Chapter 109: Life Closing Loop Activated
Not far away, Pei Qi stared blankly at the scene before him. The manic smile on his face froze for a long time, and a rare look of confusion appeared in his eyes.
A moment later, this confusion gradually transformed into terror, disbelief, and a sense of helplessness.
The demonic patterns on his face slowly receded. Pei Qi clutched his ears and shook his head in pain.
No…
He didn’t want to kill Feng Shi… he didn’t!
He clearly hadn’t intended to kill him!
He clearly… hadn’t wanted him to die…
Pei Qi’s eyes were wide and incredibly dry.
After a long while.
Looking at the bone fan that had flown back on its own, stained with Feng Shi’s blood, he remained silent for a moment. Then, as if suddenly having a fit, he reached out and slammed it onto the ground. He then used his foot to stomp on it, to crush it, his expression gloomy and vicious.
He didn’t stop until the fan bones were all broken and the artifact was reduced to a piece of junk. Only then did he seem relieved. He swayed, turned into a cloud of black mist, and completely vanished.
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After coughing up blood, Feng Shi was immediately drained of his strength. He could no longer hold himself up and his head slumped to the side.
His forehead rested against the warmth of Shen Songhe’s neck. A hint of a familiar fragrance entered his nose, making him feel both familiar and safe.
The world around him was covered by a thick, airtight membrane. Everything became exceptionally dull before his five senses.
Feng Shi could only hear his own gradually weakening heartbeat and heavy breathing.
In his daze, the bone fan that had pierced through his body seemed to have been pulled out. Then, someone pulled him into their embrace.
Feng Shi’s eyelids fluttered in pain.
He then felt a somewhat cold, trembling hand cup his cheek. Immediately afterward, a weak flow of spiritual energy was transmitted from the point of contact.
This bit of spiritual energy was intermittent, yet it was incredibly persistent.
The pain from the bone fan being pulled out was transmitted slowly, pulling Feng Shi out of his sudden burst of exhaustion for a brief moment.
A system panel flashing with a piercing red light popped up before him.
the system’s cold, mechanical voice echoed in his sea of consciousness, stimulating Feng Shi like a death warrant.
[System has detected that the host’s life is in danger. Conditions met. Activating item “Life Closing Loop” for you…]
[Considering the hard work you’ve put into transferring your life’s plot and the high pain value, the system will provide you with a companion gift pack. Please take note of its receipt…]
[Current main plot completion rate: 40%. Please continue your efforts, host…]
[Estimated remaining time extended to 1 minute. Please hurry and prepare for disconnection. Countdown beginning now…]
After this sentence, the numbers on the panel began to count down by the second.
The system’s voice was intermittent in his mind. Feng Shi finished listening in a blur.
He couldn’t help but think—this system is truly a scam.
He was about to die, and it was giving him a companion gift pack?
And what was that “Life Closing Loop”?
It was a useless thing that couldn’t save his life at the critical moment.
This scam system truly followed through on the word “scam” from the very beginning.
After Feng Shi finished his lamentations, the noisy sounds in his ears gradually became clear.
This should be the last bit of charity from the system—the final surge of energy before death.
However, 1 minute.
It was practically like throwing a bone to a beggar.
He still had many things unfinished.
And many, many people he was reluctant to leave.
1 minute. With his current state, how many more words could he say?
Feng Shi blinked slowly. His vision, which had been clouded by the sight of blood, became much clearer for a moment.
As his gaze focused, the first thing he saw was Shen Songhe’s face right in front of him.
As Feng Shi looked into those bloodshot eyes, only this one person remained in his mind.
A sharp, dense pain came from his heart.
Feng Shi knit his brows, suppressing the sharp sensation of pain that had almost turned numb. He spoke in a raspy voice, so light it seemed it would melt into the wind:
“Shi…zun…”
Hearing this, Shen Songhe immediately hugged him tighter. He gritted his teeth and helped tidy the stray hairs on Feng Shi’s forehead.
Though he tried his best to maintain his nearly breaking composure, his voice was incredibly shaky: “I’m here…”
His voice was incredibly gentle, as if he were afraid that if he spoke a bit louder, the Feng Shi in his arms would break.
Feng Shi couldn’t bear to see this expression on him. A few pained groans escaped his throat as he slowly raised his hand to cover those eyes that were already filled with tears.
He pulled at the corner of his mouth and said with difficulty: “Don’t, don’t look…”
If he saw his ugly state before death, he would surely have nightmares in the future…
Don’t look.
At this moment, Feng Shi couldn’t help but get distracted.
The short three years of his life flashed by like a revolving lantern, but there wasn’t much worth reflecting on.
So, he couldn’t help but start thinking about the future.
He thought, if he died just like this, what would Shen Songhe do?
The system was such a scam; would it send a new person to replace him?
When the time came and time was reversed, would Shen Songhe completely forget him?
Mm…
Feng Shi was irritable.
If that happened, it would be too annoying.
He was clearly his person…
His Shizun…
Feng Shi didn’t dare to think about it.
It felt as if just thinking about it would make him die from bitterness.
But what could be done?
He truly seemed unable to live…
Once this 1 minute was over, he would have no future.
Feng Shi thought with no small amount of sorrow.
The moisture in his palm was dense. Shen Songhe’s eyelashes trembled, and his pale lips shook. He caught Feng Shi’s hand, which had fallen because he couldn’t hold it up any longer, and gripped it tightly.
With this, those bloodshot eyes were revealed once more.
Shen Songhe looked down at the pale Feng Shi in his arms. His breathing stalled, and he didn’t make a sound.
Only the tears that struck Feng Shi’s face one after another and those uncontrollably trembling eyelashes showed the lack of peace beneath his skin.
He tucked Feng Shi’s hand, which was rapidly losing its temperature, into his lapel, trying to use his own body heat to warm it.
He brought out every magical artifact and medicinal pill he could use, applying them all to Feng Shi. His expression was almost stubborn.
Pills were stuffed into his mouth one after another, instantly turning into bitter medicinal liquid that slid down his throat, nourishing Feng Shi’s broken and parched spiritual veins.
Unfortunately, no amount of spiritual energy was of any use.
Pei Qi’s strike had nearly cut his body in two.
If the system said he wouldn’t live past 1 minute, then even if a great immortal descended today, they wouldn’t be able to save him.
Only 30 seconds remained on the system panel’s countdown.
Looking at those numbers that diminished with every glance, Feng Shi found it rare that he wanted to cry.
In fact, without him knowing, his face was already covered in tears.
Perhaps it was from the pain, or perhaps it was because he was too sad.
He lived because of Shen Songhe, and now he was dying because of him. Having lived these two or three years of glorious days could be considered worth it.
His only regret was that he couldn’t become cultivation partners with Shen Songhe.
If he had known earlier that he was a short-lived person who would die in two years, Feng Shi wouldn’t have cared about being a substitute or not.
He would have definitely enjoyed himself first.
After all, with so many obsessive lunatics around, it wouldn’t hurt to have one more.
Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now.
25 seconds remained.
Feng Shi continued to think randomly, the figure in his vision becoming a bit blurred because of the tears.
He thought, he should still say something.
Shen Songhe had personally witnessed Liu Yi’s tragic death, and now it was his turn.
The inner demons he had finally suppressed were reappearing. He was afraid that after today, this pure and noble “high mountain flower” would succumb to them.
He really didn’t know what was so good about being the protagonist of this world.
Bad luck.
Too tragic.
So, as his “second-generation lover,” Feng Shi felt he should offer a few words of comfort.
But he opened his mouth and truly didn’t know what would be best to say. He could only softly rub his forehead against the palm of the hand cupping his cheek.
15 seconds.
Looking at the Feng Shi who could no longer keep his eyes open, a hint of ferocity appeared on Shen Songhe’s usually exquisite and flawless face.
At his heart, upon his soul, the thread formed by the Yue Que was tightly wound, transmitting all of Feng Shi’s current unwillingness, reluctance, pain, and love to him.
Including his fading life that could never return.
But Shen Songhe was unwilling to believe it.
He wept tears of blood, his throat aching with grief. He could only manage a few raspy syllables.
Seeing the color drain from Feng Shi’s face, he suddenly began to frantically transmit spiritual energy to him.
His hands were too slow, so he used his mouth. Even if he knew it was in vain, no one nearby could stop him.
10 seconds.
The countdown on the system panel turned blood-red.
It was still that mechanical voice with no emotion: [The countdown is about to end. The host may say their final farewell.]
Hearing this, a surge of intense unwillingness suddenly erupted in Feng Shi’s heart. He could no longer maintain a relaxed posture.
He let out a sob, gathered his last bit of strength, and raised his hand to tightly grip the hem of Shen Songhe’s robe.
5 seconds.
Shen Songhe heard Feng Shi’s final farewell whispered in his ear.
This sentence was so light it was as if a gentle breeze had brushed past, making one suspect it was just an illusion.
The countdown ended.
Feng Shi closed his eyes.
the residual spiritual energy in his body gradually turned into fine starlight, overflowing from his body and scattering.
Beside them, Sheng Lan suddenly covered her mouth, turned her head, and closed her eyes.
The cultivators, seeing this, fell into silence one after another.
Some felt in their hearts that it was truly a pity for such a young talent to fall.
Others remained indifferent, secretly feeling gratified—with such a terrifyingly strong opponent dead, they would have a chance to rise in the future.
For a time, the faces of everyone present showed varying degrees of sorrow, both real and fake.
With his unwillingness and regrets, Feng Shi heard only the electronic sound of the system.
[Ding—]
[Host identity confirmed. Name: Feng Shi. Status: Deceased. Activating item “Life Closing Loop.” Commencing soul collection…]
After hearing this final sentence from the system, Feng Shi completely lost consciousness.
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