Chapter 60: With Me Like This… How Many More Years Can I Live?
The previous three rules were completely voided.
Feng Shi grasped both love and career with both hands, cultivating on one side while sticking to Shen Songhe every day on the other.
Over these two days, no matter what Feng Shi did, in Shen Songhe’s eyes, it was not considered overstepping.
Feng Shi had basically memorized the elementary talisman manual, but he hadn’t had the chance to practice it. The tools for drawing talismans weren’t cheap, and Feng Shi would feel heartache if he wasted materials practicing.
Because he obtained the Wu Cheng Sword, Feng Shi gathered a lot of favorability points from passersby. Coupled with the iron-headed Xiao Yuhui and Shen Songhe’s skyrocketing favorability, Feng Shi was now not only out of debt but also considered a person of small wealth.
Since becoming intimate with Shen Songhe, apart from signing in and drawing lotteries every morning, Feng Shi developed another habit: checking Shen Songhe’s favorability.
【Name (Protagonist): Shen Songhe Identity: Elder of Chongshan Sect Level: Peak Foundation Establishment Current Favorability: 100 Strategy Progress: 99.9% Expand for more information】
Seeing the information hadn’t changed, Feng Shi closed the panel with satisfaction and went out to practice his sword.
His compatibility with Wu Cheng was extremely high. Under Wu Cheng’s influence, his power was amplified more than twofold.
Shen Songhe leaned back on the recliner, occasionally pointing out corrections in his movements.
Behind the courtyard, the giant towering tree remained lush and leafy. When the wind blew, leaves fell across the courtyard like a rain of flowers, landing on Shen Songhe’s full head of silver hair and resting on his shoulders alongside the sunlight.
When Feng Shi got tired of practicing, he ran to Shen Songhe’s side, sat on the ground, rested his head on the man’s lap, and played with those long, slender fingers in boredom.
Years quiet and good; nothing beats this.
“Shizun, will you still become Dao Companions with me?” Feng Shi hesitated for a long time but finally asked.
Shen Songhe’s free hand stroked Feng Shi’s head gently, stroke by stroke. He turned his head, his gaze landing on the giant tree. He remained silent for a long time. Just when Feng Shi was filled with disappointment, thinking he was unwilling, Shen Songhe asked back, “With me like this… how many more years can I live? Waiting until my lifespan is exhausted… while you have a boundless future.”
He withdrew his gaze, tilted Feng Shi’s chin up, and looked seriously into his eyes. “Like this, are you still willing to become Dao Companions with me?”
Feng Shi saw all the emotions in his eyes—the struggle and the pain.
Shen Songhe was right. Without a Golden Core, he only had a few decades left to live.
But how could Feng Shi bear to let him die?
“I am willing, Shizun.” Feng Shi cupped his hand, rubbing his cheek against the palm, and said firmly, “No matter what, I am willing. But I will definitely help you restore your Golden Core, I promise.”
Shen Songhe smiled, feeling the delicate touch of Feng Shi’s cheek in his palm. “I believe you.”
“Then when shall we become Dao Companions?” Feng Shi looked up and pressed.
Shen Songhe pursed his lips. After a long while, the corners of his mouth pulled up, and he pinched Feng Shi’s earlobe. “Wait a little longer.”
Wait until your heart is not controlled by the Gu worm, then I will ask you again.
Feng Shi hid the disappointment on his face and nodded.
The two enjoyed the lazy afternoon in silence until the heavy-footed Qiu Changzhou pushed the door open without a greeting.
Feng Shi, who was drowsy, was woken by the footsteps. He opened his eyes a slit to see who it was, yawned, and rubbed against Shen Songhe’s leg. In the next second, he realized what was happening, felt a sudden chill, and his sleepiness vanished instantly from fright.
Qiu Changzhou’s radiant face turned black instantly upon seeing the scene before him. He looked at Feng Shi, then at the indifferent Shen Songhe. He sucked in a breath, about to say something, but was stopped by a look from Shen Songhe.
Qiu Changzhou quickly adjusted his expression and waved his hand at Feng Shi, shooing him away. “You go out first; I have words with your Shizun.”
Feng Shi was about to get up, but Shen Songhe held him down by the shoulder. “No need, Senior Brother. If you have something to say, speak freely.”
Qiu Changzhou glared, looking at the two of them with hesitation. Finally, he flung his sleeve and sighed, “Forget it! It’s not a big deal anyway.”
“It’s just those old fogies at the Qingyun Sect again! They insist on holding some sect sparring competition! They pointed out that our Chongshan Sect hasn’t participated in decades, saying if we don’t go this time, they’ll kick us out of the Ten Great Immortal Sects!”
“Screw their grandmothers, do they really think our Chongshan Sect has no one left!?”
“They want to climb up themselves, yet they drag this old man down as a stepping stone!”
Seeing him flushed with agitation and spewing vulgarities, Feng Shi’s mouth twitched.
Shen Songhe’s expression remained faint. “So?”
Qiu Changzhou rubbed his lips and smiled at Shen Songhe. “So I came to borrow people from you.”
With other elders, one sentence would have sufficed, but for Shen Songhe, he came in person.
Shen Songhe: “Borrow whom?”
Qiu Changzhou walked to the stone table in the courtyard, poured himself a cup of water, and downed it in one go. “Who else? Your two disciples, of course.”
Shen Songhe corrected him: “Three.”
Qiu Changzhou frowned, about to shout, but swallowed it back down. “Sigh.” He glanced at Feng Shi with a conflicted expression, then turned back. “You’re willing to lend him to me?”
Shen Songhe smiled faintly. “Willing.”
As he spoke, he looked down and squeezed Feng Shi’s palm, asking softly, “Go practice your skills?”
Feng Shi had no objection, but he asked in a small voice, “Will Shizun come together?”
Shen Songhe nodded. “I will accompany you.”
Qiu Changzhou didn’t hear their conversation. Looking at the smile on Shen Songhe’s face, he felt as if a lifetime had passed.
How long has it been? How long has it been since I saw Junior Brother smile?
Ever since Senior Brother Liu was gone, Shen Songhe had never shown a smile again. Now, unexpectedly…
Qiu Changzhou’s expression was complex. Finally, he looked at the Wu Cheng Sword leaning by Feng Shi’s hand, raised an eyebrow, and relented happily.
Before leaving, he instructed Feng Shi, “We set off in three days. Notify your two senior brothers to prepare well.”
Feng Shi nodded in agreement and stood up to see him off.
Three days later, the master and three disciples of Yihe Peak stood together before Qiu Changzhou. Qiu Changzhou’s painstakingly maintained mask of a Sect Leader nearly shattered. He looked at Shen Songhe in disbelief, pulled him away from the crowd, and asked in a low voice, “Junior Brother, you are going too!?”
Shen Songhe: “Mn.”
Qiu Changzhou: “Really? You haven’t stepped out the door in years, like a maiden!”
Shen Songhe turned directly and entered the ship’s cabin.
Qiu Changzhou’s jaw almost hit the floor. Seeing two disciples nearby looking at him, he quickly gave two fake coughs, furrowed his brows, and scolded with full vigor, “Hurry up, all of you!”
The disciples shrank their necks and boarded the ship.
Feng Shi saw everything clearly and couldn’t help laughing. He said to Shen Songhe beside him, “So Sect Leader Shishu is like this. I thought he was fierce, but it turns out it’s fake.”
Shen Songhe smiled too. “He has always been like this.”
The two stood extremely close, their behavior revealing intimacy, completely missing the strange looks from the two disciples behind them.
Xiao Yuhui had brought many pills prepared for Feng Shi but hadn’t had a chance to give them out. He felt more and more that Feng Shi was clinging too much to Shizun, but he didn’t dare let his thoughts run wild, only feeling stifled in his heart.
Cao Ni, whose face always wore a gentle smile in front of others, now had an obscure expression. His gaze fell on Feng Shi’s slender waist, and he secretly licked a sharp tooth on one side.
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