Chapter 21: A Guessing Game Without Prizes
Two days later, the medicinal herbs in Feng Shi’s field had grown into seedlings.
With several spirit beasts watching over his home, he prepared to leave the outer sect.
Coincidentally, that Yan Cheng had gone out on a mission.
Inner sect disciples needed a reason to leave the mountain, so Feng Shi had to accept a sect mission as well.
The elementary mission wasn’t difficult. It stated that strange things had happened frequently in a small city below Chongshan Sect recently. Although nothing major had occurred, the people were disturbed and restless, so they wanted to ask immortals to take a look.
Feng Shi left the mountain gate and first familiarly arrived in front of his former residence in the outer sect.
At this time, it was exactly when the herb farmers were tending to the medicinal herbs.
Feng Shi returned to his residence to pack two forgotten items, then took the token to find Feng Zhun’s family.
The two elderly people, their skin tanned dark by the sun, greeted Feng Shi with smiles brimming on their faces.
The outer sect was ill-informed. Only Feng Shi, Feng Zhun, and Elder Han had participated in the Inner Sect Grand Trial. Elder Han left after his defeat and didn’t know the news of Feng Zhun’s death. The inner sect people wouldn’t specifically come to notify and comfort the deceased’s family either.
So, apart from Feng Shi, no one in the outer sect knew about this matter yet.
Feng Shi tried to smile as naturally as possible and greeted them: “Uncle Feng! Aunt Feng! Feng Zhun asked me to bring you something!”
Hearing this, the sorrow on the old couple’s faces dissipated, replaced by unconcealable joy. They hurriedly wiped their hands and faces clean and walked quickly toward Feng Shi.
Feng Shi took out the token from his lapel, rubbing it twice with his fingers.
Tears flashed in Feng Zhun’s parents’ eyes as they wiped their hands on their clothes repeatedly: “I thought something had happened, with no news for so long. What is he sending back? How is Zhun’er doing?”
Feng Shi handed over the token and spoke the words he had prepared beforehand: “Rest assured, you two elders. Feng Zhun brought honor to you and has already entered the inner sect. It’s just that his master is strict and doesn’t allow him to return home to visit. He asked me to bring this token back.”
Hearing their son had entered the inner sect, Feng Zhun’s parents beamed with joy. But at the same time, they lamented not being able to meet often, so they could only take the token and rub it.
Feng Shi felt heart-sour watching them. He took out a bag of spirit stones from his Qiankun bag: “And these spirit stones. Feng Zhun said you don’t need to worry about him.”
Feng Zhun’s parents didn’t suspect anything. People around them also offered congratulations one after another, unaware of when this lie would be exposed.
Bidding farewell to Feng Zhun’s parents, Feng Shi found Jin He and told him he had returned to the inner sect.
Jin He was happy and envious, wiping his sweat: “So, so… amazing!”
Feng Shi smiled and said: “I said I’d take you sword-flying before. Do you still want to go?”
Jin He’s eyes lit up instantly: “Want… want!”
So Feng Shi took down the sword at his waist.
The snow-bright sword body extended to accommodate two people. Feng Shi took him for two laps around the outer sect. During this time, Jin He didn’t say a word, just staring infatuatedly at the scenery below.
Only when they finally reached the foot of a mountain did Jin He suddenly speak: “That… there, is, is… where Mo-Mother picked… me, me up…”
Feng Shi looked over.
That place was rich in spiritual energy and could be considered a small blessed land.
“Maybe our Jin He has a big identity. After all, you were born in this kind of place,” Feng Shi said casually with a smile.
Jin He held his waist, stuttering even more against the wind, and also smiled: “If, if… my, my identity, is, extraordinary, that would be… be great!”
The two played happily for half a day, then parted ways.
Hearing Feng Shi was going on a mission, Jin He was a bit worried.
“Heard… heard, that, that place is… haunted.”
People in the outer sect had closer contact with the outside world. They generally heard about whatever happened in nearby cities and towns.
Feng Shi wasn’t very afraid: “Evil cannot suppress righteousness. Besides, if I can’t beat them, I’ll run.”
The city he was going to was called Linyu (Neighboring Fish), named for its proximity to an ancient merman cave dwelling.
After getting on the spirit boat, Feng Shi took the tied-up free-range chicken out of the System account.
Traveling alone was too lonely, so Feng Shi brought the other party along.
Because of its looks, Feng Shi felt riding the other party as a spirit pet seemed more impressive. If he weren’t afraid this guy would throw him off halfway, Feng Shi wouldn’t have spent money renting a spirit boat.
At this very moment, Shen Songhe already had the heart to kill him.
Mistaking him for a free-range chicken was one thing, but actually wanting to use him as a mount was simply treasonous!
Feng Shi didn’t know he was hovering on the edge of life and death. He continued to act as he pleased, hugging the free-range chicken saying it smelled good one moment, then asking if it could grow bigger for him to ride as a spirit pet the next. Finally, he was slapped by Shen Songhe and went to cultivate quietly.
【Host, Linyu City is arriving soon. Opening mission assistance for you now.】
Feng Shi lifted his eyelids: “How does the assistance work?”
Qingqing: 【Plot reveal, key point hints, inspiration injection, etc. Of course, this is just a trial version for now~】
Feng Shi: “…” Thanks, I’m even more unhappy now.
【Key point hints as follows: Key Point 1: Demon Race Key Point 2: About to be revealed Key Point 3: …】
Looking at Feng Shi’s wooden expression, Qingqing added an aside: 【Host can guess other key points; it’s a guessing game without prizes~】
One key point was enough for Feng Shi to brainstorm.
Speaking of the Demon Race, the first person Feng Shi thought of was Pei Qi, and the second was Yan Cheng.
Thinking of this, he voiced his guess: “Could it be that guy Yan Cheng playing tricks?”
The reason he didn’t guess Pei Qi was simply that he felt the dignified Demon Lord wouldn’t condescend to do such a thing.
Qingqing spun around: 【Bingo! Rewarding Host 100 points (fake)!】
Feng Shi couldn’t help giving Qingqing a knock on the head.
The spirit boat flew for less than half a day before Linyu City arrived.
Looking down from above, he could indeed faintly see a bit of lingering demonic aura.
Feng Shi put away the spirit boat in a deserted place and walked to the city gate holding Shen Songhe.
A few old farmers carrying bamboo baskets stood scattered at the city gate, undergoing routine checks by the guards.
Feng Shi patted the free-range chicken in his arms and negotiated with it: “How about you come down and walk for a while? You’re too heavy.”
Shen Songhe glanced sideways at the muddy ground below and didn’t move.
Seeing the other party didn’t respond, Feng Shi dared not act rashly. For some reason, he always felt this free-range chicken had an extraordinary temperament, faintly suppressing him.
Feng Shi argued silently with the other party for a long time, finally clicked his tongue, and compromised: “Fine then, I’ll stuff you into the account first.”
Although Shen Songhe didn’t know what an account was, he had stayed in there for a while—unable to see, hear, or move.
Shen Songhe’s expression solidified.
He didn’t want to go in there again!
So, Feng Shi felt himself pecked again.
With this kind of thing, the first time is strange, the second time is familiar. Shen Songhe pecked without any burden.
Feng Shi’s face twitched in pain. Aiming at the free-range chicken’s butt, he slapped down: “Now you know who’s daddy, huh!”
Shen Songhe: “!!”
A loud crane cry pierced the clouds.
Subsequently, with a smack, Feng Shi was whipped to the ground by a pair of spread snow-white wings.
To the side, several old farmers and soldiers looked at the white crane soaring in the air with shock, their legs going soft one after another, kneeling in Feng Shi’s direction.
“The Immortal Crane manifests! The Immortal Crane manifests! Blessings shine on our city!”
Feng Shi lay on his back on the ground, covering his swollen face, looking at that touch of floating white in the air. He couldn’t help wanting to laugh, silently saying: “So it was an Immortal Crane… No wonder they call it a free-range chicken; the free-range chicken got angry…”
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