Chapter 82: Silence Is the Spirit Ship Tonight
Their breaths mingled.
Feng Shiās entire body shuddered as his eyes snapped wide.
A person in a passive position often finds their body turning soft involuntarily, and even he was no exception. If Shen Songhe hadn’t braced a hand behind his waist, Feng Shi feared he wouldn’t have been able to stand steady.
Shen Songheās movements were urgent.
One hand pressed against the back of Feng Shi’s head, exerting control.
“Fuck!”
Feng Shi cursed, but the sound was muffled and small. Snapping back to his senses, he pushed hard against Shen Songheās shoulders.
However, in terms of raw strength, Shen Songhe was far more powerful than him; Feng Shi couldn’t nudge him at all.
Qingqing hovered above Feng Shiās head, covering its eyes tightly:
[Ying ying ying, is this something a baby like me is allowed to watch~?]
Feng Shiās current cultivation had already surpassed Shen Songheās, so taking him down or breaking free from the restraint would have been easy. Yet, he didn’t use his cultivation to strike. Instead, he used the most primitive method.
A moment later, a faint taste of blood bloomed in his mouth.
With a great effort, Feng Shi jerked his head to the side, finally creating some distance.
A long, thin silver thread of saliva was pulled thin between them before snapping.
“Shen Songhe!”
Feng Shi pursed his lips and frowned. His voice deepened, and his breathing was rapid.
Calling his Master by his full name was considered a great act of rebellion, but he wasn’t thinking about that right now.
Shen Songheās pale face had long since turned a rosy hue; there wasn’t a trace of his previous haggardness left. However, the redness at the corners of his eyes hadn’t dissipated, and the tiny mole there shimmered brilliantly.
There was a small cut on his lip that was still seeping blood, which he brushed away with the tip of his tongue, seemingly unintentionally.
He raised his hand to touch Feng Shiās slightly sweat-dampened hair, his Adamās apple bobbing. “If you won’t come to see me, then I shall come to see you.”
“Regardless, we must not be apart.”
His voice carried a slight rasp, incredibly alluring yet laced with an inexplicable stubbornness.
Feng Shiās heart gave a fierce throb.
On the surface, however, he gave a light laugh. “Hmph, a textbook scumbag’s line.”
Shen Songhe furrowed his brows slightly. “What?”
Feng Shi took a step back, crossing his arms and leaning against the door. He quickly reclaimed his dominance, raising an eyebrow. “Anyone can say pretty words. But Master, where is your sincerity?”
Hearing this, Shen Songheās confusion faded, replaced by an earnest, serious look as he asked, “Does Shier feel that what just happened wasn’t enough?”
Feng Shi: “…”
If heād had water in his mouth, he would have spat it out right then and there.
Shen Songhe didn’t think too much of it. He merely took another step forward, closing the already small distance between them, and asked in a low voice, “I wonder if Shier still remembers…”
“Remembers what?” Feng Shi looked up.
“What you said before. Shier said you wanted to become Dao companions with Master. Does that still count?”
Feng Shi froze, and the image of his previous “silly-sweet” self immediately surfaced in his mind.
“Fuck…” He cursed under his breath, raising a hand to cover his burning eyes.
“Master, you know how I was back then…”
Feng Shi paused to compose himself, then lowered his hand and took a deep breath. “Those were just words spoken in a moment of confusion. They don’t count.”
Shen Songheās eyes darkened slightly upon hearing this.
Then, he leaned his body in, trapping Feng Shi within the square inch of space in his arms. He asked in a deep voice, “Is that so?”
Feng Shi was completely enveloped by the otherās scent.
Being this close, everything was visible: the distinct lashes, the skin as white as congealed fat, and the wound he had caused on that thin lower lip.
The wound hadn’t stopped bleeding yet.
A round bead of blood, just as it was about to fall, was swept back into the owner’s mouth.
Feng Shi: Fuck fuck fuck!
I really need a cigarette to calm down!
“Master! Please behave yourself!”
Feng Shi couldn’t take it anymore. He ducked under the man’s arm and moved away, creating distance. “Given our relationship, we shouldn’t be together in the first place!”
Shen Songheās pupils contracted at those words, his eyes becoming uncomfortably profound for a moment.
The previous Feng Shi had said those words as well, yet in the end, hadn’t he still ended up beneath him?
After a short silence, Shen Songhe suppressed the emotions in his heart.
He rubbed his fingers together inside his sleeve, then turned to face Feng Shi, saying softly, “Fine. Since you don’t want to right now, we won’t.”
“However, what kind of sincerity does Shier want?”
Feng Shi drank a cup of cold water and calmed down as well. Hearing this, he gave a brilliant smile and said casually, “What I want? Master might not be able to do it.”
“I will do everything in my power,” Shen Songhe said with a faint smile.
Feng Shi: “…Heh.”
“Then I want you to forget that person from before. Forget him completely. Can you do that?”
Shen Songhe: “…”
After a moment of silence, he continued.
“If I said that you are him, that you are Liu Yi, would you believe me?”
Finally understanding the point of Feng Shiās awkward avoidance, Shen Songheās long-repressed heart felt significantly lighter.
Feng Shi: “…”
The next second, he slammed the table and shouted in a fit of rage, “Are you shitting me!? Seriously, Shen Songhe?! Just to get with me, you can actually make up such a blatant lie!?”
…
Silence was the spirit ship tonight.
After his outburst, Feng Shi felt he had lost his composure a bit, but he was still angry. Thinking that he didn’t need to worry about his character persona anymore, he shot the man a glare, stood up, and pulled the door open to leave.
Under the strength of his Golden Core cultivation, the fragile wooden door was ripped right off its hinges and slammed onto the floor.
The once fine private room was now leaking wind.
Shen Songhe watched Feng Shiās huffy, retreating back and curled his lips into a smile.
So cute.
A moment later, Qiu Changzhouās door was politely knocked upon.
“Junior Brother?”
“Senior Brother, I’m staying here for a bit.”
The “wife” wouldn’t let him in the door, so he had to make do.
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The spirit ship flew through the sky for two days before finally docking at the gates of the Chongshan Sect.
Feng Shi walked with Xiao Yuhui, Xue Mei, and the others, specifically avoiding Shen Songhe.
After that day, he noticed that Shen Songheās skin had seemingly grown thicker; he would always appear before him as if it were the most natural thing in the world, returning even after being chased away.
Case in point: right now.
As soon as Feng Shi got off the ship, he saw the man strolling toward him. He quickly snatched the wheelchair from Zhou Rurongās hands and lowered his head to act chummy with Xie Anhui, who was sitting in it. “Oh, Senior Brother Xie! I see Senior Sister Zhou is tired, let me see you back!”
The “mummy” Xie Anhui was overwhelmed by the unexpected favor. He nodded his head with difficulty. “Wuwu, thank you, Junior Brother Feng!”
Feng Shi took off running, pushing Xie Anhui.
Along the way, his speed was incredibly fast.
Xie Anhuiās legs were shaking. By the time they finally reached his front door, his voice was faint and he was gasping for air. “T-thanks this time, Junior Brother Feng. But… next time, can you go just a little slower? Just a little. This Senior Brother is afraid of falling…”
Feng Shi rubbed his face awkwardly. “Right, right, okay.”
By the time he returned to Yihe Peak, the sky was already dark.
After tidying up his little courtyard, Feng Shi summoned the mice that had been “unemployed” for a long time.
It had been a while; the once plump mice had grown so thin they looked like dried husks, though their two front teeth were still shiny. They hugged Feng Shiās legs, squeezing out tears of grievance.
Feng Shi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He picked them up and put them directly into his personal space.
“The spring here lasts all year, and the environment is very suitable. Why don’t you stay here and farm for me from now on? If you ever want to come out, I won’t stop you.”
Smelling the rich aroma of medicinal herbs around them, the mice were already drooling rivers. Naturally, they could only nod.
After making the arrangements, Feng Shi stayed in the space to cultivate for two days. When he came out, the sun had just risen outside.
Feng Shi stretched, walked out the door, and prepared to continue practicing his sword.
A moment later, Xiao Yuhui walked out from the forest path in the distance, looking somewhat haggard and unwell.
“Junior Brother, Master wants to talk to us in detail.”
Translator’s Note: The reference in the chapter title is to a famous line from Xu Zhimo’s poem “Taking Leave of Cambridge Again” (Silence is Cambridge tonight), which is often memed in China.
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