Chapter 117: Little Bear
Huan Qing and Bo Li left two days later.
Before leaving, they arranged the lessons for each of the brats and entrusted Feng Shi’s Second Martial Uncle to help keep an eye on them. Only then did they finally depart with peace of mind.
Qiu Changzhou had always had a good relationship with Bo Li. Even though he had reached an age where he should be sensible, he still ran to live with his Shiniang every few days. Consequently, Huan Qing found him the most annoying.
Now that Bo Li was gone, Qiu Changzhou was the one most reluctant to let go.
Although he didn’t show it too obviously when they left, once they were gone, he became a tearful mess, crying and sniffing his nose. No matter who tried to comfort him, it wouldn’t work.
Feng Shi had a headache but also found it funny.
Who would have thought that the future Sect Master was such a troublesome child when he was young, not obedient at all?
Until evening, Qiu Changzhou still had that wilted look. After eating, he lingered in Feng Shi’s courtyard, unwilling to leave.
Once the sky turned completely dark, he grabbed Feng Shi’s sleeve. With a heavy nasal voice and looking pitiful, he spoke his true purpose:
“Big Shixiong, I want to sleep with you…”
Feng Shi: “…”
“That is not appropriate.”
“Why? Little Shidi can live with Big Shixiong!” Qiu Changzhou pouted, looking like he was about to cry again: “I miss Shiniang…”
Feng Shi raised a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. He had no choice:
“Fine, fine, fine. Is that better? But tonight, you will sleep with Second Shidi.”
If he actually slept in the same bed as Qiu Changzhou, he would be awkward to death.
Qiu Changzhou was unhappy, but Xu Yan had already happily agreed, so he could only pout and agree.
The room for the two of them was arranged on the other side of Feng Shi’s bedroom.
Cultivators used meditation to replace sleep, and Feng Shi would choose to intensify his cultivation in his personal space.
Now, his mastery of talismans and alchemy was almost equal to his swordsmanship. He had also used his spare time to study some arrays—he could be described as an all-around talent.
With plenty of points, he could afford anything he wanted, so all the secret manuals he bought were of the highest quality. It truly was the life of a “Dragon Aotian.”
To have such strength at fifteen would scare people to death if word got out.
Thus, Feng Shi had been intentionally suppressing his realm. Logically speaking, his current strength was already enough to overwhelm a Nascent Soul expert.
If he hadn’t suppressed it intentionally, he would have already formed his core.
Although he was in his personal space, Feng Shi still left a thread of consciousness outside to monitor the three little brats at all times.
In the middle of the night.
A faint knocking sound came from outside the space.
At first, Feng Shi thought he had misheard. He retracted his sword and listened intently.
After a moment, the knocking sound indeed came again rhythmically.
This was his private agreement with Shen Songhe.
Feng Shi’s expression shifted, and he exited the personal space.
Sitting up on the bed, he listened carefully.
The knocking on the wall was indeed coming from Shen Songhe’s side.
Wooden walls weren’t soundproof, and Feng Shi had even applied special treatments to them. As long as there was even a tiny movement, he, as a cultivator, could accurately capture it.
He knew that Shen Songhe wasn’t in bed right now, and his emotions seemed a bit off—it looked like he’d had a nightmare, and his breathing was a bit heavy.
A faint smile touched the corners of his eyes. Feng Shi condensed a pure thread of spiritual energy at his fingertips. The spiritual energy surged and rolled, gradually transforming into a small, ice-blue flower.
He then controlled the small flower, having it pass through a crack in the wall to enter the other room.
On the other side, Shen Songhe was sitting against the wall with his hands around his knees.
He’d had a nightmare and couldn’t fall back asleep after waking.
He hadn’t actually expected a response when he knocked on the wall, but to his surprise, Feng Shi had actually heard him.
The small ice-blue flower of spiritual energy accurately arrived before him. It drifted down and wound itself around his wrist. After a moment, it turned into a translucent butterfly and landed on the tip of his nose, illuminating his watery eyes.
Shen Songhe blinked and reached out to touch it. The moment his fingertip touched the butterfly’s wings, the spiritual energy turned into sparkling fragments and completely dissipated.
Feng Shi’s voice came through the wall, as gentle and soft as usual:
“Xiao He cannot sleep?”
Hearing his voice, Shen Songhe instantly tensed his whole body. Although he knew no one would see him, he still lowered his head, trying to hide the blush that had spread across his face.
Though Feng Shi didn’t receive a response, his mind seemed to have already seen the boy’s expression. With a light chuckle, he condensed an even larger ball of spiritual energy in his palm.
Feng Shi pinched the spiritual energy and gave it a shake. His fingers then moved rapidly, and after a while, he fashioned a decent-looking toy bear.
The bear was white and soft, with a nose and eyes—it looked very cute.
Under Feng Shi’s control, the little bear also twisted its body and squeezed through the crack.
The crack was too small, so it was comically squeezed into a thin slice as it drifted in front of Shen Songhe.
With the addition of Feng Shi’s spiritual energy, the “bear-slice” bounced back into a plump shape like jelly.
Shen Songhe’s eyes widened as he looked at this little white ball formed from spiritual energy.
For some reason, that round little face looked a bit like his Shixiong.
He watched for a long while, biting his lip, before finally being unable to resist poking it with his fingertip.
It was just as he had imagined.
Very soft and even warm.
After two pokes, the corners of Shen Songhe’s mouth—which had been held tight—slowly curved into a tiny arc.
The little white bear also seemed to come alive at this moment, twisting its body and burrowing into his arms.
Shen Songhe held the soft little bear blankly. Then, from its body, he caught a familiar, faint fragrance.
It was… the scent on his Shixiong…
Shen Songhe thought dully. By the time he realized it, he had already buried his face in the bear’s belly.
To maintain the bear’s shape and prevent the spiritual energy from dissipating too quickly, Feng Shi had placed a small thread of his own soul inside. Therefore, he was aware of Shen Songhe’s actions.
Feeling the boy nuzzle the bear’s belly, Feng Shi couldn’t help but laugh as he said:
“Xiao He can sleep with the toy.”
Shen Songhe’s ears turned red. He wanted to toss the so-called toy aside, but having taken it, he couldn’t bear to let it go. In the end, he climbed slowly onto the bed while holding the bear.
Outside the window, the moonlight was like silk, illuminating the features of the person in the room.
Shen Songhe placed the spiritual bear on the other end of the bed, facing him from a distance.
He placed it far away and didn’t even give it a blanket.
However, it wasn’t long before the person who had closed his eyes opened them again. His long eyelashes cast dark shadows in his clear eyes.
Not far away, the bear lay there pitifully, its two small brown bead-like eyes seeming to convey a sense of accusation.
Little Shen Songhe’s face was icy.
He stared at the silly-looking bear for a long while.
In the end, he reached out his fair, tender finger and, bit by bit, tugged on one of the bear’s ears, pulling it under the blanket.
On this side of the wall, Feng Shi held his breath and waited for a long while before finally feeling the little brat in the next room pull that ball of spiritual energy into his arms.
Shen Songhe seemed to bury his face in the bear’s body, causing an itchy sensation to be transmitted to Feng Shi.
After a long while.
Feng Shi sensed the boy’s state and confirmed that he was asleep. Only then could he not help but burst into a soft laugh, muttering:
“I didn’t expect him to be so tsundere even at such a young age…”
Translator’s Note: “Tsundere” (傲嬌 – Àojiāo) refers to someone who is cold on the outside but sweet on the inside. Shen Songhe pulling the bear under the blanket is just too adorable! And “Zun-Zun” (尊尊) is a cute, childish way of calling someone with the title “Zhenren.”
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