Chapter 125: You’re Agreeing So Quickly, Aren’t You Afraid?
Shen Songhe pursed his lips. He realized his own mistake but didn’t know how to put it into words.
Feng Shi knew his personality well. He let out a light sigh and patted the boy’s head. “Alright, we’ll talk about it later. If you don’t know how, you can learn slowly.”
Shen Songhe looked up, his eyes meeting Feng Shi’s slightly curved ones. They were shimmering and full of a smile, with a flicker of doting affection passing through them.
Thump-thump, thump-thump.
Shen Songhe suddenly realized his heart was beating incredibly fast, pounding against his ribs as if it were about to leap out of his chest.
Following that was a wave of heart-palpitating heat that quickly flushed across his cheeks. “I…”
Sensing the change, he hurriedly looked away and circulated his spiritual energy to suppress the restless heat.
Feng Shi leaned his head on one hand, naturally not missing this clumsy disguise. His heart was bubbling with how cute the boy was. He was just about to tease him a bit more when a blue paper bird flew through the window, interrupting him.
It was the Sound Transmission Art of the Chongshan Sect.
The blue bird landed in front of the two of them. Feng Shi struck it with a bit of spiritual energy, and the paper bird spoke with a human voice.
“Nephew Liu…”
It was the Second Senior Uncle.
He said the Sect Leader wanted him to come to the Xianhe Hall immediately to discuss matters.
If the Sect Leader was calling, it was surely no small thing. Feng Shi had no choice but to stand up reluctantly. As he walked, he gave instructions to the “little vinegar jar.” “I have things to attend to. Xiao Shidi, you should head back first.”
After taking two steps, however, he doubled back. With a playful smirk, he leaned down and patted Shen Songhe’s shoulder, whispering into his pale ear, “Don’t forget what I just said…”
Shen Songhe’s ear, brushed by that warm breath, turned so red it looked ready to drip blood. His eyes widened slightly as he stared blankly at Feng Shi.
So well-behaved.
Feng Shi intended to leave after flirting, but before he could take another step, he felt his sleeve being lightly tugged.
Hmm?
Feng Shi turned back, puzzled.
A fair hand, tinged with a faint pink, was gripping the edge of his robe.
Shen Songhe was still seated, looking up at him with eyes as bright as stars. “Shi… Shixiong…“
“What is it?”
Shen Songhe’s beautiful cheeks were flushed like peach blossoms. His long eyelashes fluttered, and his voice was as quiet as a mosquito. “I want… I want to… sleep here tonight…”
Feng Shi: “…”
Beyond his surprise, he raised an eyebrow and scrutinized Shen Songhe’s clearly bashful expression.
His eyes were “brimming with spring,” his gaze was darting away, and his words were halting.
But… his grip on the sleeve was very firm.
At least he’d managed to say it.
He was a quick learner, and he actually listened.
Feng Shi was in a great mood. With a wave of his hand, he chuckled. “It’s just sleeping over for a night, isn’t it? Granted!”
Shen Songhe was in the middle of worrying if he had been too pushy. Hearing the answer, his tense face visibly relaxed, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his eyes.
By the time he recovered his senses, the man was already gone.
When Feng Shi finally returned, the rich aroma of food was already wafting through the courtyard.
[What? Hehe can actually cook?]
Qingqing, acting as Feng Shi’s mouthpiece, widened its eyes and spoke first.
Feng Shi hadn’t expected it either. In just a month’s absence, Shen Songhe had picked up a new skill?
Well… then again, that guy did seem to know how to cook a bit in the future…
With that thought, Feng Shi walked toward the small kitchen.
In recent years, both he and Shen Songhe had reached the stage of Inedia, but they still occasionally prepared meals to satisfy their palates. However, ever since Shen Songhe moved out, Feng Shi hadn’t cooked again.
The small kitchen hadn’t been used in half a year, but a single talisman was enough to clear it.
When Feng Shi entered, there were three or four small wooden automatons on the floor. They were busy fetching water and washing vegetables, assisting the person standing before the stove in an orderly fashion.
“Shixiong…” Seeing him enter, Shen Songhe hurriedly stopped what he was doing, his movements becoming a bit frantic.
Feng Shi had watched Shen Songhe grow from a little white ball no taller than his knee into a tall, upright youth.
But because the change was gradual, someone living through it often didn’t notice.
It was only in a sudden moment like this that he could truly experience that magical feeling of a temporal leap.
It felt as though in the blink of an eye, the person before him had grown up.
“Shixiong, it will be ready in just a moment,” Shen Songhe spoke cautiously.
Feng Shi snapped out of it and nodded, teasing, “Not bad, Xiao He. When did you learn this?”
When the boy lived with him, he hadn’t had the heart to let him lift a finger.
Shen Songhe explained, “I learned by watching you. I tried it out while I was away this time.”
Feng Shi took a sniff.
The food smelled delicious, though he didn’t know how it would taste.
He lifted his robes and sat before the stove, watching the flickering scarlet sparks of spiritual energy. He rested his chin on his hand. “In a few days, a secret realm is going to open. The Sect Leader wants me to lead the team. You’re coming too.”
Shen Songhe’s hands paused. Immediately, the joy in his eyes became impossible to hide. He answered without hesitation, “Yes!”
Feng Shi raised an eyebrow. “Agreeing so quickly? Aren’t you afraid?”
Shen Songhe’s complexion was rosy. Though he kept his face straight, he was clearly very happy. He shook his head. “As long as Shixiong is there, I’m not afraid.”
Feng Shi coughed twice, his own face feeling a bit warm. He changed the subject. “Alright. Spots are limited, so you’ll have to participate in a small trial. Use these next two days to prepare.”
“With so many eyes watching, I can’t openly give you a back-door entrance. But I believe in your strength; go and gain some experience.”
“Mm… also, before entering the secret realm, move back here for a while. I’ll help you check on your recent cultivation progress.”
Shen Songhe had received two massive surprises in a row. His heart was leaping with joy, though the shift on his face was subtle—only the hand stir-frying the vegetables shook ever so slightly. “Yes!”
As for this secret realm, Feng Shi hadn’t originally wanted to go.
In the ten or so years he’d been here, he had barely left the mountain. His combat experience was mostly gained in the Demon Slaying Tower and sect competitions.
Currently, he had reached the fourth floor of the Demon Slaying Tower with only a Golden Core cultivation, making him a legend within the Chongshan Sect.
Actually, that was wrong.
In what way was he, Liu Yi, not a legend?
Feng Shi thought boredly. Being a “Dragon Aotian” wasn’t satisfying at all—there was no sense of achievement.
If Qingqing hadn’t mentioned that Shen Songhe’s Yanluo sword was inside this secret realm, and that he had to go if he wanted to get the sword, he wouldn’t have wanted to break this peaceful life.
Going down the mountain meant he had to keep up appearances and act cool; it was exhausting.
Seeing Feng Shi sighing, Shen Songhe was puzzled, but before he could ask, a faint scorched smell wafted from the pan. He had to pull his focus back and frantically deal with the food.
After they ate, the sky turned dark.
Before bed, Shen Songhe went back to his own quarters to fetch some daily necessities. On the way, he passed Qiu Changzhou’s room. He could hear strange laughter coming from inside from time to time. Through the window paper, the shadows of a man and a fox were visible.
It seemed his San Shixiong and that fox spirit were getting along quite famously.
Shen Songhe curled his lips into a smile of satisfaction and turned to head back up the mountain.
Two days later, the small trial for the secret realm began.
Shen Songhe and Feng Shi set out early for Banyue Peak, where the trial was being held.
The disciples of the sect had heard that the core disciple leading the team this time was the famous Shixiong Liu Yi. They all fought tooth and nail to participate; those actually seeking opportunities or treasures were in the minority.
Consequently, by the time the two arrived, even the spectators alone filled half the area, surrounding the combat stage so tightly that not a drop of water could get through.
Seeing this exaggerated scene, Feng Shi’s lip twitched.
Before anyone could spot him, he quickly pulled out a talisman to change his appearance. Then he nudged Shen Songhe. “Go on. Shixiong will be right here below the stage watching you.”
Shen Songhe was more than happy to have no one looking at Feng Shi. He nodded, squeezed through the crowd, and went forward to collect his token.
Feng Shi found a spot with a good view and sat down, leisurely watching the fights.
The requirement for participating disciples was to be at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment or higher, and no older than twenty.
Shen Songhe was only fifteen and already at the peak of Foundation Establishment; he was undoubtedly the second cultivation genius after Feng Shi.
Even though this was his first time participating in a sect competition, he would likely crush these people.
Feng Shi was at ease.
Once the hour of the Dragon passed, registration ended, and the official matches began.
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