Chapter 123: It Won’t Be Long Before the Person Shows Up
Half a year ago, when his Master returned, he had told him to move out of his Shixiong’s place on the grounds that he was now grown and didn’t need someone to take care of him.
Shen Songhe was naturally unwilling in his heart.
But his Shixiong agreed.
On the day he moved out of the courtyard, Shen Songhe had no way to describe his mood at the time. That feeling was as if a ball of cotton had been tightly stuffed into his chest, making him feel so stifled he couldn’t breathe.
However.
Even though he was angry, he also understood this anger was unreasonable and its cause unknown. Therefore, he could only keep it in his heart.
He had been secretly angry for half a year. After this month of separation, he finally let go of his anger because he missed his Shixiong too much.
He just hadn’t expected that the moment he returned, he would hear that his Shixiong had actually raised a new spirit pet behind his back!
And it was a fox spirit!
Shen Songhe lowered his eyes, looking at the wolf-hair brush lying quietly on the ground.
This brush was a gift he had specially brought for Feng Shi from this mission. It had cost all the spiritual stones he had on him. Now, it was ruthlessly thrown on the ground.
Pitter-patter.
Two faint sounds. In the blink of an eye, two spots of wetness appeared on the ground.
Shen Songhe snapped out of it, blinking with some annoyance. Then, he stopped looking at the brush, stepped around it, and casually tossed his sword onto the rack.
This sword was also given by Feng Shi. Several years ago, he had specifically gone to the Sword Pavilion to choose it for him; it was a top-grade spiritual sword.
For a youth of his age to have such a spiritual sword, the disciples and seniors of the sect all envied him for it.
Shen Songhe also cherished this sword immensely; if he could use his hands, he would never draw the sword. Now, it was the first time he had treated it so roughly.
The spiritual sword felt aggrieved.
Beside this spiritual sword, the small wooden sword Feng Shi had given him years ago was still well-preserved. The body of the wooden sword was smooth, showing it had been taken care of exceptionally well.
Shen Songhe sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes, not wanting to think about these messy things anymore.
But the more he didn’t want to think, the more his mind was filled.
When he closed his eyes, his mind was full of Feng Shi’s figure. His features were vivid as if he were right before his eyes.
Shen Songhe’s brows furrowed slightly, his mind constantly murmuring to itself.
Why did Shixiong raise that fox spirit pet?
Could it really be like what those people said—it has other uses?
No, Shixiong isn’t that kind of person…
Then… he just wants a new little Shidi?!
The more Shen Songhe thought about it, the angrier he became, to the point where the spiritual energy in his body became blocked, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth…
At this very moment.
On the other side.
Qiu Changzhou was tiptoeing and peeking around.
Feng Shi’s doors and windows weren’t closed. The cool breeze passed through the hall, making it pleasant and comfortable.
A youth dressed in white layered with green gauze was lying on his side on the couch. He supported his head with one hand, his eyes closed for a nap. Beneath his other palm, a small fox with snow-white fur was obediently crouching.
The moment someone entered the courtyard, Feng Shi had noticed, but his body was lazy, so he didn’t move.
Sensing the newcomer’s suspicious movements, he felt amused but didn’t expose them.
Seeing Feng Shi asleep and confirming the presence of the little fox, Qiu Changzhou signaled the person behind him with a wink and a wave. “Quick, come…”
Xu Yan also joined in on the excitement.
Two black heads peeked out from the doorway in unison.
Looking at the spiritual fox, Qiu Changzhou whispered to Xu Yan, “It’s true! Shixiong really raised a spiritual fox, and its appearance is so beautiful!”
“If it truly cultivated into human form…” Qiu Changzhou spoke half a sentence and let out a chuckle.
Xu Yan raised his hand and gave him a sharp knock on the head, his tone cold. “You’re the only one who thinks too much. Filthy! Shixiong is definitely just doing it to pass the time!”
Qiu Changzhou let out a “che,” unconvinced. “Then I want to raise one too… I won’t do anything either…”
Xu Yan silently rolled his eyes.
Feng Shi’s hearing was sharp; he naturally heard their conversation clearly.
The trend of raising spirit pets in the cultivation world—how spirit pets could become “playthings” once raised well—he had heard about it too.
But he didn’t have that intention at all. This spiritual fox hadn’t even gained sapience. In his eyes, it was just like an ordinary kitten or puppy…
Seeing the two at the door about to argue again, Feng Shi spoke slightly, though his body didn’t move an inch.
“Since you’re here, why are you acting suspicious at the door? Come in and talk…”
He spoke suddenly. Both people at the door shivered and were startled.
Qiu Changzhou was the first to try to stand up, but he didn’t notice Xu Yan behind him accidentally stepping on his hem. He stumbled several times before finally standing still in front of Feng Shi.
“Hahaha, hello, Shixiong…” Qiu Changzhou let out a few dry laughs and scratched his head, feeling a bit awkward.
Feng Shi opened his eyes lazily.
Before him were two tall youths, but Shen Songhe was nowhere to be seen.
He looked back a few more times to confirm. “Where is little Shidi?”
“Little Shidi isn’t coming.” Qiu Changzhou shrugged. Soon, his attention was drawn to the little white fox on the couch, which had just woken up and was stretching.
Feng Shi’s brow furrowed slightly, his heart filled with dissatisfaction: What a heartless person!
They hadn’t seen each other for a month, yet he didn’t even come to see him first upon returning!
Does he not miss him at all?
He sat up, casually tossed the fox on the floor, and tidied his hair with one hand.
The little fox was very affectionate. Sniffing and twitching its nose, it quickly ran to Qiu Changzhou’s leg, pawing at it and wanting to be held.
Qiu Changzhou looked surprised and flattered, glancing at Feng Shi.
Feng Shi was thinking about Shen Songhe and was extremely impatient. “Take it, take it.”
Qiu Changzhou gasped with his mouth wide open. He looked at Xu Yan, then at Feng Shi. “This is… uh, Shixiong, this is…?”
Feng Shi didn’t care. “It’s yours.”
Qiu Changzhou turned his head to exchange a look with Xu Yan again. His eyes widened, his expression a mix of emotions. He muttered, “So Shixiong really doesn’t have that intention, hehe…”
“Then isn’t little Shidi angry for nothing? Hahaha.”
Feng Shi’s gaze swept over. “What did you say happened to Xiao He?”
Qiu Changzhou held the fox, loving it immensely. He said casually, “He’s angry. It might be because he heard Shijie Lin say Big Shixiong raised a new spirit pet. I keep saying—Big Shixiong, is raising one little Shidi not enough for you?”
Only after he finished did he realize he had misspoke and hurriedly shut his mouth.
Feng Shi narrowed his eyes upon hearing this. He rubbed his chin and let out a long, meaningful “Oh.”
“Fine. You two did well on the mission. Go back.” He waved them away and turned back onto the couch.
Xu Yan saw Feng Shi closing his eyes again. He pursed his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end, he didn’t speak.
Qiu Changzhou, having gotten a fox, was overjoyed. He pulled Xu Yan’s sleeve, lacking the ability to read the room. “Let’s go, Second Shixiong. Big Shixiong needs to rest.”
Xu Yan turned around without a word.
Just as he lifted his foot, he heard Feng Shi’s voice from behind. “Wait.”
Xu Yan hurried to turn back, the dull expression on his face instantly becoming animated.
Feng Shi covered his mouth and let out a yawn. He reached into his lapel, fumbled around, and took out a cultivation manual to toss over. “There. Your cultivation has progressed recently; your technique should be changed too.”
With three Shidi, he—as the Big Shixiong—naturally had to be fair.
Xu Yan hurriedly knelt to receive the manual, a rare look of joy on his face. “Thank you, Big Shixiong!”
Feng Shi waved again, signaling they could leave.
Only then did Xu Yan and Qiu Changzhou leave satisfied.
After they left, Feng Shi closed the door with a flick of his hand. Qing Qing appeared before him.
[Host, such a cute little fox, and you don’t want it anymore?]
“No.”
“No matter how good-looking it is, how can it compare to our Xiao He?” Feng Shi cupped his face with both hands, his eyes curving. “Beautiful! Cute!”
Qing Qing silently rolled its eyes. [Fine. Then why aren’t you going to see your Xiao He?]
Feng Shi lay down on the bed, let out a chuckle, and said lazily, “No rush. Just wait.”
Qing Qing didn’t understand. [Wait for Xiao He to come on his own? Isn’t he angry?]
Feng Shi glanced at it. “Look at you. Call you an AI-diot, and you’re not even happy.”
Qing Qing pouted in dissatisfaction.
Having personally watched Shen Songhe grow up this time, Feng Shi’s understanding of him had naturally reached a new level. He had long ago mastered his temperament.
He was the typical “saying no but meaning yes” type.
Therefore, it wouldn’t be long before the person surely showed up.
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