Chapter 58: I Missed You
Seeing Feng Shi looking as if he had been struck by lightning, Zhou Ying patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, “Don’t worry too much. Right now, everyone’s attention is on the Wu Cheng Sword, so you’re safe for the time being.”
As he spoke, he glanced at the sword on Feng Shi’s back with envy and sighed from the bottom of his heart. “I never expected this. To think that back in the Demon Slaying Tower, you were just a poor little thing hiding behind me. In the blink of an eye, you’ve become so formidable.”
Feng Shi suppressed the awkwardness in his heart and smiled. “It’s just that I have an affinity with it, that’s all.”
“Affinity?” Zhou Yingâs eyes widened. “This is more than just mere affinity! Who in the cultivation world doesn’t know that the Wu Cheng Sword only recognizes Immortal Lord Yi Liu?”
“When Immortal Lord Yi Liu fell, Wu Cheng collected dust and refused to come out. It remained silent for a hundred years; no matter how talented the cultivator, no one could shake it in the slightest!”
“You say affinity… surely you aren’t the reincarnation of Immortal Lord Yi Liu?” Zhou Ying joked.
Feng Shi was thoroughly stunned.
Wu Cheng… was originally his sword?
Him again?
The figure Feng Shi had seen in the illusion at the Hidden Sword Pavilion flashed through his mindâclad in white robes rivaling snow, retaining his grace even when nailed to the city wall.
In this moment, Feng Shi truly realized just how dazzling an existence that person was, and he couldn’t help but feel a sourness rising in his heart.
No wonder Shizun had been infatuated with him for a hundred years and still remembered him now…
“Junior Brother Feng?”
“Junior Brother Feng.” Zhou Ying waved his hand in front of Feng Shi’s face, his tone a bit urgent. “Don’t space out, the Sect Leader is here!”
Feng Shi snapped back to reality and looked in the direction everyone was bowing toward.
Qiu Changzhou was rushing over, burning with anxiety.
“Where is he? Where is Feng Shi?” As soon as he arrived, he called out loudly. His slightly rugged, sword-like eyebrows were knitted tightly together, giving him quite an imposing air.
Feng Shi didn’t dare delay. He stepped out of the crowd and bowed. “Sect Leader Shishu.”
Qiu Changzhou immediately spotted the heavy black sword on Feng Shi’s back. His pupils constricted. Even though he had long mastered the art of not displaying his emotions, he couldn’t help but be astonished.
“It really is Wu Cheng…” Qiu Changzhou murmured in a low voice, stumbling back a few steps on weak legs. Before his eyes, Feng Shi’s figure overlapped perfectly with that of another person, like a carbon copy.
“Is… is it you? Have you returned?”
Qiu Changzhouâs face was slightly pale, but the rims of his eyes were red. He seemed to have already decided that Feng Shi was the person in his heart.
Feng Shi frowned slightly.
As a junior, he respected this Immortal Lord Yi Liu immensely, but as an independent individual, he did not wish to be anyone’s shadow.
Since everyone was looking through him to mourn Liu Yi, he would compete with him fairly.
“I apologize, Sect Leader. I am not him,” Feng Shi said, neither humble nor arrogant, his tone firm.
Qiu Changzhou was dazed for a moment. Slowly, he recovered his usual dignified air. His brows furrowed again as he said in a deep voice, “Take the sword down and let me see it.”
Feng Shi obediently removed Wu Cheng and presented it with both hands.
Qiu Changzhou reached out to take the sword. Although he had prepared his full strength, he still couldn’t withstand the weight.
Clang!
The sharp tip of the sword plunged straight into the ground, sending cracks spiderwebbing out for several meters.
Veins popped on Qiu Changzhouâs forehead. He took a breath and tossed the sword back into Feng Shiâs arms.
Feng Shi caught it effortlessly. He returned it to his back as easily as if he were playing with a wooden toy sword, then looked at Qiu Changzhou with round, innocent eyes.
Qiu Changzhouâs breath hitched at the sight. He then let out a cold harrumph and flung his sleeve. “Count yourself lucky!”
In his heart, naturally, only his Senior Brother Liu Yi was worthy of the Wu Cheng Sword. But this sword had been silent for a hundred years and had now acknowledged a master again. Qiu Changzhou didn’t know if this was a coincidence or some long-overdue opportunity, but regardless, he found Feng Shi much more pleasing to the eye.
Feng Shi broke into a smile. “I am indebted to the Sect’s protection.”
Seeing this scene, the surrounding disciples looked at Feng Shi with a newfound, silent awe.
If they were skeptical just a moment ago, they had no choice but to believe now.
A sword that even the Sect Leader couldn’t liftâit was undoubtedly the tyrannical Wu Cheng of legend.
Aside from its acknowledged master, no one else could dream of moving it an inch.
And for such a celestial sword, what kind of talent was required to be worthy of it?
Qiu Changzhou hadn’t heard Feng Shi shouting in the sky earlier, so he didn’t settle that score. instead, he waved his sleeve impatiently at the onlookers. “Stop looking, everyone disperse!”
With that, he vanished into thin air.
Left behind, Feng Shi gave a sheepish smile to the crowd and prepared to leave as well. Just then, Xiao Yuhui arrived late and called out to him from behind.
“Junior Brother!”
Feng Shi stopped in his tracks.
He realized he had actually forgotten about Xiao Yuhui.
“Senior Brother, I’ve chosen my sword. Let’s go back.”
Xiao Yuhui had already heard the news of Feng Shi awakening a supreme-grade celestial sword on his way over. Seeing the sword on his back now and confirming it, a turbulent sea of shock rose in his heart, which later transformed into a faint sense of inferiority.
“Junior Brother is truly amazing.”
Hearing this, Feng Shi bent his eyes at him obediently, revealing bright teeth and clear eyes. “Thank you for the praise, Senior Brother!”
Xiao Yuhuiâs heart skipped a beat. A moment later, his handsome face flushed, and the last trace of unwilling bitterness in his heart vanished like smoke with that smile.
Bidding farewell to Zhou Ying, Feng Shi and Xiao Yuhui left side by side, walking toward Yihe Peak, which was quite a distance away.
Along the way, Xiao Yuhui seemed exceptionally talkative. One moment he said he would refine more pills for Feng Shi to nourish his body, the next he wanted to give Feng Shi several protective magical artifacts.
Feng Shi already had plenty from Xu Yan, so he tried to decline, but Xiao Yuhui tirelessly insisted on giving him things.
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Watching Xiao Yuhuiâs favorability constantly rising on the system panel, Feng Shi couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed.
Sure enough, the target designated by the System as the easiest to conquer didn’t even require him to lift a finger; he just conquered himself.
Upon arriving at Yihe Peak, Feng Shi headed straight for Shen Songheâs residence at the summit.
Seeing him pass by his own home without even a glance, Xiao Yuhui couldn’t help but ask in confusion, “Junior Brother, where are you going?”
Feng Shi explained casually, “Senior Brother, go back first. I’m going to find Shizun to show him my new sword.”
Xiao Yuhui stared blankly, blinked, and let out an “Oh.”
Watching Feng Shiâs figure disappear quickly, Xiao Yuhui frowned belatedly. That strange feeling surged in his heart again. He thought: Is Junior Brother clinging to Shizun a bit too much lately?
However, this thought only appeared briefly before it was overridden by thoughts of how to spoil his little junior brother in the future.
On the other side, Feng Shi excitedly knocked on Shen Songheâs courtyard door.
At that moment, Shen Songhe was in the courtyard feeding the few spirit beasts Feng Shi had previously enslaved. He was bent over, his long hair cascading down. His well-defined fingers held a stalk of spirit grass, and his expression was faint.
Feng Shi looked at that slender waist tightly wrapped in white robes and swallowed. His heart beat rapidly. After hurriedly calling out “Shizun,” he launched himself over like a small cannonball.
Under the influence of the Gu worms, Feng Shi had become extremely delicate and clingy in front of Shen Songhe, having long forgotten the previous three rules. He wrapped his arms around the man’s waist, rubbing his forehead against his shoulder as he acted coquettishly. “Shizun, I missed you…”
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