Chapter 41: Shizun Called Me Home for Dinner
Leaving the Demon Slaying Tower was a matter of half a month later.
Feng Shi encountered a bottleneck in his breakthrough, and Xu Yan guided him from the side.
Although Feng Shi, as a tool man, had poor luck, his cultivation talent was actually quite good, which was why his progress was better than others before.
Half a month wasn’t enough for him to break through, but his skill and power had indeed become much more solid.
If not for worrying about the two-month agreement with Pei Qi, Feng Shi would have wanted to cultivate in here until the end of time, and then conveniently charge up to the ninth layer.
Before leaving, Xu Yan wanted to stuff him with cultivation method manuals again, but Feng Shi refused.
He laughed from the bottom of his heart, yet was moved: “What are you doing, Teacher? It’s not like we won’t meet in the future. Why give so much every time? Besides, I can’t use these at Foundation Establishment.”
Hearing this, Xu Yan blew his beard and stared anxiously: “Pah pah pah, I’m still waiting for you to bring me new wine. Speaking such ominous words.”
While speaking, he kicked over the pile of manuals stacked on the ground, felt around in his sleeve again, and took out something else.
Feng Shi took a look.
Amazing. A pile of magical artifacts and treasuresâoffensive, defensive, high-level, mid-levelâeverything was complete, a dazzling array that made him click his tongue in wonder.
“You can’t use those right now, but you shouldn’t dislike having too many of these, right?” Xu Yan was incredibly generous to him, throwing things over without blinking an eye.
Feng Shi caught them in a flurry. Before he could speak, he heard him continue: “These things were all scavenged by me in my early years. I have no use for them now. Leaving them here unused is a waste. If you don’t want them, just throw them away.”
Thus, words like “embarrassed to take” stuck in Feng Shi’s mouth.
Came for a visit, took away a pocket full of magical artifacts.
Even Qingqing couldn’t help teasing him: ăYing ying ying, Host Big Shot is truly blessed~ Qingqing is so envious~ă
Feng Shi raised the tail of his eye, footsteps not stopping, leaving the Demon Slaying Tower toward Yihe Peak: “Clip Voice System +2”
Clip Voice System Qingqing: ă…ă
Chongshan Sect was not small, and sword flying was forbidden. Plus, Yihe Peak was very remote, so it took Feng Shi quite some time to return from the Demon Slaying Tower.
Passing by the Main Peak on the way, seeing the crowds bustling above, palace buildings scattered in orderly fashion, layers rising upward, colorful flags fluttering, and flying birds circlingâit looked just like a prosperous heavenly palace.
Feng Shi hadn’t been to the Main Peak and was genuinely curious about this scene, so he couldn’t help turning his steps, crossing a hundred-meter-long chain bridge, and going up to the Main Peak.
On the Main Peak, disciples gathered in clouds, walking in twos and threes, some holding books in their arms, chatting and laughing as they left.
Besides these disciples with schoolwork, more were engaged in transactions between different peaks.
Feng Shi saw the books and remembered he said he wanted to understand the history of the cultivation world, so he turned and grabbed a disciple to ask for the location of the Library Pavilion.
After copying a few books from the Library Pavilion, Feng Shi wandered around the Main Peak for a while, bought and sold some trinkets, and made a small profit in spirit stones.
During this period, no one recognized him.
Until Feng Shi met a group of disciples from Duanqi Peak (Forging Peak).
“Yo, isn’t this Little Junior Brother Feng Shi? What? Finally dare to come out?”
The square-faced prickly-head who spoke was exactly the disciple who had a bit of friction with Feng Shi in the Demon Slaying TowerâWang Xin.
In the Demon Slaying Tower, matters of fair competition were tacitly ignored by everyone. Who knew this guy had a personality that sought revenge for the smallest grievance, chasing him outside to curse.
Seeing there were many people here, Feng Shi didn’t want to conflict with him head-on, so he smiled and played it off: “Senior Brother Wang, what a coincidence.”
Wang Xin sneered, exchanged glances with the few burly men behind him, and the expression on his face became sinister: “Who the f*ck is coincident with you? Your daddy came today specifically to fix you!”
Looked like talking wouldn’t work.
Feng Shi’s brow twitched. He made a rough assessment; the opponent had about five people, and each had such a large physique.
If a fight really broke out, whether he had the upper hand wasn’t important. What was important was his reputation! His favorability points!
With such a big commotion, many people were attracted. Originally intending to mediate, upon hearing that one of them was Feng Shi, whose reputation had been very poor in the past two years, they had thoughts of watching the excitement and stood by watching.
Thinking of favorability points, Feng Shi decisively chose to grease the soles of his feet. He couldn’t fly on a sword, but his movement technique was good enough. Before anyone could react, he had already run to the cable bridge extremely far from the scene.
Feng Shi stood still on the bridge, asking for forgiveness from Wang Xin from a distance: “Senior Brother Wang, just now Shizun called me home for dinner. Whatever it is, let’s meet again!”
After speaking, he lifted his robe and sprinted away.
As soon as Feng Shi’s voice fell, a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd. Some laughed at his cowardice, some couldn’t help laughing, and others laughed at Wang Xinâlaughing that his body was too clumsy to catch up with Feng Shi, who was like a mouse.
Returning to Yihe Peak, Feng Shi didn’t know he had gained a series of new titles in the Chongshan Sect: “Cowardly Straw Bag”, “Earth-Burrowing Rat”, “Disciple with the Worst Mind and Aptitude”, etc.
But no matter what they called him, Feng Shi only had favorability points in his eyes.
His operation just now lowered Wang Xin’s favorability a lot, but the passerby favorability miraculously earned back the capital. In short, no loss.
Encountering such a situation, the System also suggested he avoid the sharp edge for now.
Feng Shi had no psychological burden at all. Playing the pig to eat the tigerâhe enjoyed it.
Arriving at Yihe Peak, Feng Shi smelled a strange scent from afar.
He felt this scent was familiar but couldn’t recall it for a moment.
It wasn’t until he got closer and saw a tall red flower climbing on the window that Feng Shi finally realized what this smell was.
“Bad!” Feng Shi slapped his thigh, his face changing drastically, and rushed into the house in panic.
Half a month ago, he instructed the little white dumpling to stay in the room and not run around, saying he would be back in two days. He hadn’t expected to be gone for half a month.
And during this half month, the spiritual herbs he planted in the yard all grew wildly. Things that were small seedlings half a month ago, some were now taller than Feng Shi.
This red flower climbing in front of his window was even more fatal!
Feng Shi pushed open the door, and a rich floral fragrance rushed to his face.
He held his breath, sweat breaking out on his forehead from anxiety, and went straight to the small bed by the window.
The bedding on the small bed was tidy but covered with a thin layer of dust. It looked like no one had lived there for a while.
Feng Shi breathed a sigh of relief. His first reaction was good thing he’s not here, and his second reaction was where did he go?
Then his heart lifted again.
This flower was called “Twin Red” (Bingdi Hong). It was an aphrodisiac herb, but not for humans, solely for spirit beasts. Just now when he returned, he didn’t see the few guarding spirit beasts in the yard. Presumably, they were all affected by this spirit herb’s pollen and ran off to mate.
Feng Shi raised his hand to pinch his glabella. First, he quickly disposed of this Twin Red, then turned and went all the way up to Shen Songhe’s residence.
He looked as he walked, praying in his heart that the little white dumpling had just returned to Shen Songhe’s place, rather than having a beastly outburst.
Arriving at the place, Feng Shi pushed open the courtyard gate breathlessly. Yanluo came up to him but was pushed aside by him as he went straight to the bedroom.
However, entering the door, the imagined scene was nowhere to be found.
There was indeed someone in the room, but this person wasn’t his white dumpling, but…
Shen! Song! He!
Feng Shi’s breath hitched. Before the person could react, his knees had muscle memory and went soft first.
With a thud, Feng Shi heard himself kneeling on the ground very spinelessly.
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