Chapter 56: Why is He Suddenly So Cute?
Two days later, Shen Songhe led Feng Shi back to the Chongshan Sect. Coincidentally, Xiao Yuhui and Cao Ni had also returned from their training around the same time.
Feng Shi followed behind Shen Songhe, holding onto the hem of his robe. He greeted Xiao Yuhui happily, “Eldest Brother!”
Then he turned to look at Cao Ni, his voice small: “Second Brother.”
Xiao Yuhui had a bright smile on his face. He blinked at Feng Shi before bowing respectfully to Shen Songhe.
“Shizun.” Cao Ni also stepped forward, a flash of gloom in his eyes when he looked at Feng Shi.
Shen Songhe nodded. He turned back, pulled Feng Shi out from where he was hiding behind his back, and instructed Xiao Yuhui, “Yuhui, take your Junior Brother to the Hidden Sword Pavilion to choose a sword.”
Hearing this, Feng Shi looked down at his broken disciple sword. He tugged on Shen Songhe’s hand and shook his head, not wanting to go. “I don’t want to go, Shizun…”
Xiao Yuhui was surprised by Feng Shi’s change and asked Shen Songhe, “Shizun, Junior Brother is…?”
Shen Songhe misunderstood his meaning and replied, “He entered the third level of the Demon Slaying Tower earlier.”
Any disciple who entered the third level of the Demon Slaying Tower for the first time had the opportunity to choose a sword at the Hidden Sword Pavilion. Feng Shi had left in a hurry last time and hadn’t had the chance to go yet.
Xiao Yuhui swallowed the question he originally wanted to ask and nodded, smiling at Feng Shi. “Then let’s go now, Junior Brother.”
Feng Shi scrunched his face slightly and looked at Shen Songhe.
Shen Songhe didn’t shy away; he raised his hand and rubbed Feng Shi’s head. “Go. Your sword is broken.”
Feng Shi actually wanted Shen Songhe to accompany him, but in the end, he didn’t voice it.
Not long ago, Shen Songhe had made three rules with him. One of them was to be obedient, otherwise, he wouldn’t pay attention to him anymore.
Feng Shi thought about it and decided that a short separation was acceptable.
“Fine.” Feng Shi was reluctant, his cheeks slightly puffed.
He walked over to Xiao Yuhui and looked up. “Brother, can we be quick?”
Why is Junior Brother suddenly so cute!
【Xiao Yuhui Favorability +20!】
Xiao Yuhui wasn’t quite used to this version of his Junior Brother. He nodded blankly.
Leaving Yihe Peak, the two arrived at the Hidden Sword Pavilion.
Above the floating island, a massive heavy sword hovered over the pale blue palace. The sword’s body was pitch black, with golden dark patterns flowing across it.
The entrance was not only guarded by barriers and formations but also by several people; security was extremely tight.
Xiao Yuhui gave Feng Shi’s name to the guarding disciple. Only after receiving permission did they enter the barrier.
“Junior Brother, you have to go in alone from here. Remember, use your heart to feel. Release your spiritual energy, and the sword will choose you.” Xiao Yuhui explained patiently, stopping before the first door.
Feng Shi nodded and followed the guiding disciple inside, showing none of the clinging reluctance he displayed with Shen Songhe.
Behind him, Xiao Yuhui scratched his head in confusion: Why isn’t Junior Brother pulling on my robe?
Once inside the first door, Feng Shi asked the guiding disciple, “Is there anything different about the swords inside that inner door?”
The disciple seemed to know of Feng Shi and didn’t care much for him. “Why ask that? You won’t get a chance to go in anyway.”
Feng Shi raised an eyebrow. As long as it didn’t involve Shen Songhe, he still had a brain. He asked with an innocent attitude, “Why? Does the sect forbid me from entering?”
That wasn’t the case.
The disciple hadn’t expected Feng Shi to dare talk back. His face slowly turned red. “You can! Hmph! I’d like to see what kind of thing you can choose!”
Feng Shi made no comment.
If he guessed correctly, the swords behind that door were no ordinary items. He still had self-awareness.
“I’m starting, Brother.”
Feng Shi maintained his good attitude. He closed his eyes and activated his spiritual energy.
Pale red spiritual energy dispersed in wisps, probing and attempting to awaken the long swords half-buried in the soil.
Suddenly, all the swords around them began to buzz restlessly.
Feng Shi opened his eyes in confusion and looked at the disciple beside him.
The disciple was obviously shocked as well, looking helplessly at the Sword Pool where every sword—low-grade, mid-grade—seemed to have erupted with spiritual energy. They all seemed…
They all seemed very excited… to acknowledge a master?
Even though he had stayed in this Hidden Sword Pavilion for nearly forty years and seen countless so-called geniuses choose swords, he had never seen such a scene.
The disciple gasped in shock, looking up at Feng Shi in disbelief. He thought: How high must his talent be for so many swords to want to choose him!
If this goes on, won’t these swords start fighting each other!?
Feng Shi saw the disciple stare blankly at first, then suddenly look up at him in shock, shouting, “Quick! Choose the sword you want!”
Feng Shi: “?”
“Isn’t the sword supposed to choose me?”
The disciple’s face turned green then white; words that would slap his own face couldn’t leave his mouth.
But Feng Shi understood. He smiled and looked at the surrounding swords. “Oh, could it be that they all want to choose me?”
Seeing his smug expression, the disciple felt a breath stuck in his chest. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, “Yes! Hurry up and choose, or it’ll be total chaos!”
Seeing this, Feng Shi became even less rushed. He crossed his arms and smiled at him, his eyes sweeping toward the tightly closed golden door in the distance.
He pointed. “I want to go look in there.”
The disciple scolded without thinking, “No!”
“Why not?”
Feng Shi lifted his foot and walked in that direction, urging, “Hurry up, or it’ll get messy.”
Qingqing laughed and clapped in Feng Shi’s ear: 【Host Big Boss, well done! We must use the best sword!】
Thinking of his 15% luck value, Feng Shi thought this Thousand Gold Pearl was truly worth it.
The disciple absolutely did not want Feng Shi to go in, but looking at the current situation, if something really happened, a lowly gatekeeper like him couldn’t bear the responsibility.
Feng Shi had already walked to the door, smiling as he said, “Hurry up, Brother.”
The disciple had no choice. He could only step forward and reluctantly form the seals to open the door.
Feng Shi looked up first. A long staircase came into view. Only after climbing the stairs was there a Sword Pool similar to the one below, but there were significantly fewer swords here, and each sword had a corresponding stone tablet.
Feng Shi looked around and discovered Yan Luo’s stone tablet; the corresponding spot was already empty. Aside from that, there were two other tablets with empty spots.
Behind him, the guiding disciple huffed through his nose. “Hurry up. If you can’t do it, go back down!”
Feng Shi gave a low hum in response. Wasting no more time, he closed his eyes and reached out with his senses as before.
Soon, a white mist appeared in his pitch-black vision.
Feng Shi opened his eyes and found that he seemed to have arrived in another space.
The images in this space were somewhat blurry, mostly just silhouettes, but Feng Shi could still see clearly.
In the image, a person was pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows, nailed to death atop a high city wall.
This person was holding a heavy sword, about four feet long and one foot wide.
Feng Shi saw this sword very clearly.
On the black blade, golden dark patterns flickered. It looked exceptionally exquisite and full of murderous intent.
Very familiar.
It seemed… like the one on the roof of the Hidden Sword Pavilion when he entered?
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