Chapter 35: So Unwilling to See This Venerable One?
Feng Shi bore the other party’s hostile gaze, his expression remaining calm and unchanged.
Qiu Changzhou indeed disliked this disciple, but helpless to the fact that his Junior Brother had instructed him not to make things difficult for the other party, plus he completed this mission quite well, he merely glared twice and waved his hand for him to scram.
Feng Shi kept a faint smile on his face throughout, not getting angry at all, and was guided away again.
The Little Senior Sister who brought him was kind. On the way, she even comforted Feng Shi with a couple of sentences: “Master just has a bad temper, but he is a good person. Don’t take some words to heart.”
Feng Shi listened and echoed her, perfunctorily praising him a couple of times.
Of course, he wouldn’t take it to heart. If he had to care about everyone in the world who spoke ill of him, wouldn’t he die of exhaustion or crying?
Especially people who were insignificant to him and his future.
Leaving Qiu Changzhou’s residence, Feng Shi immediately ran to claim his mission reward—two top-grade spirit stones and some medium-grade spirit stones.
Because the mission difficulty increased, two top-grade spirit stones were added to the original reward.
Favorability was hard to get, so Feng Shi took a roundabout route, getting more spirit stones to exchange.
As the saying goes, the rich get richer. There would always be a day when his, Feng Shi’s, spirit stones and favorability were not lacking. At that time, it would be him giving others attitude.
Thinking of this, Feng Shi returned to his residence in a good mood.
Because of an urgent heart wanting to make money, as soon as Feng Shi entered the yard, he went non-stop to sort and dry the herbs.
This busyness lasted until evening before he was mostly done.
Looking at the several winnowing baskets of medicinal herbs on the ground, Feng Shi let out a breath of relief, planning to pick a day to sell them down the mountain early for a good price.
Wiping the sweat from his head, Feng Shi cast a cleaning spell on himself with disdain, walking into the room as he did so.
The lamp was lit inside the room. Feng Shi assumed the white dumpling was inside, so he entered cheerfully, calling out “Little Whitey.”
However, upon entering, he saw that the person who should have been in the room was not there. In the room, only a tall, slender black figure lay sideways on Feng Shi’s couch.
When Feng Shi took two more steps and saw this person’s face clearly, he instantly went numb from head to toe, freezing at the door, unwilling to move.
“What? So unwilling to see This Venerable One?” Pei Qi lay sideways on the couch, supporting his head with one hand, half-closing his eyes as he yawned.
Glancing sideways at Feng Shi, Pei Qi waved his hand lazily, greeting a puppy: “Come here.”
Feng Shi dared not disobey him, so he could only brace himself and go over, kneeling on one knee in front of the bed and calling out, “Lord Demon Venerable.”
Pei Qi heard this, narrowed his eyes in a smile, and reached out to rub Feng Shi’s hair. “Good boy~”
Feng Shi didn’t know what he came for again.
His backlash hadn’t appeared for over a year, not even after the Inner Sect Grand Trial. He originally thought Lord Demon Venerable was a busy noble who had long forgotten about this matter.
Unexpectedly, not only did he not forget, but he remembered it clearly. Here he was, knocking on the door.
Pei Qi’s movements didn’t change; he just lay sideways playing with Feng Shi’s hair, even shamelessly placing it under his nose to smell.
Feng Shi’s scalp tightened, and an animated image of the “Metro Grandpa looking at phone” automatically popped up in his mind.
Yes, that was a perfect portrayal of his mood right now.
“Does Lord Demon Venerable have something to do with this sudden visit?” seeing him silent, Feng Shi spoke first, hoping that if there was something, he could say it quickly.
Pei Qi’s dark red pupils welled up with a bit of laughter, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “What? Can’t I come to find you if there’s nothing?”
Feng Shi shook his head, ingratiatingly rubbing his head against his hand. “Of course not, Lord Demon Venerable can come anytime…”
Pei Qi seemed pleased by his action, laughing happily, his fingers combing through his hair intermittently.
Feng Shi spat on him in his heart: Dead pervert! Big pervert!
Pei Qi naturally didn’t know what he was thinking. “I heard…”
Finally getting to the main topic!
Feng Shi immediately looked up, looking at him with eager eyes.
Pei Qi met his gaze, consciously becoming more satisfied with this obedient little dog, and spoke in a good mood:
“I heard you caught Yan Cheng?”
There seemed to be no blame in Pei Qi’s words, but the smile on Feng Shi’s face still collapsed.
He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and calculated in his heart how to speak to make the other party less angry.
But before he could come up with a reason, Pei Qi spoke again, his tone unable to hide his pleasure, patting his head as if praising him: “You did well.”
Feng Shi was confused, the surprise on his face undisguised.
Yan Cheng was the son of a Demon Elder no matter what. Being caught by him like this, Feng Shi thought Pei Qi came to ask for the person back.
Who would have thought the facts were quite the opposite?
Pei Qi was amused by his reaction again, revealing some smiles.
He found it interesting and couldn’t help but want to tease him more.
But thinking of Yan Cheng, the smile on his face became fake, a skin-deep smile that looked particularly gloomy and terrifying.
“I don’t like people who take shortcuts. He deserved to die anyway.”
Feng Shi shivered at his tone and nodded obediently.
Pei Qi sat up straight, changed his appearance again, touched Feng Shi’s face, and said gently, “Unlike you, saving This Venerable One so much worry.”
Feng Shi: “…”
He didn’t respond, and Pei Qi didn’t get angry. Looking at Feng Shi for a long time, he suddenly said, “You seem to have grown a lot recently.”
Feng Shi: “En. …En?”
He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, not feeling anything different. “I’m already nineteen.”
The implication was, how could he still grow?
Pei Qi shook his head disapprovingly and affirmed, “Changed.”
His tone was certain, so Feng Shi didn’t reply further.
If it changed, it changed; admitting it wasn’t a big deal anyway.
“Perhaps it’s the influence of the cultivation method practiced,” Feng Shi found a random reason.
Pei Qi snorted a laugh through his nose and didn’t continue the topic.
After waiting for a while, the other party remained silent. Feng Shi thought it was over.
But after waiting and waiting, the other party simply didn’t leave.
Helpless, Feng Shi had to look up.
Unexpectedly, this pig Pei Qi was staring at him secretly!
This look up, and he was caught off guard, extremely close to the other party.
Eyes facing eyes, nose tip facing nose tip, breathing audible to each other, almost making one suspect they could kiss in the next second.
Feng Shi opened his eyes wide in fright, retreating in panic, and fell sitting on the ground.
Seeing this, Pei Qi instantly burst into loud laughter, the voice so loud Feng Shi suspected the entire mountain top could hear it.
Pei Qi called him “puppy, puppy” to get up, even using the clicking sound common folk used to call dogs.
Feng Shi held a breath in his heart, letting him laugh.
When Pei Qi finally laughed enough, he straightened his face. “Alright, not teasing you anymore.”
“Your master came to find you this time for business.”
Feng Shi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, immediately adjusting himself, putting on an expectant expression, and knee-walking over. “Lord Demon Venerable, please give orders.”
Pei Qi leaned in, reached out to pinch his chin, his smile carrying a bit of frivolity. “Help me… deliver something.”
Feng Shi acted out a bit of innocence in his eyes, round like a dog’s. “What?”
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