Chapter 50: The Fighter Jet of Aphrodisiacs
With the breeze that occasionally blew over the underground river, large patches of Trailing Gold Moss on the bank swayed slightly, each leaf like a firefly.
Feng Shi was hidden behind a hill, eyes closed and brows furrowed, calmly feeling the flow of spiritual energy within his body.
The old dragon’s cries grew louder and louder, shaking him until fine threads of blood flowed from his ears and nose.
The surrounding Trailing Gold Moss swayed even more violently. If one looked closely, small golden snakes about a finger’s length were swiftly shuttling through the roots of the grass, which emitted a faint golden light.
These small golden snakes were golden all over, with only a spot of bright red on their crests. Their bodies were extremely small and hidden within the vast golden Trailing Gold Moss, making them extremely difficult to detect.
Feng Shi’s five senses were dulled by the dragon roars, so he naturally didn’t notice this movement.
At the same time, the sound of the dragon roar had already passed through the narrow abyss fissure, clearly transmitting to the canyon above.
The disciples participating in the test only felt the ground trembling beneath their feet. The yellow sand flowed chaotically, and sounds like drumbeats came from underground. Everyone looked around in confusion.
Shen Songhe and the two burly men guarding the abyss fissure were the closest, so they heard it most clearly.
The moment the sound came up, the faces of the two burly men changed drastically. Silently chanting “This is bad,” they craned their necks together to look down.
But inside that fissure, apart from bottomless darkness, nothing could be seen, let alone Feng Shi’s shadow.
Shen Songhe also sensed something was wrong immediately. He stepped forward and grabbed one of the burly men, asking in a cold voice, “What is hidden down there?”
Although the burly man who was grabbed didn’t want to admit it, he was surprised that he was actually intimidated for a moment by a child’s aura. He blurted out, “Rumor has it… a giant dragon is locked down there. It has been sleeping for hundreds of years, but…”
Shen Songhe had no mind to finish listening to this. His face was as cold as frost, and his heart clenched inexplicably in waves.
He took a step back, his hands shifting to form a seal, closing his eyes to silently chant a mantra.
A bright red flying crane mark appeared between the child’s snow-white brows. White feathers scattered, wrapping around his body. Soon, a loud crane cry pierced the sky.
Shen Songhe transformed into his original form, rose into the air, and then plummeted rapidly, entering the abyss.
The two burly men looked at each other again, their faces ugly. After hesitating for a moment, they finally sent a Thousand-Mile Sound Transmission to Zhao Xianyun, then turned and went down into the abyss as well.
On the other side, Zhao Xianyun soon received the transmission.
Not long ago, he had seen the uncharacteristic behavior of the disciples in the canyon. Now that he received the transmission and understood the reason, his expression also turned ugly. He quickly called a halt to the test and rushed toward the abyss fissure with enough manpower.
Although the old dragon down there had been imprisoned for a thousand years and was bound by chains, if they really confronted it, all of them added together probably wouldn’t gain the upper hand.
Could that kid Feng Shi still be alive?
The more Zhao Xianyun thought about it, the tighter his heart felt. At the same time, he cursed himself under his breath: Why did I forget to warn him not to go to that place?
At the bottom of the abyss.
Feng Shi, racing against time, had no idea he had caused such a huge misunderstanding and was still breathing and regulating his Qi seriously.
This abyss was too deep. Without enough strength to support him, he would definitely fall halfway.
Around him, large swathes of small golden snakes swam in panic. Startled by the dragon roars, they lost their bearings, crashing around like headless flies.
Feng Shi had a barrier set up around his body, so he remained unaware.
Meanwhile, Shen Songhe was heading all the way down.
Spirit beasts had excellent vision; the darkness in this abyss didn’t affect his sight at all.
After a long descent, he finally saw strands of light drifting up from below.
Shen Songhe narrowed his eyes and slowed his movements. Looking over, he didn’t see any old dragon.
And listening to the direction the dragon roar came from, it indeed wasn’t here.
Shen Songhe landed on a clean rock by the riverbank, transformed into human form, and tried to transmit a message to Feng Shi using the sect token, but received no response.
Not far away, Feng Shi had his back to him, perfectly hidden behind the hill.
【Host, Host! The Protagonist suddenly appeared nearby! Wake up! Wake up!】 Qingqing flew around Feng Shi, reaching out to knock on his forehead.
Feng Shi opened his eyes, confused. “Why would Shen Songhe appear here? You made a mistake, right?”
As he spoke, he stood up slightly, turned his head to look around, and then saw a familiar small figure not far away.
Holy crap!
Feng Shi stood up with a jumping heart and looked closely.
No mistake, it was indeed the Little White Dumpling who should have stayed up above!
“Damn it, who brought him down?” Feng Shi waved his hand to disperse the barrier condensed around him. With a bit of anger on his face, he shouted at that back, “Xiao Bai!”
Shen Songhe, who was preparing to go check the place where the dragon roar came from, turned around at the sound.
Then he saw Feng Shi waving at him, completely unharmed.
Feng Shi lifted his foot to walk over there, his mouth still saying, “Who told you to come down? Do you know it’s danger—!”
Before he could finish speaking, his foot slipped, and he fell hard in a “dog gnawing mud” faceplant.
Immediately, wails akin to ghosts crying and wolves howling came from beneath him.
The hairs on Feng Shi’s body stood on end. Laying on the ground with his face turned sideways, he opened his eyes and met the gaze of a golden snake flickering its red tongue.
“Holy crap!” Feng Shi sat up stiffly and rapidly, standing up as fast as he could.
But he seemed to be a step too late.
The snake was very fast. Feng Shi raised his hand and, suppressing his disgust, pulled off the snake hanging on it.
On the web of his thumb and forefinger, there were clearly two small bloody holes.
But this world was the cultivation world; if there was no antivenom, there was spiritual power.
Feng Shi instructed the Little White Dumpling not to run around, then set up the barrier again and half-sat down, preparing to circulate the spiritual energy in his body to force out the poison.
Shen Songhe looked at the strangely familiar small snake on the ground, his pupils contracting slightly. He raised a hand: “Don’t!”
Qingqing synchronized with him: 【Don’t do it, Host!】
While circulating his spiritual power, Feng Shi asked, “Why?”
Shen Songhe: “……”
Qingqing: 【……】
However, it didn’t take long for Feng Shi to know why.
Under the stimulation of spiritual energy, not only was the poison blood not forced out, but it melted into his blood even faster. Before long, Feng Shi suddenly felt his body becoming somewhat hot.
He hurriedly stopped his hands.
Two breaths later, this heat became more obvious, and a red flush quickly climbed up his cheeks.
Feng Shi secretly opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue slightly to exhale, and used his hand as a fan to cool himself, asking Qingqing: “What exactly is going on?”
As he spoke, his neck and ears turned completely red, and his eyes became slightly bloodshot.
Qingqing shrugged helplessly: 【Host, your hands were too fast; Qingqing didn’t even have time to stop you.】
【This snake is called Red Fate. It is the main raw material for the Hehuan Sect’s Spring Breeze Powder. It’s not very toxic, but it is definitely the fighter jet among spring medicines!】
【Actually, the amount of venom you just received wasn’t much, but who told you to be impatient? Circulating spiritual energy instead accelerated and amplified the effect.】
Qingqing covered its mouth, letting out a small laugh, and looked at Shen Songhe on the side: 【How about… we develop a romantic life script instead? I think the Protagonist of the world isn’t bad~】
Feng Shi squinted. His brain was chaotic, and he couldn’t hear clearly what it was saying. He only knew that the water source was not far away. He had to get over there quickly—to quench his thirst and cool down!
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thank you for the chapter 🙂