Chapter 127: Help Me Fetch Something
Smoke-like dust swirled above the combat stage.
The spiritual energy had pierced through the demonic cultivator’s body and into the ground, triggering a surging aftershock. Amidst the haze, a snow-white figure descended from the heavens, shattering the barrier surrounding the stage and flying straight inside.
Upon landing, the dust suddenly dispersed in all directions, centered around this newcomer.
The spectators covered their faces with their sleeves, coughing repeatedly. Once they caught sight of the person on the stage, a chorus of gasps erupted.
“This… this is… Shixiong Liu Yi!”
“Shixiong Liu is actually here! Why didn’t we see him earlier?”
“Shixiong Liu!”
Feng Shi stood in the center of the stage, gripping his sword with an air of cold, domineering arrogance.
Before him, the demonic cultivator’s energy had been shattered by the blow. He clutched his chest and sprawled on the ground, vomiting black blood.
“Bold member of the Demonic Race! Not only did you dare to infiltrate my Chongshan Sect, but you actually attempted to harm my Shidi! Today, I shall show you no mercy!” Feng Shi recited the standard lines. As the words fell, he swung the long sword in his hand, sending a white blade of light slicing out toward the demonic cultivator.
The demonic cultivator still had some strength left. He rolled across the ground, narrowly avoiding the strike. Simultaneously, he threw out a hidden weapon, aiming straight for Shen Songhe behind Feng Shi.
He actually intended to strike back even on the verge of death.
Feng Shi, naturally, would not let him succeed. With a flash, he blocked the path in front of Shen Songhe. His two fingers easily caught the flying hidden weapon; he enveloped it with spiritual energy and casually crushed it into fine powder.
This demonic cultivator’s strike indeed had some skill, but he didn’t know that there was a thing called the Protagonist Halo.
Feng Shi held his sword-fingers before his brow. His long sword left his hand, hovering in the air for two rotations before flying toward the demonic cultivator of its own accord. The sword moved with his mind; in just two breaths, the demonic cultivator’s limbs were entirely severed, leaving him with only a shred of his life.
For a peak Golden Core cultivator, killing a minor demonic cultivator was as easy as turning over a hand. However, by leaving him alive, there was a chance they could root out more accomplices.
Feng Shi sheathed his sword and tossed out two talismans. The talismans burned and transformed into golden ropes, bundling the dying demonic cultivator and tossing him off the stage. Finally, he spoke to the dazed enforcement disciples. “I must trouble you Shidi to deliver this person to the Hall of Enforcement for the Elders to handle.”
“Uh…” Everyone finally snapped out of it, followed by an explosion of cheers.
“Shixiong Liu is the best!”
“Shixiong Liu is too powerful!”
Feng Shi calmly dusted off his sleeves, remaining oblivious to the discussions below.
When he was Feng Shi, he was cursed at like a madman; as Liu Yi, he was praised like a god. He had long since learned to remain indifferent to both praise and blame.
“How are you? Has the demonic energy been cleared yet?”
Feng Shi turned around and looked at Shen Songhe, who was standing obediently behind him. He lightly poked the wound on the boy’s shoulder with his finger.
The demonic cultivator had clawed him there; the demonic energy was likely to spread inside.
Shen Songhe clutched the wound with his other hand. His face was pale as he shook his head and whispered, “I… I haven’t had time yet…”
Feng Shi knitted his brows, staring at Shen Songhe’s slightly lowered eyes.
With such a small amount of demonic energy, he should have been able to clear it on the spot with his Foundation Establishment strength…
Little brat. With your shallow level of skill, you still want to play games with me?
Whatever…
“Let’s head back first. Shixiong will help heal you.” Feng Shi reached out and stroked the boy’s head before turning to give instructions to the person in charge of the trial.
Originally, Shen Songhe would have earned a spot by winning this match. Now that this demonic cultivator business had happened, it could be counted as a technical win.
After taking the token for passing the trial, Feng Shi led Shen Songhe away.
His long sword enlarged, and Feng Shi was the first to jump on. When he reached out to pull Shen Songhe up, the boy simply tumbled into his arms.
Feng Shi’s expression tightened, and he immediately sent his spiritual energy into the boy’s body to check.
Aside from a bit of turbid demonic energy, there was nothing seriously wrong.
He’s faking it again.
Feng Shi held him, unable to resist raising an eyebrow. He really wanted to ask: What’s the matter? You injured your arm, and suddenly your legs won’t move either?
Though he understood the situation, Feng Shi only smiled and didn’t expose him. Instead, he leaned down as if to pick the boy up in a bridal carry. “It’s all right. Shixiong will help you.”
Shen Songhe realized his intention and hurriedly stood up straight. “There’s no need, Shixiong!”
“Sor—Sorry…” He pushed Feng Shi’s shoulders away with both hands, his face flushing with sheepishness as he finally met Feng Shi’s eyes.
Feng Shi let out a small smirk of success and stopped teasing him. With a gentle pull of his hand on the boy’s waist, he brought him into his embrace.
Spiritual energy enveloped the blade, emitting a dazzling light before transforming into a streak of white light that vanished from Banyue Peak.
Now that the two most famous figures of the new generation were gone, the spectators watched for a moment before sighing and dispersing.
“Wuwuwu, Shixiong Liu dotes on Shidi Shen way too much! The rumors in the sect really are true!”
“Isn’t it? He has three Shidi, yet he only dotes on this one.”
“No wonder the storybooks about the two of them are the most common in the sect!” The female cultivator who spoke covered her mouth and giggled.
“In my eyes, Shidi Shen is so delicate and soft; he must be very lovely when he’s on the ‘bottom’! Can Shixiong Liu handle it?” another female cultivator added with an even more unsettling laugh.
“No, no, no. If you ask me, in a few years, Shixiong Liu might not be the one on the ‘top’ anymore…”
“…”
At this moment, having returned to Songtao Peak, Feng Shi couldn’t hear how these people were gossiping about him. He focused entirely on drawing the demonic energy out of Shen Songhe’s body.
It should have been relatively easy to clear, but because they’d delayed a bit, it took extra time.
“All right. Take your medicinal pills and rest well. I still have to go to Second Senior Uncle’s place.” Feng Shi stood up and handed several bottles of pills to Shen Songhe. Only after watching him take them did he feel at ease enough to leave.
He flew on his sword straight to the summit of Banyue Peak.
Feng Shi had originally intended to come here to fetch something from Zhu Chen, but after what had happened, he had nearly forgotten.
“Second Senior Uncle.”
When he arrived at Zhu Chen’s residence, the man was feeding several beautiful orioles.
“You’ve come.”
Seeing it was Feng Shi, Zhu Chen gave a slight smile and put down the bird feed.
“In two days, you’ll be heading down the mountain. As your Senior Uncle, I must offer a bit of care.”
“I have faith in your abilities, Nephew Liu. However, secret realms are dangerous, and with the Demonic Race causing trouble, one must be extra vigilant to ensure absolute safety.”
Zhu Chen appeared handsome and refined; his speech was gentle and kind, making it very easy for people to like him. In reality, however, he was clever, resourceful, and decisive. His eyes were slightly curved, giving him an air of being unfathomable.
“Your Shizun entrusted me with looking after the four of you brothers before he left. For this trip down the mountain, I must naturally show a small gesture of support.”
“Take these spirit beasts for your use. In a moment of crisis, you can bring them out to block an attack.” As he spoke, he gave a light wave of his hand, and several thumb-sized beads appeared out of thin air before Feng Shi.
Looking closely into the beads, one could vaguely see the shapes of the spirit beasts inside.
“Many thanks, Second Senior Uncle.” Feng Shi gave a respectful bow before tucking the spirit beast beads into his pouch.
But if Zhu Chen had specifically called him here, how could it be for something as simple as a few spirit beasts?
Sure enough, as soon as he had taken the items, Zhu Chen leaned in.
He flicked from five paces away to right before his eyes, leaning in extremely close.
Feng Shi was startled and instinctively leaned back to create some distance. His lip twitched. “Se—Second Senior Uncle, is there anything else…?”
As expected, all the talk and the spirit beasts were just formalities. The real topic was coming next!
Zhu Chen smiled with narrowed eyes and lightly took hold of Feng Shi’s hand, his attitude becoming very intimate. “Nephew Liu… it isn’t actually anything major.”
Feng Shi’s eyes widened in horror, and he tremblingly snatched his hand back. “Eek~”
“Second Senior Uncle, can you please be normal…” He clutched his chest and backed away a few steps, letting out a dry laugh. “If there’s something, just say it. Say it, please don’t hesitate…”
Hearing this, Zhu Chen finally stood up straight and turned serious.
“I simply want to trouble you, Nephew Liu. After your training mission, please head to Qianqiu City to fetch something for me…”
Feng Shi was stunned.
Qianqiu City?
If he remembered correctly, wasn’t that… Zhao Xianyun’s territory?
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