Chapter 67: Absolutely Not an Ordinary Person
Feng Shi carried his broken sword on his shoulder and slowly sauntered over to the Qingyun Zong disciple, still holding a banana in his hand and chewing on it in large bites.
The tall and slender youth was dressed in cloud-soft white clothes, his raven-wing-like long hair tied up with a green jade hair clasp. With red lips, white teeth, and smiling eyes, he walked over.
“Does this Shixiong need any help?”
Feng Shi squatted down in front of the blood-bathed Qingyun Zong disciple, smiling playfully as he took a bite of the banana in his mouth.
The disciple’s face was a sickly pale. He forced himself to look up at him.
First, he saw a face like white jade, eyes like crescent moons, and pitch-black eyes looking at him full of smiles.
Looking again, he saw that he was wearing the disciple uniform of Chongshan Zong, and his hand was still holding the main culprit that had caused his current miserable state.
Following his gaze, Feng Shi looked at the banana in his hand, raised an eyebrow, and offered it to him. “Shixiong wants to eat too?”
The disciple’s brows furrowed fiercely, as if traumatized. He raised a hand to slap Feng Shi’s hand away, trembling as he spat out a single word: “Scram!”
The banana in Feng Shi’s hand fell to the ground. He didn’t get angry. Looking at his hand, which had been stained with blood by the other party’s slap, he pulled out a handkerchief from his robes and slowly wiped it clean.
“Shixiong has quite the temper. I merely wanted to help you.”
As Feng Shi spoke, he looked up at the grayish-blue sky without a single trace of cloud or smoke, as if he could see the people staring at him from outside the mountain range through this very sky.
Then, he withdrew his gaze and stood up.
“Shixiong is in a lot of pain right now, isn’t he?” Feng Shi looked down at him from above, his clothes snapping sharply in the wind. The broken sword pointed straight at his neck. “I’ve come to help Shixiong find release, isn’t that good?”
The disciple gritted his teeth, glaring at him angrily upon hearing this: “You dare to kill me? My father will absolutely not let you off!”
Feng Shi sneered: “Dare I ask who your esteemed father is?”
“My father is already at the Huashen stage! If you kill me, I’ll make your entire Chongshan Zong be buried with me!”
“Make Chongshan Zong be buried with you? You’re not worthy.” Feng Shi glanced at the sky again and silently raised a middle finger in that direction.
Outside the mountain range, the elders all lowered their heads to look at their own middle fingers, filled with confusion: What did he mean?
Feng Shi lowered his head and continued speaking to the disciple: “A person fights for a breath of pride. Shixiong has killed quite a few people before this, hasn’t he? Using your one life to pay for so many lives… to be honest, I still feel it’s a bit too little…”
Saying so, he raised his hand and lifted his sword.
The disciple knelt on the ground. Exhausted, he didn’t have a single trace of spiritual energy left. He could only watch helplessly as that blunt, short, broken sword was raised high before him.
“No! Don’t!” Only then did his eyes widen in terror. Even though it was a broken sword, it terrified him to his very bones. Trembling like a sieve, he grabbed the corner of Feng Shi’s clothes: “I beg you, don’t kill me! The weak are prey to the strong! This is truly normal! I can… I can…”
However, before he had time to think of a condition, he saw the youth before him—who looked as exquisite as a banished immortal—curl his lips into a shallow, Shura-like smile and softly spit out a phrase: “Too late.”
Against the light, his eyes were cold and indifferent. Only the broken sword in his hand seemed to be breathing, flashing with a cold glint. In the next instant, the sword light fell, much cleaner and swifter than when killing demonic beasts.
He was right, the weak are prey to the strong, so it was truly normal for Feng Shi to kill him.
Outside the mountain range.
The black-robed Qingyun Zong elder watched the scene in the mirror before him. His face turning a ghastly hue, he slammed the table and stood up, a trembling finger pointing at Feng Shi: “Sinful spawn! Sinful spawn! How dare you kill my son!”
He was clearly enraged. The aura around him suddenly surged, the powerful suppression pressing down so hard that the surrounding elders could barely withstand it.
Qiu Changzhou’s brows were filled with joy as he kicked a man while he was down: “Aiya, Elder Qi, didn’t you say life or death is of no consequence? Where is all this anger coming from?”
Elder Qi’s eyes were red, his beard trembling. Reacting, his oppressive aura pressed directly toward Qiu Changzhou alone: “Qiu Changzhou! The disciple under your door killed my child. In the future, in the future! I will definitely make your Chongshan Zong pay with their lives!”
Qiu Changzhou raised a hand and neatly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sneering: “Alright! Laozi will be waiting for you!”
Chongshan Zong had once ranked at the head of the immortal sects for thousands of years. No matter what, their foundation was profound, and the things left behind by their predecessors were innumerable. Not competing didn’t mean they couldn’t compete.
Qiu Changzhou had been holding in a breath of anger; he had long been displeased with Qingyun Zong’s conduct! This time, they had finally completely torn off all pretense. Having vented his anger, there was no need to endure it any longer!
The two were at daggers drawn. The elders of the other sects looked at their noses, and their noses looked at their hearts, none of them speaking. But deep down, they felt refreshed. Looking at Feng Shi, they couldn’t help but find him much more pleasing to the eye, nodding with faces full of appreciation.
Only the female Venerable of Liuyin Pavilion, Zi Ping, gazed at Feng Shi’s somewhat unclear face in the mirror, frowning in deep thought.
A moment later, she reached out and patted the thoroughly smug Qiu Changzhou, who looked like he wanted to swing his legs up to the sky, and lowered her voice: “Old Qiu, don’t worry, I’m standing on your side this time.”
Qiu Changzhou raised an eyebrow and looked at her: “What? Don’t you dislike getting involved in this kind of stuff?”
Zi Ping smiled, her enchanting eyes floating lightly over Feng Shi on the screen: “For that kid’s sake.”
Qiu Changzhou was surprised, no longer crossing his legs: “Why!?”
“If I’m not guessing wrong, the little disciple rumored to have subdued the Wucheng Sword earlier… is him, right?”
Qiu Changzhou’s face turned serious, and he asked in a deep voice: “Just because of this?”
Zi Ping tucked her hands into her sleeves, her petite figure wrapped in a loose Daoist robe, smiling pleasantly: “Don’t you think he looks a lot like that person?”
Qiu Changzhou knew who she was talking about. He waved his hand and said sternly: “He said he isn’t.”
“Hmph, with your brain, it’s not surprising you believed it.”
“Hey! What do you mean by that!”
“Anyway, I think it’s not certain. Even if he really isn’t that person, he must be exactly like that person, absolutely not an ordinary person.” Zi Ping cast a sidelong glance at Qiu Changzhou: “Wanna make a bet with me?”
Qiu Changzhou stared deeply at Feng Shi’s dashing figure for a long time: “Scram, I see you just want to scam me out of my money!”
Zi Ping covered her mouth and chuckled lightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
…
Feng Shi wiped his sword clean, stood up, and prepared to leave to continue searching for his Shizun.
He hadn’t taken two steps before he was called back by a barrage of shouts from behind.
“Feng Shi Shidi! Wait a moment! Feng Shi Shidi!”
Feng Shi turned around, only to see a disciple with perfectly fine legs running over while clutching his arm.
As he got close, he suddenly stumbled.
Feng Shi reached out to steady him, asking softly: “Does Shixiong need something else?”
A hint of shame surfaced on the disciple’s face. He kept his head down, his eyes dodging, and mumbled for a long time before asking: “Shidi… aren’t you going with us?”
Feng Shi looked up.
Not far away, there were about five or six Chongshan Zong disciples, both men and women, and all of them were injured.
The rest were female cultivators from other sects dressed in purple Daoist robes.
At this very moment, over a dozen pairs of eyes were staring at him simultaneously, eerily resembling a group of young cubs longing to be fed.
“Uh…” Feng Shi hadn’t anticipated this situation.
The disciple who came forward to persuade him also felt a bit embarrassed: “Is… is this troubling Shidi a bit too much…” After all, their group was currently no different from the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled.
Feng Shi sighed: “To tell the truth, I’m in a hurry to find someone right now. It’s not convenient to take everyone along.”
Over a dozen disciples simultaneously revealed disappointed expressions.
“However,” Feng Shi changed the subject, “take these talismans. You can use them to protect yourselves.”
He took out the talismans he had bought from the system and handed them to the crowd.
And the points used to buy these talismans were precisely what these few people had just provided.
Not only that, seeing Feng Shi unstintingly giving them such precious talismans, the favorability of the several Chongshan Zong disciples surged dramatically a few times over.
He actually only made a profit and didn’t lose anything.
[Host dada! Good tactics!] Qingqing gave a thumbs up.
Feng Shi hadn’t expected it either.
After distributing these talismans, he glanced again at the female cultivators dressed in purple and handed the last stack of protective talismans to them: “Everyone, keeping your lives is the most important thing. I hope you can help each other out in critical moments.”
The several female cultivators hadn’t expected there to be a share for them at all. Amidst their pleasant surprise, they hesitated repeatedly, but ultimately accepted them: “Thank you, fellow Daoist, for your assistance. Liuyin Pavilion will keep this in our hearts.”
Feng Shi waved his hand.
Bidding farewell to the group, Feng Shi continued to follow the route indicated by the system. He circled around more than half of the dense forest, fighting quick battles and saving quite a few people, earning large amounts of favorability points.
[Host, this wave was played brilliantly!] Qingqing blew rainbow farts by his ear, while inwardly already beginning to look forward to the future. Maybe it, Qingqing No. 1008, would also have a chance to be number one in performance!
Feng Shi, however, was a bit absent-minded and asked: “Qingqing, tell me, where exactly is Shizun?”
Just as he asked, he found himself arriving at an even deeper valley.
Looking down from the mountain, the mountain mist in the valley was heavy and dark cyan, making it impossible to see the bottom.
Standing by the cliff edge and looking out, Feng Shi’s eyelids twitched wildly. He inexplicably had a premonition…
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