Chapter 103: A Pair of Ill-fated Lovers
Before coming here, Qing Qing had mentioned that both the Demon King and the Demon Venerable would show up. Feng Shi had been cautious, fearing he would run into that lunatic Pei Qi.
He just didn’t expect that what was bound to come couldn’t be avoided.
The man before them was dressed in black silk inner garments with a smoke-grey gauze robe over them.
He held a pitch-black bone fan made of lightweight, elastic leather, carved with delicate golden flowers.
If one ignored the dense demonic aura surrounding him and his dark red pupils…
Gently waving his folding fan with a shallow smile, this person looked as noble and elegant as a romantic, sentimental young master.
“Long time no see.”
His eyes curved into crescents as he lightly shaded his chin with the bone fan. The breeze he stirred moved the stray hairs by his temples. His expression was so natural it really seemed like a reunion between old friends.
It was unclear who he was addressing.
Feng Shi felt a chill in his heart. His pale fingers gripping Shen Songhe’s lapel couldn’t help but tighten.
He could feel Pei Qi’s gaze shifting back and forth between him and Shen Songhe. After a moment, Pei Qi narrowed his eyes, his smile fading slightly.
“Demon Venerable?”
“For you to appear here… I’m afraid it’s somewhat inappropriate.”
Sheng Lan dropped her usual flippancy and became composed. She spoke with a fake, skin-deep smile.
Hearing this, Pei Qi snapped his bone fan shut against his palm. He then pointed the tip of the fan toward the dark-faced Hei Mang behind Sheng Lan.
He sneered, “If even this useless stray dog can come, why can’t I?”
His words were laced with sarcasm.
A single, light sentence caused the veins on Hei Mang’s forehead to bulge. He couldn’t help but take a step forward, only to be held back by Sheng Lan’s raised hand.
“If the Demon Venerable wish to take the immortal artifacts and treasures, we naturally wouldn’t dare to stop you. Farewell!” After Sheng Lan finished speaking, she shot a glance at the others.
Feng Shi lowered his head, wishing only to get away from the man as quickly as possible.
“Wait, what’s the rush? This Venerable came here specifically to catch up with two old friends.”
Hearing the way he deliberately dragged out the word “catch up,” Feng Shi’s heart tightened.
He looked up, only to unexpectedly meet a pair of crimson, gloomy eyes.
Pei Qi was smiling, but it was the kind of smile that made one’s skin crawl.
Two old friends.
Feng Shi thought of something and suddenly looked up at Shen Songhe.
With this look, he discovered that a hint of dark red had appeared in Shen Songhe’s eyes at some point, as if he were struggling to suppress his emotions.
Feng Shi’s brow furrowed.
Too much time had passed; he had almost forgotten about the original plot.
In the original book, Shen Songhe and Pei Qi weren’t just in a “pursuer and pursued” relationship. There was another layer: Shen Songhe’s Golden Core being destroyed years ago was inextricably linked to Pei Qi.
Sheng Lan sensed that something was wrong. She hid one hand behind her back, signaling Xiao Yi and Xiao Er, while simultaneously condensing her spiritual power into threads as thin as hair to draw an array in the void.
However, before a single circle of the array could be completed, Pei Qi’s frost-laden, piercing gaze swept over. A cold sneer curled his lips as he said eerily, “Immortal Sheng Lan, this Venerable saw that…”
Sheng Lan’s pupils shrunk. She immediately felt her wrist stiffen, unable to move another inch.
Pei Qi raised his hand.
In the next instant, the space around them warped violently, expanding outward. Everyone except Feng Shi and Shen Songhe was instantly forced away from their positions.
“How is this possible?”
Everyone was shocked.
Pei Qi’s move just now was something that couldn’t be achieved with just the peak of the Golden Core stage!
And clearly, from the moment they stepped out of the Sanji Mountains, they were already within Pei Qi’s domain.
“How did he do it?”
Sheng Lan muttered, her face turning pale. She tried twice but found that no matter what, she remained nearly a hundred meters away from Feng Shi and the other two, unable to get closer.
Pei Qi’s current strength was unpredictable; he seemed completely unaffected by the rules of the secret realm.
If that were true, killing anyone now would be as easy as flipping a hand!
Slowly, dense demonic qi began to seep up from the grass beneath their feet, entangling and corroding them like miasma.
Pei Qi watched them suffer, satisfied. With a wave of his hand, a powerful, indestructible barrier was erected around them.
Feng Shi and Shen Songhe, who were about to leave, were forced to stop.
A rope shimmering with faint black qi immediately extended, binding Feng Shi’s wrists and feet with lightning speed.
Before Feng Shi could even see it clearly, he felt his body suddenly become light. By the time he realized what was happening, he had been snatched from Shen Songhe’s arms and was flying into the air.
Shen Songhe reached out, but he only managed to catch a corner of Feng Shi’s sleeve.
Pei Qi was too fast; the master and disciple were caught off guard.
A layer of frost appeared in Shen Songhe’s eyes as he growled in anger, “Pei Qi! Whatever is between us has nothing to do with Feng Shi!”
Pei Qi smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. His gaze shifted toward Feng Shi, cold and greasy. “It has nothing to do with him, but I’m taking the person.”
With that, the bone fan in his hand enlarged and flew over, supporting Feng Shi’s body.
Shen Songhe’s aura suddenly plummeted. Holding Yan Luo and pointing it diagonally at the ground, spiritual energy swirled around the tip of the sword, kicking up fallen leaves.
Feng Shi also used his mind to control Wu Cheng, attempting to cut the ropes on his hands and feet.
But the rope binding him was clearly a magical treasure; it couldn’t be cut in a short amount of time.
Pei Qi clicked his tongue, muttering “troublesome.” He flicked a pebble wrapped in thick demonic qi, suppressing Wu Cheng against the ground.
Another artifact was immediately tossed out, completely cutting off any possibility of Wu Cheng breaking free.
“What exactly do you want?”
Feng Shi struggled with his wrists, the fine white skin being rubbed raw and red.
Pei Qi hated his disobedient look. His eyes turned cold.
Feng Shi immediately felt a weight of a thousand pounds pressing on his back. Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he could no longer speak a word.
Pei Qi reached out and touched his sweat-dampened forehead. A smile reappeared on his face. Like coaxing a pet, he said softly, “Be good. If you’re good, I won’t kill you…”
Feng Shi forced his head up, his long brows knitted, making his eyes appear sharper.
He pursed his lips and turned his head away in disgust, avoiding Pei Qi’s hand. He didn’t argue but fixed his gaze on Shen Songhe, who was being forced to half-kneel on the ground by the pressure nearby. He said calmly, “Let my Shizun go.”
Pei Qi’s hand, suspended in mid-air, stiffened. The crimson in his eyes swirled.
After a moment, he curled his lips, revealing two wolf-like fangs. “The two of you…” He paused, his tongue licking over a fang, but there was no longer any smile on his face. “Truly a pair of ill-fated lovers!”
Feng Shi heard the anger in his voice but sneered in his heart.
[Host… don’t anger this guy. With his cultivation, your current points aren’t enough to buy an item that can kill him…] Qing Qing said worriedly.
Feng Shi checked his points.
Indeed, there wasn’t much left. But to buy two items capable of wounding the opponent was still within his power.
Pei Qi lost interest after Feng Shi’s words. He narrowed his eyes, pinched Feng Shi’s chin, and rubbed it twice. He whispered, “This Venerable has no interest in training a puppy in public, but…”
He didn’t finish his sentence, but the meaning wasn’t hard to guess.
With that, he vanished and reappeared in front of Shen Songhe. Looking down at him, his voice turned a few degrees colder. “Hand over the Sacred Artifact, otherwise, I will kill all these people.”
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