Chapter 63: Shizun Fouls, Covering Eyes Again
The two drew closer and closer.
As a result, Feng Shi, whose little mouth had been blabbering non-stop just a moment ago, went soft all over and could no longer smile.
His mouth was entirely filled with the other’s breath. Amidst his enjoyment, Feng Shi actually forgot to breathe, his face turning completely red from holding it in.
Shen Songhe noticed this and turned his head to slightly pull away, letting him catch his breath for a moment before leaning in to continue.
Unable to withstand it, Feng Shi tightly gripped his lapels, his vision already gradually blurring.
A long while passed.
Feng Shi lowered his eyes, collapsing onto the bed.
Shen Songhe adjusted his expression. Before long, aside from his lips being a deeper color than usual, he was once again a flawless, jade-like beauty.
Having enjoyed the results of his teasing, after a moment, Feng Shi fearlessly spoke up again, “Why doesn’t Shizun continue?”
After what just happened, his eyes were misty and held a smile, looking incredibly beautiful.
Shen Songhe’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He raised a hand to cover Feng Shi’s eyes, exhaling heavily, “Not today.”
Feng Shi’s vision went black. He pulled at his hand and complained dissatisfiedly, “Shizun is cheating, covering my eyes again!”
Hearing this, Shen Songhe chuckled lightly where he couldn’t see. His frantic heartbeat calmed down little by little before he finally released his hand.
Finally, the two looked at each other and smiled.
Two days later, the competition began.
The location of the competition was the Demonic Beast Mountain Range near Qingyun Zong.
The mountain range was temporarily sealed off. The demonic beasts inside were all arranged by Qingyun Zong, their cultivation realms controlled within a range the disciples could handle.
The rule was: obtain the limited number of flags within the mountain range.
Five sects, three flags.
The disciples of each sect formed a team, and the first round would eliminate two teams.
The flags were divided into three colors: red, black, and white. The team that obtained the red flag would get a bye in the second round and advance directly to the finals.
At this time, in front of the massive mountain gate located at the entrance of the mountain range, disciples wearing different sect uniforms arrived one after another under the leadership of their respective elders.
An old man with white hair and a white beard, dressed in a black robe, stood atop the foremost stone stele, reading out the rules in a loud voice.
Finally, he put away the silk scroll in his hands, his sharp gaze sweeping across the crowd below, and announced the final condition: “In this sparring match, everyone will rely on their own abilities. Life or death is of no consequence!”
As soon as these words came out, the crowd below instantly boiled over.
Most of the disciples revealed fearful expressions, while the elders all frowned in unison, breaking into heated discussions.
Feng Shi turned his head to look at Shen Songhe and Qiu Changzhou beside him. Over there, another elderly elder made the exact same movement, his face full of disapproval as he asked Qiu Changzhou, “Zhangmen… this?”
Feng Shi also quietly tugged on Shen Songhe’s sleeve.
Shen Songhe’s expression, however, didn’t change much. He compliantly lowered his body so Feng Shi wouldn’t have to look up too high.
Feng Shi: “Shizun, it’s just a sparring match, yet they demand that life or death be of no consequence. Is this Qingshan Zong so confident that their own sect’s disciples won’t die?”
Before Shen Songhe could speak, Qiu Changzhou cursed first, “These bastards! I’m afraid they want to use this opportunity to eliminate the elite disciples of the other sects! Just to secure their own position!”
“No way! Motherfucker, laozi must have a word with them this time!”
The expression on his face was extremely ugly. He didn’t avoid Feng Shi; at this moment, he didn’t treat him as an outsider at all.
After speaking, he was about to step forward to demand an explanation, but was stopped by Shen Songhe raising his sleeve.
His voice was clear and cold, silently soothing people’s hearts: “Shixiong, do not be impulsive.”
Upon hearing this, Qiu Changzhou’s imposing manner instantly dropped by half. He stopped his steps but still frowned his thick eyebrows and asked, “Life or death is of no consequence, you know! Are you willing to let your three precious disciples take risks?”
Shen Songhe raised an eyebrow: “Who says we are the ones being sent to die?”
Qiu Changzhou: “Shidi’s meaning is?”
Feng Shi didn’t hear the rest of their conversation; presumably, the two had switched to sound transmission.
A moment later, Qiu Changzhou’s brows relaxed, and he revealed a smile.
Feng Shi was curious about exactly what Shen Songhe had said to make him so reassured. Before he could ask, the person beside him consciously cleared up his confusion.
Shen Songhe gently squeezed Feng Shi’s hand, and several talismans as thin as cicada wings were pressed into his palm.
Feng Shi paused, not daring to look down closely, and quickly placed the talismans into his Qiankun bag.
Shen Songhe transmitted his voice to him: “These are some Raging Fire Talismans and Teleportation Talismans. Use them to protect yourself. The grade of the Teleportation Talismans can bypass the barrier here. If you sense something wrong, use them immediately.”
Feng Shi was incredibly surprised: “Where did Shizun get these?”
With so many of them and of decent quality, even if they weren’t some high-level talismans, they weren’t easy to come by in this world.
Shen Songhe was silent for a moment, but still answered honestly, “I drew them.”
“What! Shizun is actually also a talisman cultivator!?”
Shen Songhe: “I’ll teach you when we get out.”
Feng Shi shut his mouth.
He looked at the rest of the disciples behind him and found that although everyone had different expressions, they were no longer anxious.
It seemed Qiu Changzhou’s side had also handed out talismans to everyone.
Now that they had a guarantee, Chongshan Zong no longer stepped forward to object.
But the people from the other sects didn’t have them, so naturally, they were unwilling to agree.
The elders of the remaining three sects stepped forward together, attempting to negotiate. Who knew that after listening, the black-robed old man would give a mocking smile: “Everyone, if your strength is insufficient, do not make excuses. If you don’t want to participate, you can leave now. Qingyun Zong absolutely will not force anyone against their will.”
“After you all leave, naturally there will be others to take your place.”
Not force anyone against their will?
It was nothing but a naked threat.
Which of these sects didn’t care about their face? And which one wanted to withdraw from the Ten Great Immortal Sects? Coming to participate in this competition was nothing more than wanting to climb a little higher; it was absolutely impossible for them to truly leave.
Thus, after a long dispute, the result remained unchanged.
Disciples with high talent were fine, but those disciples pulled in just to make up the numbers would probably inevitably lose their lives here.
The sparring hadn’t even begun, yet people’s hearts were already in disarray.
Feng Shi’s gaze landed once more on the Qingyun Zong disciples in the distance.
Those disciples wore cyan clothes, sporting faintly mocking smiles on their faces, not looking panicked in the slightest.
The leading disciple, however, wore all black. A veil covered his mouth and nose, revealing only a pair of slightly drooped, long eyes. Hugging a long sword, he looked quite distinguished.
Alarm bells rang in Feng Shi’s heart, thinking to himself that this person must be the most difficult to deal with from Qingyun Zong this time.
“Qingqing, do you have that person’s information?” Feng Shi knocked on the system in his mind.
Qingqing appeared on call: [Yes I do, Host. Would you like to spend 50 points to purchase it?]
Feng Shi ground his lower lip with his teeth, acting like a big spender: “With 50 points, what more could you ask for? Buy it for me!”
Besides, I can earn it back just by logging in for five days.
Qingqing was happy: [Okay, Host. Character information successfully purchased~]
[Unlocked new character:
Name: Yan Ze
Identity: Head Disciple of Qingyun Zong
Level: Early Yuanying Stage
Additional Info: The character’s danger level is on the high side.
Win Rate Analysis: Host has a 30% probability of winning.]
After hearing this, Feng Shi silently cursed ‘fuck’, possessed by the spirit of Qiu Changzhou: “His grandma’s, how did this Qingyun Zong suddenly become so strong! Even a mere disciple is at the Yuanying stage? Are Yuanying cultivators free these days?”
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