Chapter 40: He-Hehuan Sect?
Don’t know why, but Feng Shi suddenly had a premonition in his heart and asked tentatively: “No way… it couldn’t be that… Immortal Lord Yiliu, right?”
Hearing this name, Xu Yan’s face instantly changed. It was very obvious.
Feng Shi’s heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously reached out to touch his face, thousands of thoughts racing in his mind.
Sht… looks like I can’t escape it…*
Judging by Xu Yan’s reaction, the old friend he mentioned should be Immortal Lord Yiliu.
And he, Feng Shi, was now not only Shen Songhe’s substitute but also the substitute for this unmet Immortal Lord Yiliu.
Xu Yan’s emotions didn’t show too much and were quickly put away. He looked no different from usual, tilting his head back to drink.
“That’s right, Liu Yiliu was indeed a rare genius… I… have never seen anyone like him…”
Liu Yiliu? Yiliu.
Immortal Lord Yiliu?
Feng Shi thought this title was truly casual enough. And he actually heard things about this person twice today; he didn’t know if it was a coincidence or what.
There was no such character in the original work. After all, it was a fragmented world for “stewing meat” (erotica); the worldview was incomplete, and many plots had loopholes. This should be the result of the System patching up bugs.
“Then Teacher, can you tell me about him? I don’t know much.”
Hearing this, Xu Yan suddenly turned his head, staring at Feng Shi.
His gaze was fixed, making even Feng Shi, with his thick skin, feel uncomfortable.
He knew the other party should be thinking of another person through him, but verbally he pretended not to understand and asked: “What’s wrong, Teacher?”
Xu Yan’s eyelids trembled. Interrupted from his fantasy, the bottom of his eyes was heavy, emotions unclear.
He waved his hand, seemingly unwilling to say more, but finally opened his mouth.
“He looks very much like you,” Xu Yan said.
This single sentence seemed to open his chatterbox.
The next sentence, Feng Shi felt he spoke with some difficulty, pain flowing in his words.
Xu Yan said: “He was my Senior Brother.”
“…”
Feng Shi was shocked.
He had imagined some possibilities, but obviously didn’t guess correctly.
However, Feng Shi thought this was enough for one to digest, but he didn’t expect Xu Yan’s next words to make him exclaim directly.
Seeing Feng Shi’s reaction, Xu Yan’s tone became a bit unpleasant, containing some complaining implications, his gaze sharp: “Did your good Master not tell you?”
Feng Shi shook his head.
Even if Shen Songhe really said it, he said it to the original host. It had nothing to do with him, Feng Shi.
Xu Yan slammed the wine pot in his hand heavily onto the ground. Some wine spilled out because of the force: “Hmph! Heartless thing! In vain did Senior Brother favor him so much back then! Afraid he has already forgotten, right?!”
“Ah?” Feng Shi was so shocked his mouth opened slightly. His thoughts spun, and he blurted out: “So… the three of you were actually martial brothers?”
Xu Yan hmphed again, turning his head, considering it a tacit admission.
This dog blood (melodrama)!
Cold dog blood patted messily on the face!
Feng Shi couldn’t help but let out a low “Holy crap”. After a while, he calmed down and said: “So that’s how it is…”
After getting angry, Xu Yan sighed and continued: “Back then, Senior Brother was at the peak of Golden Core at only nineteen. Who in this cultivation world could compare to him? Even that Shen Songhe was inferior to him by a notch, wasn’t he?”
Seeing him getting more agitated as he spoke, Feng Shi hurriedly comforted: “Yes, yes, yes.”
“But…” Next, seemingly thinking of something, the corners of Xu Yan’s wrinkled eyes turned red. His lips moved, seemingly wanting to say something, but choked with sobs and couldn’t speak.
Feng Shi had long guessed that this Lord Yiliu had passed away, and now it seemed the manner of his departure wasn’t good, thus becoming a regret in many people’s hearts.
He didn’t pursue the question, playing dumb.
Xu Yan remained trapped in his emotions, muttering two sentences: “I am atoning for my sins, I am willing to be punished…”
Seeing Xu Yan like this, Feng Shi also felt a bit bad in his heart.
He thought, perhaps Lord Yiliu’s death had something to do with Xu Yan, which was why he stayed in this Demon Slaying Tower day after day, year after year, unwilling to go out.
And Shen Songhe, changing from a high-spirited, flamboyant youth to this current appearance of coldness that kept people a thousand miles away, was perhaps not solely because of the loss of his Golden Core.
【Lord Yiliu is the regret in the hearts of Shen Songhe, Xu Yan, and even the entire cultivation world.】
Qingqing appeared at this moment as if it could read minds, stamping a seal on Feng Shi’s thoughts.
Although Feng Shi hadn’t seen, or even heard of Lord Yiliu, just from the few words of Xu Yan and Zhou Ying today, he could imagine what a brilliant and stunning person that was.
It was indeed a pity for such a person to fall young.
If Liu Yiliu were still alive, what would he be like now?
If he were still alive, Shen Songhe might not be the Shen Songhe of today, and Xu Yan wouldn’t be the Xu Yan of today.
Feng Shi lamented. Only when Xu Yan walked out of the distant memories did he show him the things he had taken out.
“Teacher, look, I brought you Huadiao wine from outside. Taste it.”
Xu Yan was stunned. Looking at Feng Shi’s face, which resembled Liu Yiliu more and more, he remembered some distant memories again.
“You have heart.” Xu Yan smiled, taking the wine over. He played with it and looked at it for a long time, seeming to secretly turn his back to wipe away tears.
Feng Shi sighed and changed the topic: “Teacher, remember the backlash in my body?”
Xu Yan was indeed distracted by him, looking at him with a solemn face: “What? Your backlash hasn’t been resolved?”
Feng Shi shook his head: “Those few times you helped me didn’t eradicate it. The magic art I practiced before should be guidable by outsiders.”
Next, he simply told the general story, including the cause and effect.
After listening, Xu Yan made no comment on his practicing demonic arts or admiring Shen Songhe, but asked: “You mean, your recent backlash was controlled by that Demon Lord?”
“Correct. Does Teacher have any solution?”
Xu Yan frowned: “A bit troublesome.”
Feng Shi expected this result.
Pei Qi’s strength was unfathomable, likely well above Spirit Transformation. Even Xu Yan had no way.
“It’s okay Teacher, I’ll think of another way. He shouldn’t act against me too soon.” Feng Shi smiled.
It was just that the matter of him packing Shen Songhe up and sending him to the Demon Palace was a bit tricky…
“No,” Xu Yan said firmly: “This is a hidden danger after all. Resolve it as soon as possible.”
“How about this. After you go out from here this time, go find a person. He should be able to help you.”
Hearing this, Feng Shi’s eyes lit up slightly, and he sat up straight: “Who?”
Xu Yan fished out a jet-black throwing knife from his sleeve and placed it in Feng Shi’s hand: “An old friend.”
“Hehuan Sect (Acacia Sect), go find Zhao Xianyun. Just say you are Shen Songhe’s and my disciple; he will help you.”
“He-Hehuan Sect?!” Feng Shi almost bit his tongue.
Th-this is the Hehuan Sect he understood, right?
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😭ty for the chapters, keep it up.