Chapter 148: Repayment
A millennium ago, Venerable Yuguang was also an era unto himself.
Feng Shi sighed with emotion. Even though this fellow seemed utterly unserious, and it was their very first meeting, he nonetheless felt a sense of familiarity, as if they were old friends. It was just a pity: You were born but I was not; I was born, but you are already dead.
They could not be friends.
Thinking this, Feng Shi rubbed the jade pendant in his hands a couple of times.
He only hoped that the man’s son was still alive and well.
Once the person was rescued, he would definitely take him out and carefully find a sect for him.
Just as Venerable Yuguang had said, the child’s name was carved on this jade pendant. Feng Shi looked down and saw two characters. However, the script was not one he was familiar with, so he couldn’t decipher what the two characters were for the moment.
In the blink of an eye, this spatial dimension collapsed following Venerable Yuguang’s disappearance. The two closed their eyes to temporarily avoid the blinding light. When they opened their eyes again, they had returned to the underground palace.
Yanluo shook its blade and emitted a humming sound, then hovered steadily, closely adhering to Shen Songhe’s side.
Quan Xinghai, who had originally been struggling to pull the sword, was also blasted away by the sword qi, crashing miserably into a pillar to the side.
Feng Shi ignored him for the moment. Turning around, he supported himself against the completely smashed outer coffin, using his spiritual energy to flick away the rubble on top of it.
The front half of the coffin was severely damaged, but there was no sign of blood. It should be… fine, right?
Feng Shi reached out to push aside the shards of the jade coffin and stuck his head in to look.
“Fuck!”
Seeing the situation inside the coffin, Feng Shi gasped sharply. He then abruptly reached in, hoisted the deathly pale object inside, and raised it high. “Yuguang! Your son has let you down!”
As he spoke, a look of profound grief crossed his face. “Before I even arrived, he went and died first!”
This deathly pale object was precisely a skull with a hole smashed into its forehead.
However, it was glaringly obvious that this was the head of an adult.
Shen Songhe coughed twice, thinking to himself: Senior Brother has really been a bad influence on that fellow just now.
He then spoke up to remind him, “Senior Brother, this shouldn’t be him.”
Feng Shi’s emotions had just flared up. “What?”
Shen Songhe: “It shouldn’t be the person we’re looking for.”
“This head is too big.”
Feng Shi also realized this. Turning his head, he met the two pitch-black holes of the eye sockets on the skull.
Fuck, it really isn’t.
Feng Shi casually tossed the skull back in. Taking the handkerchief Shen Songhe handed over to wipe his hands, he poked his head back into the coffin to look. “Why is this an adult? Could it be that Yuguang remembered incorrectly?”
Just as his words fell, his hand-wiping motion halted.
Seeing him freeze, his gaze staring intently at a certain spot, Shen Songhe understood and leaned in to look as well.
He saw that in the undamaged back half of the coffin, a dirt-covered, bone-thin young child was curled up.
The clothes on this child had become tattered and torn over thousands of years, barely covering his body. His skin was rough and dull, and his lips were purplish-black. Only a pair of eyes were distinctly black and white, clear to the bottom.
And beside this child was that adult skeleton, presumably one of the wives Venerable Yuguang had mentioned.
The child’s pitiful appearance made Feng Shi’s heart clench. After recovering for a moment, he extended a hand, his throat dry as he said, “Child, come out.”
Judging by his skeletal frame, this child should only be two or three years old. It was likely that the shattering of the coffin had awakened him. His eyes were full of innocent confusion. Feng Shi called out to him for quite a while, but he remained curled up in place, unmoving.
Left with no choice, Feng Shi could only lift the heavy lid off the coffin and forcefully scoop the child out.
The child’s body was freezing cold and stiff, and panic surfaced in his eyes.
Feng Shi hurriedly soothed him, “Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. I am a friend of your father. Do you still remember who you are?”
The child seemed unable to understand his words, showing no reaction.
Feng Shi initially thought he had slumbered for too long and his memories had dissipated. But on second thought, Venerable Yuguang hadn’t even had the time to name him, meaning the child should have just been born not long ago. So how was he this big?
Could it be that he just didn’t have the time to name him?
Was Yuguang already this much of a scumbag?
Feng Shi harbored doubts in his heart but didn’t dwell on them. The most pressing matter at hand was still to finish off Quan Xinghai and leave this place.
Stuffing both the child in his arms and the jade pendant into Shen Songhe’s embrace, Feng Shi drew his own sword and met the lunging Quan Xinghai.
At this moment, Quan Xinghai had already suffered the backlash of the Forbidden Spell and had fallen into a state of frenzy. His heart and eyes were solely focused on Yanluo.
Seeing that Shen Songhe had stolen his coveted prize, he didn’t even care about Feng Shi anymore, charging straight at Shen Songhe, yelling, “Kill you, and the sword is mine!”
Feng Shi’s gaze chilled. With a single strike, he severed half of his left arm. Unexpectedly, Quan Xinghai didn’t seem to feel it at all. He simply stared over with a pair of bloodshot eyes. “And you too. Neither of you two will live!”
Following his words, everyone below the elevated platform suddenly felt their spiritual power draining away massively.
For those whose spiritual power was already running low, they immediately spat blood and fell unconscious.
The crowd fell into a panic, fleeing in all directions, but no matter how far they ran, they couldn’t escape Quan Xinghai’s control.
Quan Xinghe, having been under the curse for so long, was even less able to endure it. Quan Xinghai hoisted him up by his neck, holding him suspended in the air. Spiritual energy visibly detached from his body, rapidly burrowing into Quan Xinghai’s body.
The last sliver of hope in his heart extinguished. Quan Xinghe trembled all over, his eyes red as he screamed, “Brother!”
Hearing his voice, Quan Xinghai didn’t soften his heart in the slightest. Instead, he smiled sinisterly. “Xinghe ah, your brother has raised you for so many years. Shouldn’t you give your brother a little repayment?”
“Why not just give me your life!”
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