Chapter 78: I Don’t Like It
Strangely enough, Feng Shi didn’t completely lose consciousness. Instead, he arrived in an isolated space.
He was surrounded entirely by black ice crystals. The firmament above was boundless, and the ice beneath his feet stretched as far as the eye could see. With every two steps he took, two crystalline, fragmented ice flowers bloomed.
While trying to find an exit, Feng Shi called out in his mind, “Qingqing, scan and see what this place is.”
He waited a moment, but there was no response.
Feng Shi called out two more times.
Still no response.
Feng Shi frowned and tried to summon the system panel, but that also failed.
He finally realized that the system seemed to have vanished, as if it had never existed.
“Fuck…” He hurriedly reached behind him to touch Wu Cheng.
Thankfully, Wu Cheng was still there.
Feng Shi breathed a sigh of relief; otherwise, he might have thought this was all just a grand illusion.
Although he didn’t know where exactly this place was, Feng Shi wasn’t particularly panicked. He took a look around, picked a random direction, and flew off on his sword.
He didn’t fly for long before he indeed saw a different sight.
Not far ahead, a towering stone stele rose from the ground, its end nowhere in sight. Intricate patterns were carved into the stele, but because he was too far away, he couldn’t make out the details.
Feng Shi had no choice but to fly closer.
According to typical novel tropes, situations like this usually meant a cheat code had arrived.
Could this be a little surprise Qingqing prepared for him?
Feng Shi rubbed his hands together, holding a tiny bit of anticipation.
Thinking this, he landed carefully and approached the stele with Wu Cheng in hand.
But the moment he touched down, the stele in front of him moved.
Feng Shi stopped in his tracks again.
Amidst grinding sounds, the stele slowly turned around. Unexpectedly, the reverse side of this stele was actually a chair.
And at this very moment, a person dressed in black was sitting lazily upon it.
“Holy shit!”
Feng Shi got a clear look at this person’s face, cursed loudly, turned around, and bolted.
What the fuck kind of surprise was this! This was clearly a jump scare!!
Behind him, Pei Qi’s eyes were half-closed. He covered his mouth and let out a yawn. Only when the person had run entirely out of sight did he unhurriedly raise his hand.
With just this gentle wave, Feng Shi, who was originally hundreds of miles away, appeared right in front of him.
Pei Qi narrowed his eyes, carelessly playing with a strand of long hair resting on his chest. His voice was lazy: “This is my domain. Where can you possibly run to? Hmm?”
“Little—dog—?”
He seemed to grind out the last two words through his teeth, almost as if declaring ownership.
Feng Shi knew that once he broke free from the backlash, the other party would definitely notice and come looking for him, but he hadn’t expected it to be right now.
“What do you want?”
Feng Shi frowned. The surrounding space seemed solidified as it wrapped around him, rendering him unable to move.
Pei Qi was right; this was his domain, so Feng Shi didn’t even have room to struggle.
Feng Shi hated this feeling of being restrained. He secretly clenched his fists.
Hearing this, Pei Qi’s hand paused. A gloomy viciousness surfaced on his face, and his tone suddenly grew heavy: “Is this how you speak to your own master?!”
The moment his words fell, Feng Shi felt the restraints around his body instantly tighten, almost enough to snap his bones. A trail of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
Pei Qi stood up from the stone chair and arrived in front of him in a few strides. Just as he reached out to pinch his chin, the firmament above them suddenly let out a loud crack, splitting open a fissure.
With the appearance of this fissure, everything around them began to disintegrate, and the ice beneath their feet rapidly collapsed.
Pei Qi’s expression instantly turned ugly. Then, he lightly tapped his toes and hovered in the air.
Feng Shi, however, felt his body loosen and fell straight down.
The ice shattered. The freezing, piercingly cold waters were bottomless, swallowing Feng Shi whole in an instant.
“This Venerable will come find you again. When the time comes, I’ll properly discipline you.” Pei Qi hooked his lips into a light smile. After saying this, he turned into a plume of black smoke and vanished.
Bobbing in the water, Feng Shi subconsciously reached out, trying to grab onto something.
A spot of white light appeared before his eyes, and a piece of driftwood surfaced on the water. Feng Shi reached out, grabbed it tightly, and broke through the water’s surface.
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“Hah…”
Feng Shi sprang up from the bed, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for air.
He was drenched in sweat, looking as if he had just been fished out of the water. He pressed a hand against his wildly beating heart.
“Shi’er, Feng Shi!”
Beside him, Shen Songhe’s voice, brimming with deep anxiety, was the first to pierce through the chaos and enter Feng Shi’s ears.
[Host! You’re finally awake, wu wu!]
“Since he’s awake, he should be fine.”
Following that were the voices of Qingqing and Zhao Xianyun.
Feng Shi panted for a moment longer. Hearing these voices, he finally felt a sense of reality returning to him.
“Mas, Master?”
Feng Shi recovered slightly and turned his head to look at the two people beside the bed.
But before he could see clearly, he was pulled fiercely into an embrace by the person in front of him.
Shen Songhe’s grip was not light; it was as if he wanted to knead him into his own body. He trembled slightly, carrying a sense of surviving a catastrophe.
A familiar scent filled his nose. Feng Shi sniffed, somewhat unable to process the situation. It wasn’t until the person holding him pulled away slightly and gently planted a kiss on his forehead that his eyes shot wide open, and he forcefully pushed the man away.
“Mas, Master!”
Feng Shi retreated a little, raising a hand to cover his forehead, which still retained a lingering warmth, his face full of shock.
The room went eerily quiet.
Shen Songhe stiffened entirely, seemingly realizing something.
A moment later, he raised his hand stiffly, attempting to grasp Feng Shi’s wrist.
Feng Shi’s brain was now working at top speed.
The memories of the past half month flooded back completely. Feng Shi’s face paled slightly. Looking at Shen Songhe’s outstretched hand, he turned his body sideways to avoid it: “Master, don’t be like this…”
Shen Songhe’s hand halted abruptly in mid-air.
Feng Shi lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, slightly tightening his grip on the bedding. He rejected, “I don’t like it.”
Translator’s Note: The Child Gu’s effect has finally worn off! After a terrifying encounter with the Demon Venerable in his consciousness, Feng Shi wakes up with his true feelings and memories intact. Poor Shen Songhe doesn’t know what hit him.
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