shi followed Jin He to the residence arranged for him by the outer sect.
“Feng, Brother Feng Shi, it, it’s here.” Jin He pointed at a somewhat dilapidated mud house and said.
Feng Shi: “…”
Jin He pointed to the side again: “Me and, Mother, live… here.”
Feng Shi looked over; it was an identical mud house, with some dry thatch covering it.
Had the outer sect become this poor? Feng Shi was helpless.
As if seeing through his confusion, Jin He continued to explain: “We, are, are the lowest…”
Feng Shi understood and quickly accepted it: “Small matter, doesn’t matter.”
Jin He added: “Every day, at dawn, have, have to go to the herb garden. Sun… sunset return.”
Feng Shi still nodded, then walked into this broken house belonging to him.
The room was filled with an earthy smell and a musty odor. The lighting was extremely poor; in broad daylight, it was as dark as a cave, damp and stuffy.
Feng Shi coughed twice, waved his hand in disgust, and formed a seal in his hand, casting a simple cleaning spell.
He also lit a lamp, and the room instantly became much cleaner and brighter.
Jin He watched from the side, envy about to spill out from his eyes.
Feng Shi smiled and patted his shoulder: “Another day, I’ll fly on a sword and take you for a spin in the sky.”
Jin He responded with bright eyes: “Okay!”
The days following were leisurely and comfortable.
Every day, Feng Shi planted herbs, identified herbs, cultivated, and then indifferently endured others’ sarcasm and humiliation. No matter how ugly the words were, they went in one ear and out the other.
It was quite comfortable initially, until the demonic energy in his body surged again without warning.
This night, the familiar pain swept through his whole body. Feng Shi sat cross-legged on the bed, trying to suppress it, but with his Foundation Establishment cultivation, he couldn’t do it at all.
After wretchedly vomiting a mouthful of blood, Feng Shi could only shake his body and take out the token Demon Lord Pei Qi gave him from the System account.
Previously in the Demon Slaying Tower, there was Xu Yan, a Hua Shen cultivator, helping him suppress it. Now that he was alone, he probably could only call this person over.
Injecting spiritual energy into the token, the token lit up and soon emitted wisps of demonic aura.
After doing this, Feng Shi curled up on the bed, exhausted.
However, half an hour later, Pei Qi still hadn’t come.
Feng Shi couldn’t bear the pain and could only continuously inject spiritual energy into the token. He was sure the other party could receive it, but Pei Qi simply didn’t come.
It wasn’t until dawn approached, when Feng Shi was delirious from pain, that the carefree Demon Lord arrived late.
“Why did you think of calling this Venerable One?” Pei Qi lifted his robe and half-squatted in front of the bed. His expression was unclear in the dim light. He slightly lifted Feng Shi’s sweat-drenched chin, word by word: “Hmm? Little, dog?”
Feng Shi whimpered, grabbing the other’s sleeve with wet eyes, gasping: “Pain…”
Pei Qi didn’t respond. The hand pinching his chin tightened. He looked around with a smile, his disgust undisguised in his eyes: “Look, only haven’t seen you for half a year, how did you fall into such a state?”
Feng Shi was in no mood to discuss the environment with him, reminding the other party again with a trembling voice: “Demon Lord… backlash…”
“Ah…” Pei Qi dragged out the tone, looking down at Feng Shi. In the darkness, only a pair of bloodthirsty red pupils emitted dangerous light: “So the little dog still knows he has a master…”
Hearing his tone, Feng Shi felt cold all over, sensing something bad.
Sure enough, in just the next second, the smile on Pei Qi’s face abruptly vanished, his eyes simultaneously becoming sinister and terrifying. The strength in his hand was so great it seemed he wanted to crush Feng Shi’s bones, his tone fierce: “Speak! Who did you find to help you during these few months!”
Feng Shi’s chin twitched in pain, cursing him as sick in his heart, but had to endure the pain and reply tearfully: “It was Master! My Master! At that time… I… was being punished in the Demon Slaying Tower, inconvenient to call… Demon Lord, so…”
Pei Qi narrowed his eyes, seeming to consider the truthfulness of his words.
Feng Shi immediately repeated: “It’s true! I… absolutely dare not… deceive Demon Lord…”
A moment later, Pei Qi rolled his eyes and finally let go. Then he smiled as if changing face, his voice extremely gentle: “Little dog was disobedient. Isn’t my punishment as a master deserved? Right? Hmm?”
Feng Shi nodded repeatedly without hesitation.
“Does it hurt?” Pei Qi asked again, even gently patting his head.
Feng Shi broke out in a sweat, shuddering at his smile, but still answered obediently: “Hurts…”
So Pei Qi smiled and patted his face: “Right that it hurts. Have to learn to remember, understood?”
Feng Shi thought in his heart: Wait until the day I can OOC!
On the surface: “Under… understood…”
Pei Qi seemed satisfied only then, showing mercy to help him suppress the backlash.
Facts proved that as long as the strength was strong enough, strong enough to surpass the Hua Shen realm, it didn’t have to be Pei Qi.
If not for no powerful being willing to help him, Feng Shi really wanted to get rid of this damn pervert immediately!
“Oh, I remembered.”
Just sat up, Feng Shi, who thought he was fine, heard Pei Qi say this again and couldn’t help shivering.
“Little dog was actually kicked out of the inner sect?”
“Tsk, what to do then? You know, I didn’t save you just for you to enter the outer sect…” Seeing Feng Shi was fine, Pei Qi sat in mid-air, looking like he intended to settle another account with Feng Shi.
He played with his hair in his hand, speaking seemingly casually.
Feng Shi felt a chill on his neck and guaranteed: “A year later, I will test into the inner sect again!”
Pei Qi frowned and tilted his head: “Really?”
Feng Shi suspected that if he dared to hesitate for a second, the other party would snap his neck, so he quickly said: “Really!”
“Alright then.” Pei Qi was surprisingly easy to talk to, smiling: “But… if you can’t get in…”
Feng Shi decisively interrupted him: “No ifs!”
Pei Qi started laughing, leaning back and forth, pointing a finger at him: “Interesting hahaha, little dog, really a little dog.”
Feng Shi’s face turned black secretly.
So he was indeed treated as a dog, right? The kind of little toy that could be kicked away at any time and teased when idle.
“Here, this cultivation method counts as a reward for you. If you can’t enter the inner sect, leave your dog head for me to play as a ball.”
Feng Shi perilously caught the cultivation method that flew over, hesitating: “But… I still can’t control demonic arts…”
Pei Qi explained in a good mood: “A little trinket I picked up from another sect, giving it to you.”
So it wasn’t a demonic art.
Feng Shi accepted it: “Many thanks, Demon Lord.”
Pei Qi waved his sleeve, leaving a sentence: “The backlash shouldn’t appear for this year. You must cultivate well.”
After speaking, the person turned into a cloud of thick black mist and disappeared.
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