Chapter 43: The White Moonlight of the Cultivation World
Shen Songhe’s consciousness was blurred. His hands were clutching the lapels of the person before him, his head buried against their chest as he devoutly and carefully kissed that pale pink scar.
“Shixiong…”
Shen Songhe murmured unconsciously, his hot breath spraying against Feng Shi’s neck, itching and teasing all at once.
Feng Shi immediately realized who Shen Songhe was calling. He felt a mix of helplessness and nervousness.
He reached out, carefully cupping Shen Songhe’s face, and called out in a low voice, “Shizun? Shizun?”
Shen Songhe’s forehead and nose were beaded with sweat. Hearing the voice, he lifted his eyes to look at him. His gaze was completely lost; it didn’t look like he was sober at all.
The wardrobe was too small; the two of them were pressed tightly against each other.
Any physical changes were immediately obvious to both parties.
Feng Shi felt a bit awkward and carefully tried to put some distance between them.
interrupted by Shen Songhe, he didn’t know if Qiu Changzhou outside the door had left yet. He held his breath, preparing to listen again, but he hadn’t expected Shen Songhe to become so restless. Just as Feng Shi pushed him away, he leaned back in.
He opened his mouth and bit down on Feng Shi’s collarbone.
“Hiss!” Feng Shi shivered violently, quickly covering his neck.
It wasn’t exactly painful, but it was enough of a shock.
Numb from head to toe, Feng Shi covered Shen Songhe’s mouth and explained weakly, “Shizun, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I am Feng Shi…”
His lowered voice was exceptionally clear inside the wardrobe, yet it carried a floating ambiguity, like the whispered sweet nothings between lovers.
Shen Songhe shook his head, his face flushed completely red. Triggered by the medicinal effects of the Bingdi Red, his instincts were unleashed, and he was nearly uncontrollable.
Feng Shi felt this couldn’t go on. He kept one hand on Shen Songhe’s flexible waist while craning his neck to look outside the cabinet.
The room was quiet; there was no sign of Qiu Changzhou. Feng Shi’s taut nerves relaxed a little, and he tentatively opened the wardrobe door a crack.
But before he could get out, the bedroom door rattled loudly again.
Feng Shi quickly pulled the cabinet door shut.
His heart beat so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his throat and ears.
To make matters worse, Shen Songhe continued to wreak havoc, his hands moving dishonestly all over Feng Shi’s body.
“Shixiong… I miss you so much, Shixiong…” Shen Songhe spoke in a delirium, without a trace of his usual aloofness.
Feng Shi frowned and tried to pull him off, his tone becoming heavier. “I am not your Shixiong!”
Unexpectedly, even in his dazed state, Shen Songhe argued back, hugging him tightly and refusing to let go. “You are!”
Feng Shi laughed in exasperation.
Shizun, do you know your character setting has collapsed?
At this moment, Shen Songhe was trapped in deep memories. Every expression, movement, and word followed his true heart.
It was as if he were back in the days from a hundred years ago. Liu Yi was still there, and he could recklessly reveal the emotions deep within his heart.
The banging on the door continued, and Feng Shi finally realized something was wrong.
The force and frequency didn’t seem like something Qiu Changzhou would produce.
Only then did he remember that Yan Luo was still outside. It was likely blocked by some restriction on the door.
Realizing this, Feng Shi relaxed completely. He pushed open the cabinet door and, carrying his human-shaped ornament, moved with difficulty to the bedside.
“Shizun, let go first. I’ll go pour some water,” Feng Shi coaxed gently, patting Shen Songhe’s arms which were hooped around his waist, squeezing him until it was hard to breathe.
Shen Songhe ignored him completely. Embracing Feng Shi, he tried to drag him onto the bed.
Feng Shi was determined not to let him succeed.
He wasn’t Liu Yi. If he really went along with it, he feared that even with a hundred mouths, he wouldn’t be able to explain himself once Shen Songhe woke up.
“Shizun, I really am not Uncle-Master Liu Yi. You’ve got the wrong person!”
As Feng Shi spoke, he used his “iron hand” without mercy, holding his breath and using a burst of strength to pry Shen Songhe’s hands away.
But as soon as he pried them off, they wrapped around him again in the blink of an eye.
During the tug-of-war, Feng Shi finally witnessed the true nature beneath Shen Songhe’s “High Mountain Flower” exterior. Finally, having no other choice, he gritted his teeth and chopped his hand against Shen Songhe’s neck, knocking him unconscious.
Finally laying the person on the bed, Feng Shi let out a deep breath, his body covered in sweat.
First, he poured a cup of water and fed it to the person on the bed who was flushed red from fever. Then, he opened the door to let in Yan Luo, who was constantly ramming against it.
As soon as Yan Luo entered, it went straight for Shen Songhe on the bed. Seeing that he was fine, it turned around, intending to deal with Feng Shi.
Feng Shi knew it would want to settle the score, so he spoke preemptively: “Wait! If you kill me, who will take care of Shizun? He’s in a bad state right now and needs someone watching him constantly!”
Yan Luo was just an iron sword with a sealed sword spirit; what could it do?
However, what Feng Shi didn’t know was that the current Yan Luo wouldn’t actually hurt him. At most, it just wanted to scare him.
First, because Shen Songhe had given orders. Second, because Yan Luo felt that Feng Shi was becoming more and more like Liu Yi. Whether in appearance or personality, Feng Shi had reached a point where he could pass for the genuine article. It couldn’t bring itself to strike.
Seeing that Yan Luo had no intention of slitting his throat, Feng Shi wiped away his sweat.
On the bed, Shen Songhe sank into a deep nightmare. Images from his memory flooded in—the beautiful, the painful—constantly tearing at him.
In the dream, Liu Yi was smiling at him, his eyes curved as he ruffled Shen Songhe’s hair. “Little He is truly the cutest child. So smart, too. You’ll definitely surpass Shixiong when you grow up.”
“Shixiong really likes Little He the best. Don’t be angry.”
“Shixiong will stay with Little He for a long, long time…”
“Shen Songhe, what we are doing is wrong!”
“Little He, Shixiong doesn’t have long to live…”
“Little He, let’s make a promise. A hundred-year pact. We will meet under this tree again.”
In the end, blood-red blurred the dreamscape. All the images faded, splattered with bloody filth.
Shen Songhe trembled with fear in the dream. But no matter how hard he tried to wipe away the red, he couldn’t clean it off. It only spread more, staining the entire world crimson.
Meanwhile, outside the dream, Feng Shi wiped the fine sweat from Shen Songhe’s face. Watching him mutter vague syllables from dry, red lips with a tightly furrowed brow, Feng Shi chatted idly with Qingqing.
“I never expected him to have such a history. I thought it was miserable enough reading the original novel, but the prequel is even worse.”
Qingqing spoke leisurely: 【Yes, very miserable. So, Host, you must treat him well~】
Feng Shi’s eyelids twitched. “Treat him well how? It’s not like I can really turn into Liu Yi and come back to life, right?”
Although he couldn’t be considered perfectly straight, he didn’t want to be beast enough to covet Shen Songhe.
Looking at Shen Songhe and Liu Yi, it was obvious their past was full of passion.
Qingqing whispered very quietly: 【Don’t say it, your guess is actually quite spot on…】
“What?” Feng Shi tilted his head, not hearing clearly.
Qingqing certainly didn’t dare to leak confidential information, so it equivocated: 【Nothing, just saying it’s not very likely.】
Feng Shi nodded.
After settling Shen Songhe and tucking him into the quilt, Feng Shi didn’t dare leave. He knelt by the bed, waiting for him to wake up.
During this time, he silently reviewed the books copied into his sea of consciousness and gained a general understanding of the events from a hundred years ago.
Liu Yi died in a Great War between Immortals and Demons, and his death was tragic.
Shen Songhe’s Golden Core was also destroyed at that time.
In short, the Demon Race invaded in full force back then. The strongest sect, Chongshan Sect, bore the brunt of the attack. Many elders and genius disciples fell, and the losses were heavy. They fell from being the leader of all immortal sects to the tail end of the Ten Great Immortal Sects.
Liu Yi made significant contributions in this war. A heavenly pride of his generation who died so tragically—it was why he was still revered and missed by everyone in the cultivation world today.
He could be said to be the well-deserved “White Moonlight” of the cultivation world.
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