Chapter 102: A Tall Black Silhouette
Sheng Lan, along with Xiao Yi and Xiao Er, arrived a step late, moving aside to help Hei Mang and the two white wolves out of their predicament.
âYou brat, you actually dared to lock this old lady up!â
Once Sheng Lan caught her breath, she immediately went to settle the score with Feng Shi.
Although her words were harsh, she wasnât truly angry, nor did she actually make a move against him.
Feng Shi, his face slightly pale, gave her a faint smile without offering an explanation.
At this moment, he looked a mess. His expression was soft, lacking his usual youthful arrogance. He appeared fragile and harmlessâextremely deceptive.
Sheng Lan was momentarily stunned, the annoyance on her face vanishing without a trace.
Just by looking at her expression, one could tell her maternal instincts were overflowing again.
And this time, the object of her affection was Feng Shi.
Shen Songheâs eyes darkened slightly. He tightened his grip on Feng Shiâs waist and shifted his body, blocking Sheng Lanâs line of sight.
Then, his fingers moved in a series of hand seals, efficiently and neatly drying Feng Shiâs clothes with a spell.
As the fabric became fluffy again, the previously half-hidden skin was covered, making him look like a little puff of cotton.
Feng Shi curled his lips into a smile. Watching Shen Songheâs serious, territorial behavior, he wanted to laugh, but fearing he might make the man even angrier, he could only lower his head and affectionately rub his face against his masterâs lapel as a form of appeasement.
Sheng Lan felt a rare moment of awkwardness. She turned her head away, transforming her unease into rage as she began slaughtering the things that dared to approach them one by one.
There was a Yue Que connection between Feng Shi and Shen Songhe. Therefore, the moment the top-tier treasure was born, Shen Songhe sensed it was related to Feng Shi.
He had searched the Sanji Mountains for three days before finally finding him.
Truthfully, he was furious.
Furious that Feng Shi had ventured into danger alone.
And furious that Feng Shi had pushed him away once again.
But at this moment, Shen Songheâs heart, which had been hanging by a thread, finally settled. Looking at the soft, obedient disciple in his arms, he couldnât bring himself to scold him, feeling only relief.
Seeing Sheng Lan and Shen Songhe take action, those who wanted to snatch the treasure finally began to hesitate.
However, they were truly greedy for the once-in-a-century divine artifact held by Feng Shi and the others, and they lingered around, unwilling to leave.
Feng Shiâs eyes swept over them. He noticed they were mostly demonic cultivators or rogue cultivators with heavy murderous auras.
Looking at the “Mass Kill” item on his system panel that he hadnât had time to use, he thought to himself: If I let them go now, once the rumors spread, Iâll never have another day of peace.
Since these people dared to gamble their lives for the Dao, they had to be prepared to die for it. Dying by his hand today could be considered a way to shorten their suffering.
Thus, he summoned Qing Qing and activated the item.
[Are you sure you want to use the “Mass Kill” item?]
This time, Feng Shi did not hesitate and mentally confirmed.
[Item activated.]
[Targets annihilated.]
[No survivors confirmed.]
As soon as Qing Qingâs voice faded, every greedy rogue and demonic cultivator within Feng Shi’s sight instantly turned to ash.
The chaotic surroundings fell silent.
Hei Mang and the others, including Sheng Lan, all looked on in shock.
It was simply because the method was too powerful; no one saw who made the move, let alone how.
After a long silence, Hei Mang finally snapped out of it and muttered an excuse, âCould they have been wiped out by a restriction?â
No one refuted him, nor did anyone agree.
Feng Shi kept his head down, pretending he knew nothing.
With the area cleared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
But at this moment, the interaction between the master and disciple, Shen Songhe and Feng Shi, became particularly eye-catching.
Hei Mang was a straightforward, simple-minded man. He said whatever came to his mind, so he scratched his head and asked, âI say, Shen Songhe, why are you holding your disciple like that? If you ask me, thatâs how someone should hold their wife!â
âDoing this makes this old man feel quite awkward…â
Feng Shi: â…â
Shen Songhe: â…â
Sheng Lan, Xiao Yi, Xiao Er, and the two white wolves: [Curious question marks.]
Being called out by Hei Mangâs big mouth, Feng Shi didn’t have the face to stay in that embrace any longer. He pushed against Shen Songhe’s shoulders, wanting to get down.
However, the side effects from earlier were still there. His legs were incredibly weak. He had to lean on Wu Cheng just to barely stand straight, looking like a little old man leaning on a cane. The group could only shake their heads.
Hei Mang sucked in a breath, thought for a moment, and said cautiously, âHow about… you keep holding him? I can carry him on my back too!â
Hearing this, Shen Songhe immediately shot a cold glare over, piercing Hei Mang through. Then, he stepped forward, picked up the protesting Feng Shi by the waist, and walked ahead without a word.
After a moment of silence, Sheng Lan added for her “son”: âThe Sanji Mountains are a dangerous place after all. Letâs leave quickly.â
Hei Mangâs group had already collected enough artifacts and were all injured, so they didn’t stay any longer and followed them out.
From the outside, the Sanji Mountains looked like any other mountain range, but they were actually vast and deep. There were countless cultivators inside.
The group moved quickly, encountering many cultivators who had arrived a step too late. Among them were many who recognized Sheng Lan, Shen Songhe, and Feng Shi. Even those who hadn’t seen them could identify them by their aura and characteristics, so no one dared to act rashly.
Feng Shi snuggled into Shen Songheâs embrace. Between his guilty conscience and the comfort, he stopped struggling and played dead.
Many cultivators they met along the way looked at them with strange expressions. Their attention was drawn by the sight of them, so they didn’t associate the group with the birth of the divine artifact.
Since everyone who had actually seen Feng Shiâs group take the treasure was dead, the news wouldn’t leak.
Once they left the boundaries of the Sanji Mountains, the restrictions were lifted. The surroundings were no longer covered in black sand.
The sun was warm, and a gentle breeze brushed against their faces.
Having finally completed a major task perfectly, Feng Shi felt at peace.
Shen Songheâs hand on his waist constantly transmitted gentle spiritual energy, relieving much of his soreness. With the pleasant scent in his nose, he returned to a relaxed and lazy state.
Feng Shi squinted his eyes like a cat stretching in the afternoon sun, his whole body radiating a languid weariness.
In his daze, he almost fell asleep.
However, at that moment, Shen Songhe, who was carrying him steadily, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Feng Shi was confused. Before he could even open his eyes, he heard a sudden sound of clapping coming from directly ahead.
His sleepiness vanished instantly. He frowned, lifted his eyelids, and looked over.
There, at the end of his vision beneath the dense green shade, stood a tall black silhouette, smiling at him with curled lips.
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