Chapter 120: Yue Que
The clouds dispersed, and the rain ceased.
At this moment, in the main hall of Banyue Peak.
Four drenched youths knelt on the floor.
Seated high above was Zhu Chen, whose expression was exceptionally grim. With a slam of his palm, the white jade table beside him was split in two.
Hearing the loud noise, the four below couldn’t help but tremble.
Aside from the sound of Qiu Changzhou constantly sniffing and catching his breath, the hall was deathly silent.
Just then, the little medicine boy rushed in to announce, “Immortal, Shixiong Liu has arrived.”
The moment the words fell, the person had already rushed into the hall.
Feng Shi hadn’t dared to stop for a second along the way. His voice arrived before he was even seen, “Second Martial Uncle, is my Shidi alright?”
With a flash of his silhouette, he was suddenly in front of them.
The four kneeling on the ground felt their spines stiffen once more at the arrival of another senior.
Qiu Changzhou, being the least courageous, burst into tears. He turned and quickly hugged the newcomer’s leg. “Shi—Shixiong…”
Feng Shi’s face was dark. He wasn’t in the mood to hear him cry. He kicked him away and hissed, “Wait until we get back! I’ll settle this with you then!”
Qiu Changzhou tumbled to the floor, two round snot bubbles forming as he cried. His eyes were swollen like walnuts, and he sobbed, “Shixiong… Shidi… waaaah… Shidi is gone. He saved me…”
Feng Shi knew the general direction of the plot, but he had no way of knowing the minute details within these time gaps. This incident happening right during his breakthrough was even harder to guard against.
Fortunately, Qing Qing had guaranteed that the boy was fine; he just needed to be found.
Zhu Chen saw at a glance that the aura on Feng Shi had changed significantly—he was now a Golden Core cultivator. He was shocked by this heaven-defying speed of progress but understood now was not the time for congratulations. Instead, he said, “I’ve already sent people to look. However, with the spiritual beasts rioting at the bottom of the mountain, he…”
Feng Shi didn’t want to hear the rest and interrupted, “Pardon me, Martial Uncle, I’m going down to find him now. As for these two brats, they will stay at Banyue Peak for their punishment for now.”
Zhu Chen replied, “Rest assured, Nephew.”
Feng Shi stayed for less than the time it took to drink a half cup of tea before leaving.
The medicine boy led him to the cliff where the five had descended. Before he could even say they had arrived, he saw a white silhouette flash before his eyes as the person jumped off the cliff without hesitation.
Amidst his shock, the boy thought: The rumors are true. Shixiong Liu really dotes on this little Shidi.
The wind whistled past his ears. The cliff was filled with moisture and was quite cold.
Feng Shi allowed himself to fall, only releasing his spiritual power to land steadily when the ground loomed before him.
“Qing Qing, can you lock onto Xiao He’s position?”
[Host, the system won’t locate him directly, but your artifact, Yue Que, can.]
Feng Shi paused. “Yue Que?”
He searched his memory and remembered the item.
“…”
No wonder back when he was still Feng Shi, Yue Que was bound to Shen Songhe, and the man had shown a look of relief—as if something had finally arrived.
He hadn’t expected it to be waiting for Liu Yi here…
Although it felt strange, Feng Shi didn’t hesitate to take the item from his account.
At some point, Yue Que had returned to its normal size. Under the push of his spiritual energy, it split into two parts. The slender thread immediately flew off in a certain direction the moment it was released.
Feng Shi followed closely. Before long, he saw the jade thread slip into a narrow stone crevice.
The crevice was only as high as Feng Shi’s knee and was extremely narrow, but it was enough for Shen Songhe to hide inside.
His heart tightened painfully. Feng Shi held his breath and slowly crouched before the small opening.
The jade thread from Yue Que had already automatically wound itself around Shen Songhe’s wrist.
That strange sensation of soul entanglement instantly woke the person from his light slumber.
He opened his eyes; the chaotic sounds of trampling were gone.
A bit of pale yellow sunlight filtered through the crevice beside him.
The light shone on a familiar shade of white. The originally dim color now shimmered in his eyes.
Shen Songhe’s eyes brightened. Supporting his weak body, he turned around in the narrow space. Even though his arm was scratched, he didn’t seem to notice. He spoke in a low, raspy voice, “Shixiong?”
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