Chapter 128: Intoxicated
Three days later.
Feng Shi led twenty Foundation Establishment disciples down the mountain.
The spirit boat of the Chongshan Sect was incredibly luxurious. It was sky-blue in color, decorated with white cloud patterns that were highly distinctive, and it came equipped with protective restrictions and invisibility arrays.
Everyone on the boat was ecstatic to be traveling with Shen Songhe and Feng Shi; they hadn’t been quiet for a single moment since they gathered.
Feng Shi led the group onto the boat and specifically chose a “class monitor” to help manage things so he could have some peace.
In this group, Shen Songhe was the youngest. He had a face like a “pretty boy,” and even though he was cold as ice, he was exceptionally popular and couldn’t escape being surrounded by people. Feng Shi, having the authority of a Shixiong, wasn’t bothered much at all.
The secret realm they were heading to was only mid-sized and fell under the jurisdiction of the Yushui Immortal Sect; it opened every year.
Traveling from the Chongshan Sect to the Yushui Immortal Sect required at least two days by spirit boat.
Along the way, they encountered many other sects, both large and small.
Before even reaching the secret realm, these sects were already engaged in open and secret struggles. Either your boat rammed mine, or I tossed your disciples overboard.
Fortunately, Feng Shi kept a low profile. He had activated the invisibility array early on, allowing them to watch the drama in comfort.
On the final night, the group stopped in the capital city under the jurisdiction of the Yushui Immortal Sect.
Feng Shi had already contacted the people from the Yushui Immortal Sect via blue bird and obtained a map marked with the location of the secret realm. They only needed to head there tomorrow.
That evening, the group booked an entire inn.
The innkeeper was incredibly fawning as soon as he saw they were from the Chongshan Sect. The service was impeccable, and he even prepared hot water for everyone to bathe in.
Fine spiritual herbs had been added to the water, which could nourish the spiritual meridians.
Feng Shi didn’t lack points, let alone spirit stones. He generously rewarded the owner with double the price for the stay, making the man so happy he nearly keeled over.
That night, a group of young disciples were drinking and eating downstairs. Feng Shi, however, returned to his room early and soaked in the bathtub.
The hot water relieved his fatigue, and the spiritual energy circulating through his meridians was extremely comfortable. Feng Shi leaned against the edge of the tub, half-asleep.
He was nearly about to meet the God of Dreams when his door was suddenly pushed open.
Feng Shi’s eyes snapped open. The long sword placed nearby unsheathed with a clack and flew into his hand.
But a heartbeat later, he reacted. He had placed “no entry” talismans around his room. If anyone could enter without breaking them, it could only be his Xiao Shidi, who had been personally taught his talisman techniques.
Realizing the newcomer posed no danger, Feng Shi’s lips curled into a smirk. With a flick of his finger, the sword returned to its scabbard. He lay back into the tub and comfortably closed his eyes.
A faint sound of the door closing echoed behind him.
Shen Songhe walked in with slightly unsteady steps.
Feng Shi’s nose twitched as he caught the faint, sharp scent floating in the air. He knitted his brows. He’s been drinking?
He ground his teeth.
Who actually dared to give him alcohol?
Had he known, he would have brought the boy up earlier.
Feng Shi nearly couldn’t maintain his pretense, but Shen Songhe’s footsteps were clearly approaching, so he could only hold his thoughts in check.
Through a translucent screen, Feng Shi saw Shen Songhe stop, his head lowered as if he were struggling with something.
Feng Shi then took a glance below the water.
Mm, not bad. Everything that should be seen can be seen.
At this moment, Shen Songhe’s mind was spinning; he had completely lost the ability to think carefully.
This was the first time he had drunk alcohol; after only half a bottle, he was already dazed.
Using spiritual energy to suppress the drunkenness would only take a moment, but Shen Songhe didn’t do it.
Fifteen was the age when a youth’s thoughts were most dense. Although he couldn’t figure out exactly what he wanted, he still wanted to follow his heart.
After becoming drunk, Feng Shi’s face constantly appeared before his eyes.
Shixiong… it’s all Shixiong…
As Shen Songhe thought of this, he wandered in a daze to Feng Shi’s door.
There was a restriction on it, but it couldn’t stop him at all.
Shen Songhe broke those talismans in a few moves and slipped inside.
There was no one on the bed; only behind that screen did wisps of steam drift out.
Realizing his Shixiong was bathing, Shen Songhe’s already flushed cheeks became even hotter.
That heat was uncontrollable, even burning its way into the corners of his eyes.
His throat was parched. Shen Songhe instinctively swallowed, his eyes staring straight at the figure behind the screen. A “Shixiong” was caught in his throat, but he couldn’t call it out.
Suddenly, the person behind the screen moved.
The sound of water splashed.
The shadow lifted a slender arm, scooping up water to pour over his shoulder, then lightly wiped his long neck.
In Shen Songhe’s mind, Feng Shi’s figure appeared vividly.
That featureless black shadow in his eyes suddenly gained detail.
It turned into the color of fair jade, tinged with pink and red, as water droplets traced graceful curves…
Thinking of this, Shen Songhe suddenly felt a nameless fire surge downward, shocking him into a moment of clarity.
At this time, Feng Shi, inside the screen, also lost his patience. He spoke first. “You suddenly barge in, so why do you not speak?”
Shen Songhe was startled into full sobriety. He hurriedly circulated his spiritual energy to suppress the drunkenness, kneeling on the floor in a panic. “Shi—Shixiong, I had no intention of offending you!”
Feng Shi gave a tsk and directly reached out to knock over the screen separating the two of them.
What met his eyes was Shen Songhe’s flushed and shocked face.
It had to be said that this face was even more alluring when it was flushed.
Feng Shi thought that while the “old rogue” a hundred years later was one thing, he was certainly innocent now, making himself feel quite improper.
“Is there something you need?”
Shen Songhe was tense all over. “I…”
He didn’t understand why he had run here, either.
For the past few months, he had been very strange. He would think of his Shixiong from time to time, and he could clearly feel that this longing was different from before…
Translator’s Note:
Alcohol in xianxia/cultivation settings is often made with spiritual fruits, making it much more potent than mortal wine! Poor Shen Songhe is finding out the hard way that a little bit goes a long way when your heart is already in a state of turmoil. The “screen” (屏风 – Píngfēng) here is a traditional wooden room divider, often used for privacy while dressing or bathing.
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