Chapter 12: Look Very Much Like an Old Friend of Mine
“Tsk tsk~”
“You’re quite old, how can you say such vulgar words?” Feng Shi looked up and laughed, then sat cross-legged on the ground.
It was nice to have someone to joke with in this place.
The voice paused for a moment before speaking again: “You brat.”
As soon as the voice fell, a great array unfolded above Feng Shi’s head.
Array patterns rotated on the huge golden disk, white smoke billowing.
When the white smoke dissipated, an old man with completely white hair and beard walked out from it.
So this person was on the fourth layer before!
【Ding dong, System has detected a new character: Unlock New Character: Name: Xu Yan Identity: Punished Person in Demon Slaying Tower, Chongshan Sect Senior Level: Hua Shen (Deity Transformation) Early Stage Current Favorability: 100 Expand for more info…】
At this moment, looking at the level column in the status bar, huge waves surged in Feng Shi’s heart.
A mysterious powerhouse who wasn’t a main character!
And the initial favorability was so high; this was simply a leek delivering itself to the door!
“Is he a good person?” Feng Shi asked the System.
【Sort of. Anyway, the other party won’t harm you, Host. Don’t worry~】
Hearing this, Feng Shi immediately stood up and bowed obediently: “Senior.”
“Yo, now you know to call me Senior?” The old man stroked his beard, looking at Feng Shi with feigned seriousness.
Feng Shi smiled: “Just a joke earlier.”
The old man didn’t fuss anymore. He found a piece of dry grass at random and lay on his side, looking at Feng Shi with a profoundly mysterious expression, asking: “Do you know why I came to find you?”
Through the System, Feng Shi could already confirm that this person was also being punished, so he answered honestly: “Because you were too lonely and wanted to find someone to keep you company, and I will be staying here for half a year in the future.”
The old man’s hand holding the wine pot shook, nearly spilling wine all over his face.
He looked at Feng Shi, his expression becoming a bit strange.
“What you said isn’t wrong at all.”
“But it’s not the main reason.” The old man scrutinized his face: “The reason I sought you out is because of your appearance.”
After listening, Feng Shi tilted his head slightly in confusion, three question marks popping up above his head.
“Cough, let’s put it this way. Because you look very much like an old friend of mine.” The old man said seriously, not seeming to be perfunctory. Then, as if thinking of something, his tone turned cold: “Not Shen Songhe.”
“…”
Feng Shi was numb.
What?
Did he actually have a common face?
If not looking like this one, then looking like that one…
“Qingqing, come out and explain this to me?”
Qingqing appeared quickly, winking at him: 【It’s true, Host Big Shot. However, the content involves the main plot. For the sake of the Host’s life experience, Qingqing has no comment for now. Please continue to enjoy the puzzle-solving life~】
Feng Shi: Enjoy your ghost!
“But no matter how similar, I understand that you are not him.” The old man’s voice was full of regret, looking trance-like as if falling into a brief memory.
Feng Shi: “…”
At this time, it was best for him not to speak.
“Forget it, it’s all in the past.” The old man closed his eyes: “Soul refining will start in half a quarter of an hour; you prepare yourself first.”
Coming just to say a few sentences—Feng Shi couldn’t figure out what the other party meant, but he didn’t ask further and nodded.
He couldn’t leave this floating island either, so he could only find a place not too far or too close to the old man to sit down, waiting for the soul refining to begin.
Half a quarter of an hour later, a golden pillar of light fell from the deep inky sky, landing accurately on Feng Shi and the old man.
Feng Shi hurriedly adjusted his breathing and closed his eyes.
At first, it was okay.
However, a moment later, Feng Shi clearly felt his spiritual sea being forcibly opened by the golden light.
The golden light flooded in aggressively, carrying the force of destroying the dead and rotting.
Under the immense pressure, Feng Shi’s divine soul was pulled and crushed bit by bit.
Under the severe pain, Feng Shi’s composure ceased to exist. Pain surpassing the physical body was an experience he couldn’t endure.
He wanted to struggle frantically but was shackled by the golden light, unable to move, unable even to scream to vent.
In just the span of a few breaths, Feng Shi’s consciousness blurred. That feeling of the soul being torn seemed to be carved into his limbs and bones, grinding his consciousness.
On the other side, Xu Yan, sitting calmly in the pillar of light, opened his eyes. Looking at Feng Shi on the other side bleeding from his seven orifices, eyes tightly closed, having already died once, he sneered: “Tsk tsk, can’t hold on so quickly.”
“Kid, you have to know, you still have to stay here for half a year. Having only gone through the first two layers once, without cultivating your body and endurance to the limit, you came to the third layer. The pain can be imagined.” The old man tilted his head to drink two mouthfuls of wine. Although also inside the pillar of light, his state was starkly different from Feng Shi’s.
Feng Shi, who had just respawned and sobered up a bit, smiled bitterly: Indeed a punishment; this is too painful!
Normally, someone like him using an unqualified physical body to refine the divine soul would have exploded and died long ago, yet he had to repeat this process for half a year!
And in just this moment, Feng Shi tragically died once again.
“Tsk tsk tsk, so miserable!” The old man laughed.
Feng Shi found time to spit in his heart: Damn old man! Only knows how to tsk tsk tsk and make sarcastic remarks!
Forget about cultivating oneself in this environment; Feng Shi felt that if he stayed one more day, he would go crazy!
“Aiya, if you had a mental cultivation method at this moment, maybe you could still walk out in one piece after half a year.” The old man withdrew the wine pot from his lips, wiping his mouth with his sleeve uninhibitedly.
This time, it took a long while before Feng Shi spoke: “Then Senior… is, is going to teach me a mental… method?”
Xu Yan’s movement to get up paused for a moment, stumbling again, his mouth wondering: “Hey? You little fellow, how come you always guess so accurately?”
Feng Shi forced the corners of his mouth to twitch, answering silently in his heart: That’s right, all taught by novels.
Xu Yan smiled and approached Feng Shi. Subsequently, he drew in mid-air with the hand holding the wine pot, and golden talismans appeared out of thin air in front of Feng Shi.
【Congratulations Host, detected new mental cultivation method: <Drunken Dream>, Level: Elementary. Do you want to receive and start cultivating?】
Feng Shi: “Yes yes yes!”
This was a cheat that came for free!
Although Drunken Dream was only an elementary mental cultivation method with little content, compared to the introductory mental cultivation method Feng Shi learned uniformly in the sect, it was much more profound.
Feng Shi guided the mental cultivation method into his spiritual sea and focused on comprehending it.
After about a day, the endurance of Feng Shi’s divine soul had improved a lot.
After another few days, he had gone from hanging up hundreds of times a day to hanging up dozens of times a day.
“Not bad, not bad. You kid still have some talent. Lay a good foundation now, and you will definitely become something in the future!” Xu Yan had completely moved to Feng Shi’s side, and the light pillar chased him, but this didn’t hinder the other party from drinking and sleeping in at all.
That was true; a Hua Shen stage cultivator probably had nothing to fear in the entire Demon Slaying Tower.
Thinking of this, Feng Shi couldn’t help but be curious: Since the other party was so strong that the Demon Slaying Tower couldn’t bind him at all, why was he still reluctant to leave?
Thinking this, Feng Shi asked.
Xu Yan listened and fell silent for a long time.
Just when Feng Shi thought he wouldn’t answer, the other party actually spoke.
He looked at Feng Shi and sighed deeply: “It’s all karma…”
Looking up and chugging a few more mouthfuls of wine, Xu Yan said: “I don’t want to go out myself. Isn’t it nice staying in this Demon Slaying Tower? It’s too noisy outside, not suitable for an old man like me.”
Feng Shi gave an “oh”. This answer was very pertinent.
“You’re not asking anymore?” When Feng Shi didn’t ask, Xu Yan couldn’t sit still.
Feng Shi wanted to laugh: “Didn’t you just say it? I believe you.” If it was the other party’s sore spot, why get to the bottom of it and tear it open.
Xu Yan’s face stiffened, flinging his sleeve: “Fine!” Then, as if in a fit of pique, he turned his back to Feng Shi and lay down.
Feng Shi smiled helplessly and focused on cultivating.
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