Chapter 57: Dao Companions?
Feng Shi stepped closer. The body of the heavy sword trembled violently; it seemed very excited to see him.
The owner of the heavy sword was dressed in white robes that had been completely dyed red with blood. Although it was just a blurry silhouette, one could still sense his extraordinary temperament.
Feng Shi reached out and touched the blade of the heavy sword. Upon closer inspection, he saw its name below the hilt: Wu Cheng.
“Wu Cheng Sword?”
“Do you want to acknowledge me as your master?”
As soon as Feng Shiās voice fell, he felt the blade under his fingers suddenly become scorching hot.
The next second, the scene before his eyes distorted. Feng Shi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had returned to the Hidden Sword Pavilion.
A cry of alarm came from the guiding disciple beside him. Feng Shi steadied himself and looked up, only to see that directly in front of him, a heavily dust-covered sword was trembling violently, emitting waves of thick spiritual energy.
And the statue behind it was exactly Wu Cheng.
Feng Shi hooked the corners of his lips and turned to the jaw-dropped disciple beside him. “Brother, I want this one.”
Hearing this, the disciple didn’t even look at him. Instead, he stared wide-eyed at the sword struggling to break free from its restraints. A moment later, his legs actually went weak, and he knelt straight down.
“H-how is it possible…” he murmured. “How could Wu Cheng acknowledge a master again? This is impossible!”
Feng Shi looked at Wu Cheng, with whom he felt a telepathic connection, and pondered: Could it be that the person I saw in the illusion was some big shot?
But no matter what, Wu Cheng was his now.
“Brother, if you aren’t going to speak, I’ll go take the sword myself.”
After saying that, Feng Shi moved to Wu Cheng in a few steps. He smiled, placed his fingers on the blade, and asked softly, “To acknowledge me as masterāare you willing?”
The dust on Wu Cheng was instantly blown away by the wind, revealing a clean blade radiating a cold gleam. For a moment, light shone brilliantly.
Feng Shi smiled, narrowing his eyes. Then he felt a prick of pain on his fingertip.
Bright red blood was rapidly absorbed by the blade, filling the dark patterns along the sword’s body. Intricate rune marks formed in the air and then imprinted themselves into Feng Shiās brow.
Wu Cheng shook even more violently. In the next instant, it leaped straight out of the Sword Pool and began to spin rapidly around Feng Shi.
After forming the pact, Feng Shi could feel Wu Chengās emotions even more clearly and couldn’t help but feel happy.
Wu Chengās body was massive, much heavier than an ordinary sword, yet Feng Shi didn’t feel it was too strenuous to hold.
“Good sword!” Feng Shi stroked the blade again and again, unable to put it down.
Wu Cheng seemed to understand Feng Shi was praising it. It flew excitedly back and forth in the air, so fast it left afterimages, its sword glare seemingly cutting through the void.
Feng Shi let it fly for a while before smiling and waving. “Alright, let’s go back. Shizun is still waiting for me.”
Wu Cheng slashed twice in the air, then suddenly flew upward.
With a loud BOOM, a massive hole was smashed through the white jade-tiled roof of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.
Feng Shiās mouth dropped open. The guiding disciple, who seemed to have been stupefied long ago, knelt on the ground without moving a muscle.
Wu Cheng blew open an exit, then turned and came to Feng Shiās feet, gently nudging his calf to signal him to get on.
Feng Shi blinked and stepped on.
Wu Cheng rose steadily and quickly, flying out through the broken roof and shooting straight into the clouds.
“Woohoo!” Feng Shi felt an explosion of exhilaration.
Behind them, other Hidden Sword Pavilion disciples who heard the commotion arrived one after another, staring dumbfounded at Feng Shi in the sky.
“Did… did I see that right… that sword… is Wu Cheng?!”
“The Sword Pool is empty! It’s true!”
The disciples looked at the empty spot, their expressions changing unpredictablyāsome envious, some unwilling.
“How could Wu Cheng acknowledge that guy as its master?”
“Stop talking! Hurry and report to the Sect Leader!”
Whatever anger they had when they arrived had long been thoroughly doused, leaving only panic in their hearts.
Feng Shi spread his arms, feeling the ethereal touch of clouds slipping through his fingers. Watching the favorability ratings crackling and rising on the system panel, he felt like every pore on his body had opened up.
High in the sky, he no longer held back. Letting himself go, accompanied by a string of laughter, he shouted loudly: “Wu Cheng, I love you to death! You are my big lucky star!”
“Favorability points, come to papa! Smash me to death!”
“I want to become Dao Companions! Become Dao Companions with Shizun! Woohoo!”
Hearing this, Wu Cheng flew even more enthusiastically. The blade wrapped in blinding red light spun a few times, and instantly, the white clouds in the sky were pressed into black. In the snap of a finger, the color of the world changed.
Dark clouds were heavy as a wall, and Wu Cheng carried Feng Shi to stir the wind and clouds within them.
The sun was briefly obscured, then shot beams of light through the gaps in the cloud layers. A golden light shone directly onto the main peak of the Chongshan Sect, like a heavenly ladder lowered from the celestial realm.
And Wu Cheng carried Feng Shi along this golden light, slowly descending to the ground.
With a smile on his face, Feng Shi hopped off Wu Cheng. The wind had messed up his hair, revealing his smooth, fair cheeks and moist eyesāexquisite enough to leave people speechless.
There were countless people on the main peak, including many familiar faces. However, everyone’s expression was extremely subtle; they looked at him as if they were looking at a monster.
Feng Shi didn’t understand. He patted Wu Chengās blade. Wu Cheng hid its aura and retracted its light, securing itself onto his back.
The oversized blade made Feng Shi look somewhat small and thin.
In less than half a cup of teaās time, many more people arrived at the main peak.
Feng Shi wanted to leave, but the crowd had surrounded him so tightly not even water could trickle through.
“Uh…”
Feng Shi put on a smiling face and asked respectfully, “Could everyone do me a favor and make way?”
He was still thinking about Shen Songhe and couldn’t wait to return to Yihe Peak.
However, no one moved. Everyone stared at him in silence.
Feng Shi felt creeped out, but the System showed that his favorability ratings were soaring. The notification sound was noisy; in less than half a day, the favorability rating that was originally negative had broken into positive numbers.
Joy upon joy. Feng Shi suppressed his temper in a good mood.
But amidst the sea of plus signs, there were also quite a few minus signs.
Feng Shi scrolled through the data and found that those contributing negative values were mostly the genius elites of the Chongshan Sect.
The cultivation world admired strength, but there was no shortage of arrogant and complacent individuals.
Looking around the crowd, Feng Shi finally found a reliable person to askāZhou Ying.
“Senior Brother Zhou Ying!” Feng Shi put a bright smile on his face and waved at him.
Following his call, everyone’s gaze shifted in unison to land on Zhou Ying, automatically opening up a path.
Feng Shi successfully arrived in front of Zhou Ying. Under everyone’s gaze, he leaned in and whispered, “Brother, why is everyone looking at me like this?”
Seeing Feng Shi approach, the expression on Zhou Ying’s face was colorful, more variegated than summer flowers. His lips moved, opening and closing. After a long while, he finally tried to squeeze out a sentence tentatively: “Favorability points?”
The smile on Feng Shiās face froze.
Since the words were out, Zhou Ying couldn’t hold back anymore and continued asking, “Dao Companions?”
Feng Shiās toes were curled so tight they were about to claw through his shoes and dig a hole in the floor.
“And… and…” Zhou Ying found it a bit hard to say: “Shi… Shizun?”
Feng Shi couldn’t save his face anymore. He immediately and decisively covered Zhou Ying’s mouth.
He couldn’t believe it. From that high up, the people below actually heard everything?
Feng Shi held his forehead.
This was an awkward, sect-wide, super-social-death scene!
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