Chapter 113: Xiao He-zi Makes His Entrance
Feng Shi spent two days adjusting and finally managed to get a clear grasp of the situation.
The Chongshan Sect of a hundred and twenty years ago was several times more prosperous than it would be a century later.
His Master, Huan Qing Zhenren, was one of the sect’s elders, possessed of unfathomable strength.
As for his “parents,” they were exactly as the system describedâlong gone.
His father had been a fellow disciple and brother-in-arms to Huan Qing Zhenren. Thus, as the “Liu Yi” version of Feng Shi, he had been raised by Huan Qing after his parents passed away.
In essence, Huan Qing and Feng Shi were not only foster father and son but also Master and disciple.
Huan Qing doted on this little disciple excessively.
Over the past two days, Feng Shi had to endure being “force-fed” like a stuffed duck every single day. He had even nearly been subjected to the man personally handling his basic bathroom needs!
It was only thanks to Feng Shi unleashing the full power of a tantrumâwailing and thrashingâthat he managed to put a stop to such harrowing behavior.
Two years ago, before Feng Shi inhabited this body, the original “Liu Yi” had been a cold and dull child. He never communicated much with Huan Qing, essentially acting like a semi-intelligent doll.
But now that Feng Shi was here, the “dull child” had suddenly gained enlightenment and become much more clever.
He was even willing to speak to Huan Qing. Although his attitude remained somewhat cold, the slight change was enough to make Huan Qing so happy that the wrinkles on his face hadn’t smoothed out once.
The man was so jovial that he insisted on hosting a banquet for various immortal friends. He also became a huge gossip, telling everyone he met about how wonderful his “precious disciple” was…
While Feng Shi was under orders not to leave the house, listening to Qing Qingâs vivid descriptions of these events made his lips twitch uncontrollably.
Huan Qingâs strength was considerable. For over two hundred years, he had cared for nothing but cultivation. He had never taken a cultivation partner, nor did he have any children or disciples to attend to him.
Now that he had adopted Feng Shiâwho was both a disciple and a sonâhe naturally doted on him to the extreme.
Feng Shi felt a headache whenever he looked at his own tiny hands and feet, so he asked the system to speed things up.
Unexpectedly, after speeding up, the events that were supposed to happen still couldn’t be skipped. Instead, the words and actions of everyone around him became like a TV show playing at triple speed.
Feng Shi was nearly dizzy enough to vomit. He persevered for a while until he reached the age of five before finally slowing down.
Five years oldâan age where one could begin to stand out.
Feng Shi began to retread the path of cultivation.
The rewards, points, and personal space he had accumulated before his “death” were all still there. This time, as “Liu Aotian,” he possessed top-tier luck and natural talent; he learned everything at lightning speed.
Coupled with Huan Qing praising him as a genius unparalleled in heaven or earth, all the elders of the Chongshan Sect grew to adore him. They taught him everything, giving him every cultivation technique and mental method without missing a single one.
Feng Shi was diligent too. He scurried between different mountain peaks every day. When it came time to study, he would turn on the speed multiplier, spending a fraction of the time to achieve the same results. It was pure bliss.
In the year he turned ten, Huan Qing finally took a cultivation partner. Not only that, but he also recruited two new disciples for him.
And these two disciples were none other than Xu Yan and Qiu Changzhou!
Oh my god…
When Feng Shi first glanced at their personal information, his soul almost flew out of his body.
One was his former teacher…
The other was his former Sect Master…
But now, the roles were reversed, and he was their Shixiong.
This feeling…
Feng Shi blinked, and then suddenly, he began to laugh, rubbing his hands together with a mischievous he-he-he.
This is… just too damn satisfying!
His two little Shidi were currently just little balls of fluff who couldn’t even speak clearly. They looked adorable.
Feng Shi reached out and pinched little Qiu Changzhouâs cheek, pinching him until his eyes welled with tears. The boy ran off to their Master, wailing:
âZun-Zun, Shixiong is bullying me!â
He ran to complain three times a day, which actually made his little legs quite nimble.
Feng Shi would roll around on the ground behind him, clutching his stomach and laughing.
ââMeâ? Hahaha! So you picked up those rough habits from the mortal markets!â
Qiu Changzhou came from a common farming family. Having been raised there for two or three years, he was quite familiar with the colloquialisms of the villagers.
A habit he couldn’t even break after becoming Sect Master over a hundred years laterâit was cute, but it was absolutely hilarious.
Xu Yan, however, was different. He had been a young master of a prestigious family since childhood. He was noble, clever, and sweet-talking, making him quite likable.
He loved clinging to Feng Shi the most, often framing Qiu Changzhou to compete for affection, which resulted in Qiu Changzhou howling in tears.
From then on, there were two old ones and three little ones.
On Huan Qingâs Songtao Peak, every day was filled with chaos.
Five years passed like this.
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Five years later.
The Chongshan Sect’s Grand Selection.
In the early morning before dawn, Feng Shi got up of his own accord and finished tidying himself.
He was now fifteen years old. His stature was already tall and upright, and his appearance was eighty to ninety percent similar to the later Feng Shi. He was only slightly more youthful, yet he was still breathtakingly handsome.
This body could be said to be a direct copy of his original world’s body provided by the system. Even the scar on his chest and the small mole on the back of his neck were identical.
So, Feng Shi wasn’t surprised that Shen Songhe had been able to recognize him before.
From his body to his mannerisms, it was clearly him.
Feng Shi smiled at the mirror.
Today was the day of the Chongshan Sect’s Grand Selection, and according to the system, the day Shen Songhe would join the sect.
At the thought of meeting Shen Songhe, a gentle smile blossomed on Feng Shiâs face. He lowered his head to tie his waist sash and reached up to adjust the long hairpin and jade crown atop his head before finally pulling open the door to leave.
The selection had already begun toward the end of the Yin hour.
Today was merely for selecting disciples with potential from those who had come to sign up.
By the time Feng Shi flew his sword down to the bottom of the mountain, the daylight was already bright.
The mountain mist swirled like threads of smoke among the peaks. Looking down from the sky, one could see several long lines of people.
At the end of the lines was the Eight Dragon Spiritual Platform, used by the Chongshan Sect for testing potential.
Eight long pillars carved with coiled dragons stood upright around the platform. In the center were five large spiritual stones of different colors.
The people in line were placing their hands on the spiritual stones one by one to test their resonance.
If a spiritual stone lit up, they were considered to have passed the most basic first threshold. Afterward, those with good potential would enter the trial phase.
[Host, we have an agreement. You are only here to watch. You cannot intervene or help until He-He enters the Master-selection phase on his own merit. However, you are allowed to have a brief conversation with him beforehand.]
Feng Shi was already itching to see the person. Hearing this, he waved his hand impatiently and craned his neck to look:
âI know, I know. Youâve said it a hundred times. Stop the nonsense and help me find him first.â
The childishness had left his voice, replaced by a clear, youthful tone that sounded like a gently flowing streamâextremely pleasant to the ear.
Qing Qing pouted:
[Hmph!]
A Host who chooses beauty over his system!
Feng Shi looked at the bustling, crowded scene below. He pressed his index and middle fingers together into a sword gesture, manipulating the long sword beneath his feet to descend.
The Chongshan Sect disciples below who possessed cultivation bases noticed his arrival early.
Once they saw his appearance and confirmed it was him, they were all somewhat surprised and puzzled, but mostly envious.
âWhy is Shixiong Liu here? I recall he doesn’t need to trouble himself with such trivial matters?â
âTo see Shixiong Liu even once, I would feel no regrets even if I stood here and died of heat today!â
Feng Shiâs ears were sharp; he naturally heard their discussions, but he didn’t give it much thought.
The script for a “Dragon Aotian” was truly different.
For fifteen years, he had been respected every day. He was the publicly recognized once-in-a-century genius of the cultivation world, the pampered darling of the Chongshan Sect.
No matter what he did or what bullying he endured, he had all the ancestors and immortals of the Chongshan Sect to back him up. He was truly at the peak of his glory.
Through the mouths of these Chongshan Sect disciples, everyoneâs gaze converged on Feng Shi as he arrived on his sword.
Among these people were also commoners trying their luck. Seeing a noble at Feng Shiâs level for the first time, some actually knelt on the spot and kowtowed, shouting, âImmortal!â
Feng Shi felt a bit awkward. After all, his intention for showing off this time was only for Shen Songhe to see.
But it didn’t matter. He was only slightly awkward; after all, he had long ago developed a face as thick as a city wallâhe was practically impervious to all things.
Thus, he landed gracefully at the position Qing Qing had locked onto.
The youth was dressed in white robes as soft as clouds. He wore a jade belt and a long hairpin, with a green jade pendant hanging from his waist and the Baishuang Sword beneath his feet. When he landed, he stepped lightly on the air, and the long sword turned into a speck of starlight-like white light as he retracted it into his palm.
The wind ruffled his sleeves and black hair, making the red-lipped, white-teethed youth appear even more vivid.
This position was right next to the Eight Dragon Spiritual Platform. Feng Shi first greeted a few inner disciples guarding the area and then began looking for his person with mounting anticipation.
However, he didn’t need to look.
What kind of person was Shen Songhe?
A beauty whose name and appearance would surpass all in the Nine Provinces a century later. Standing among this crowd, he was a crane among chickens.
So, when Feng Shi turned his head, he immediately saw the miniature version of the Shen Songhe who wore simple white clothes…
Feng Shiâs eyelashes trembled.
He was so small! He looked exactly like the little white ball of fluff he had raised before! It was definitely his good Shizun, without a doubt!
Only the crane mark between his brows was much fainter; one wouldn’t notice it without looking closely.
At this very moment, Feng Shi stared back and forth with the young version of Shen Songhe, whose eyes were bright and round.
Shen Songhe wasn’t startled or impressed. After a glance at Feng Shi, he retracted his gaze and then secretly peered back out of the corner of his eye.
His little face was beautiful and noble. Even if he was curious in his heart, he refused to show it in the slightest.
Feng Shi remained dazed for a long while before his face crumpled into a look of suffering. He covered his eyes slightly with his slender fingers and screamed in his heart:
Itâs over!
He only remembered that he had been too small to do anything, but he had completely forgotten that Shen Songhe wasn’t big either. Right now, he was just a little sprout!
Seeing Feng Shiâs expression as if heâd been struck by lightning, Qing Qing covered its mouth and fake-cried, though it was actually laughing:
[Sob, sob, sob. It seems the Host will have to suffer a bit and experience the joy of a “grooming” play~]
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