Chapter 114: Is Shidi Willing to Go with Shixiong?
Feng Shi pretended to be on official business and followed Shen Songhe secretly for two days.
It had to be said that Shen Songhe’s potential was indeed excellent when he was young, almost on par with Feng Shi’s. It was just a pity that he was destined to have his Golden Core destroyed in the future.
Now, the “little bun” was kneeling in the high hall along with the other disciples who had passed the trial. His posture was upright and proper; at such a young age, one could already see his extraordinary bearing. Consequently, several elders and immortals were already interested in taking him as a disciple.
The disciples below included both young and old. Those who could pass the trial were all quite good.
Now, the elders and immortals only needed to choose the candidates they wanted and collect their nameplates.
However, Huan Qing was used to being lazy. Having recently taken a cultivation partner, his heart had already flown away. He had no intention of taking another disciple and wanted to leave after just showing up to fill the numbers.
Seeing this, Feng Shi hurriedly stopped him:
“Master, do not be in such a hurry!”
Huan Qing’s little mustache twitched, his eyes curving as his aged face blossomed into a smile. He stopped in his tracks:
“Aiya, does my precious disciple still want to watch the excitement?”
Feng Shi: “…”
“I do not.”
“I simply want another little Shidi,” Feng Shi said bluntly, clasping his hands. After thinking for a moment, he made up a perfunctory excuse: “Now that Second Shidi and Third Shidi have grown up, they aren’t fun anymore.”
Xu Yan: “…” (╥﹏╥)
Qiu Changzhou, on the other hand, glared as he complained:
“Master! Shiniang!”
Hearing Feng Shi’s words, Huan Qing was momentarily stunned:
“This…”
Feng Shi narrowed his eyes:
“If Master does not want to, then forget it…”
The moment he finished speaking, the back of Huan Qing’s head was struck with a loud thwack.
Huan Qing didn’t even need to look back. He hurriedly changed his tune, waving his sleeve:
“Whichever one you want, Master will get him for you immediately!”
Feng Shi looked at the affectionate-looking Shiniang behind Huan Qing with a smile and bowed:
“Thank you, Master. What about Shiniang? Which one do you find pleasing to the eye?”
His Shiniang was named Bo Li, and she was also a rare and elegant beauty. Hearing this, she smiled:
“I think that one looks quite good.”
Feng Shi looked.
What a coincidence—it was none other than Shen Songhe.
Thus, he said:
“This disciple also thinks he is excellent.”
Huan Qing looked over and let out a hiss, muttering in a low voice:
“But right now, Old Fourth and the others are still arguing over this kid through voice transmissions…”
As he spoke, he received another slap to the back of his head. Daring not to speak further, he also ran off to transmit his voice to snatch the disciple.
Below, Shen Songhe waited and waited, but he didn’t see anyone come to claim him. His eyes grew dim.
He had only recently transformed and gained sapience. No matter how composed he appeared, he was still inexperienced in the ways of the world.
Seeing the people around him gradually disperse, Shen Songhe lowered his head, his eyes turning red. He thought to himself: If this family doesn’t take me, I can just find another. I just don’t want to be caught again and played with like a spiritual pet.
Thinking thus, he failed to notice someone flying down from the platform and walking toward him.
Until a faint shadow fell before his eyes.
Shen Songhe kept his head down. The first thing he saw was a snow-white, soft hem of a robe and a pair of brocade boots embroidered with light green auspicious clouds.
Realizing who was standing in front of him, little Shen Songhe subconsciously gripped the corner of his robe and slowly lifted his head.
Standing before him was indeed the beautiful Shixiong who had been managing the Grand Selection over the past two days…
As Feng Shi looked at the “little white ball of fluff” before him—as if molded from snow and clouds—his heart felt as if it were melting. He couldn’t help but let out the most gentle smile.
After a moment, he extended a pale, slender hand toward little Shen Songhe.
Shen Songhe glanced at the delicate hand but didn’t move. Only a faint, barely perceptible blush appeared on his little face.
Feng Shi saw right through him. Amidst his amusement, he felt a bit of heartache. He crouched down in front of him and asked softly:
“Is Shidi willing to go with Shixiong?”
Hearing this, Shen Songhe’s heart trembled violently. His thick black eyelashes blinked, and the corners of his eyes turned red.
Feng Shi’s heart softened further. He reached out and firmly took the other’s hand.
Shen Songhe turned his head away, revealing a small, clean ear that had turned bright red. He tried to pull his hand back.
Feng Shi immediately gripped it tighter.
He chuckled inwardly. He hadn’t expected that the Shen Songhe from before all those events would actually have such a side. It was truly… too cute.
Thinking of this, he increased the pressure in his hand, though his attitude remained unchanged. He raised his hand to pat the top of the little white puff’s head and said softly:
“Do not be afraid. Shall Shixiong lead you home? From now on, you will be my little Shidi.”
Shen Songhe blinked, Feng Shi’s image clearly reflected in the depths of his eyes.
This time, he stopped struggling and obediently let Feng Shi lead him. However, his gaze shifted back and forth to their joined hands.
Looking at his “little adult” act, if Feng Shi weren’t afraid of scaring him, he would have picked him up right then and there to give his cheeks a good nuzzle!
Meanwhile, the elders and immortals who were still arguing finally noticed that the prime seedling they wanted had already been taken away by Feng Shi. For a moment, they were dumbstruck, and they stopped their secret bickering.
A moment later, they switched to tearing into each other on the spot.
“You old Huan Qing! To snatch a disciple, you actually dared to instigate Xiao Yi!”
Huan Qing made a face:
“It’s all a misunderstanding! I didn’t even want this person!”
“Stop talking nonsense! You have the fewest disciples. There’s no way you wouldn’t snatch such a good seedling!”
As the group spoke, they were about to come to blows. Regardless, no one would blame Feng Shi.
Translator’s Note: “Shixiong” (师兄) means senior male fellow disciple. And poor Huan Qing getting hit by his wife! Bo Li is the MVP here for picking Shen Songhe. Seeing Feng Shi lead his future Master away by the hand is just too wholesome.
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