Chapter 152: Qianqiu City
As the eternal runner-up, the Yushui Immortal Sect was more than just a little behind the number one, Chongshan Sect, both in strength and foundation.
Because of this, although they outwardly submitted, they were the most dissatisfied in their hearts and frequently engaged in petty schemes behind the scenes.
Although Feng Shi was heavily injured and temporarily devoid of magical power, he remained incredibly confident.
“No thanks, my Martial Uncle has business with me, so I cannot linger here. Please pass along the message.”
The expression of the young Yushui Immortal Sect disciple stiffened. A spark of anger flickered in his eyes, but he kept his patience and said, “Fellow Immortal, please do not make things difficult for me. If you do not go, the blame for Elder Quan’s death will likely fall on my head.”
Feng Shi understood his underlying meaning perfectly. “Oh? So the Yushui Immortal Sect has already convicted me?” He paused before adding, “Your sect truly… sees everything with crystal clarity.”
The young disciple’s expression shifted from stiff to ugly. Feng Shi lightly withdrew his gaze. “Don’t worry, it won’t fall on your head. After all, you’re just a messenger.”
“You!” Mocked twice in a row, the young disciple’s face turned ashen.
An itch flared in Feng Shi’s throat, and he couldn’t help coughing twice.
Trying to get the upper hand in a battle of words with him was simply wishful thinking.
At this moment, Ruan Ping arrived, supporting Quan Xinghe.
Seeing members of his own sect, the young disciple’s expression reined in slightly. He respectfully addressed him, “Young Master.”
Quan Xinghe ignored him, his pale lips stating, “I know what happened. You don’t need to be involved; I will explain everything to them clearly.”
The young disciple looked conflicted. “But we cannot let the criminal who murdered Elder Quan leave.”
Quan Xinghe frowned, emphasizing his words, “I said, I can explain it clearly. His Shizun is Huanqing Zhenren, can you afford to offend him!”
The young disciple’s face paled, and he lowered his head in silence.
Quan Xinghe then turned to face Feng Shi. Keeping his head down, his expression was somewhat awkward. “This time, thank you for saving me.”
He knew Feng Shi’s injuries were caused by him and understood the situation reasonably well; he wouldn’t truly blame Quan Xinghai’s death on Feng Shi.
Feng Shi chuckled. “To save your life, I got injured like this. I probably won’t be able to get out of bed for months. Shouldn’t you show some token of appreciation?”
Quan Xinghe’s expression remained unchanged. “Name it.”
Feng Shi rubbed his chin. “Hmm… I haven’t decided yet. We’ll talk about it later.”
Quan Xinghe agreed without any hesitation.
On the other side, the people from the Yushui Immortal Sect were still somewhat defiant. “We’ll let you off this time. For killing an Elder of our sect, if you are truly guilty, no matter who your Shizun is, you will not escape death!”
With that, they took their people and left.
Quan Xinghe glanced at Ruan Ping, hesitating to speak.
Seeing the two lost in the sorrow of parting, Feng Shi pretended not to notice. Turning his head, he whispered to Shen Songhe, “Do you notice anything unusual about those two?”
Shen Songhe lifted his eyes to look. After a long moment, he shook his head.
“Tsk.” Feng Shi reached out and gave him a light flick on the forehead. “Stupid. So dense.”
Shen Songhe on the outside: Unmoved.
Shen Songhe on the inside: π_π Wuwu, Shixiong called me stupid…
Feng Shi let out a yawn.
Having been a cultivator for so long, suddenly reverting to an ordinary person left him quite unaccustomed, especially when fatigue struck.
“Is Shixiong sleepy?”
Tears of physiological exhaustion welled in Feng Shi’s eyes as he covered his mouth with one hand. “Mm.”
Without a second word, Shen Songhe moved to pick him up and walk.
Feng Shi lowered his hand. “Where are we going?”
“Didn’t Shixiong say Martial Uncle was looking for you? We are returning to the Chongshan Sect.”
Feng Shi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “I need to make a trip to Qianqiu City. My Martial Uncle asked me to help fetch something outside.”
“Oh.” Shen Songhe numbly turned around and kept walking.
Feng Shi pushed his shoulder. “Stop, stop, stop.”
Shen Songhe stopped as instructed.
Feng Shi hopped down from him and patted his arm. “Don’t you feel tired?”
Shen Songhe shook his head. “Not tired.”
Looking at his deadly serious demeanor, Feng Shi couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, I can go to Qianqiu City by myself. You lead the Senior Brothers and Sisters back first.”
A trace of disbelief flickered in Shen Songhe’s eyes, and his pupils even dilated slightly.
Seeing this clearly, Feng Shi found it quite fascinating. Smiling, he reached out to touch the boy’s eyes, an impish grin on his face. “What’s the matter?”
The corners of Shen Songhe’s eyes flushed with a visible, yet subtle, heat beneath his pale skin. The corners of his lips turned down, and he remained silent.
Feng Shi instantly realized that he was upset again, precisely because he wasn’t taking him along to play.
“Qianqiu City, what kind of place is that? That’s the territory of the Hehuan Sect. My lovely little Junior Brother, you are so pretty and delicate. What if you get snatched away? Hmm?”
“What about Shixiong? Shixiong is also good-looking.”
Caught off guard by such a direct compliment, Feng Shi actually felt a bit embarrassed. He gave two dry coughs. “I can just change my face.”
Shen Songhe: “I can too.”
“Then who will lead the Senior Brothers and Sisters?”
“They are already Senior Brothers and Sisters, do they still need a Junior Brother to look after them?”
Feng Shi: “…You have a point.” Yet his subconscious screamed against Shen Songhe going; the place was a den of iniquity, what if he learned bad habits?
Seeing Feng Shi still hesitating, Shen Songhe felt a surge of irritation in his heart. “Shixiong, give me the spirit boat.”
Feng Shi was surprised. He was actually being this obedient this time? Agreeing after just two sentences?
Although somewhat incredulous, he still took out the spirit boat.
Taking the spirit boat, Shen Songhe turned and walked away.
Watching his retreating figure, an intense imbalance struck Feng Shi’s heart. He kicked a pebble on the ground fiercely.
Fuck, couldn’t he have begged just a little more?
But during the brief moment his head was lowered, a dark shadow draped over him from above.
Feng Shi looked up to see that Shen Songhe had actually come back.
The youth’s chest was rising and falling slightly, a faint flush on his cheeks. The loose hair on his forehead fluttered backward; he must have run back.
Feng Shi glanced at his hands and realized the spirit boat was gone. Looking past him at the Chongshan Sect disciples, he saw they were already boarding the boat.
“You…” Feng Shi pointed behind him, but before he could begin his interrogation, Shen Songhe reached out and enveloped his index finger, saying in a deep voice, “It’s done, Shixiong. Now they don’t need me to look after them.”
Feng Shi: “…”
What a brilliant move of acting first and reporting later.
Left with no other option, Feng Shi could only lay down three ground rules before they hurried toward Qianqiu City.
Qianqiu City lay between the Yushui Immortal Sect and the Chongshan Sect, but even traveling by sword required two days. Since Feng Shi was currently an ordinary mortal, they stopped and started along the way, arriving five days later.
Right before entering the city, the two of them used talismans to alter their appearances.
Because Feng Shi had no spiritual power, they had to rely entirely on Shen Songhe to cast the spell.
Shen Songhe went first. With a simple transformation, he became an ordinary-looking young man, dressed in the typical garb of a rogue cultivator.
Then it was Feng Shi’s turn.
“Me next, me next! Turn me into an older uncle, preferably an ugly one.”
Although puzzled, Shen Songhe nodded.
The talismans flew around Feng Shi, ending with a poof.
Feng Shi looked down, but his eyes were immediately greeted by pink garments.
The fabric was light and soft, creating a graceful, flowing effect with every step, but this f*cking…
Why is it women’s clothing again!!!
With a furrowed brow, Feng Shi abruptly jerked his head up.
Shen Songhe also looked completely at a loss, his cheeks flushing red. “I’m sorry, Shixiong, cough cough. It’s my fault… my skills aren’t refined enough…”
“Do it again.”
“I-I’m out of talismans…”
Feng Shi ground his teeth. Shen Songhe wasn’t him; drawing talismans on the spot would waste too much time.
But looking in the mirror, at least he was unrecognizable and quite plain-looking, so Feng Shi endured it.
Seeing that Feng Shi wasn’t angry, Shen Songhe let out a sigh of relief. Inwardly, however, he thought: That was close. How did I end up projecting the very thing I was thinking about…
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