Chapter 64: It’s Bad Enough to Be Jealous of Yourself
[Please pay attention to your civilized language, Host, don’t pick up bad habits. Furthermore, there is a reason for the massive surge in Qingyun Zong’s strength. Host can unearth it yourself during the course of this competition~]
Feng Shi: “Then what about that win rate? He’s already at the Yuanying stage, how do I still have a 30% win rate? How does that work?”
This wasn’t scientific. Very unscientific.
[Host really knows what to ask.]
[Because Yan Ze’s strength is hollow. Do you understand what I mean by saying this?]
Feng Shi: “I don’t understand, expand on that.”
Qingqing: […]
[Apologies, I can only reveal this much. Also, if you could break through to the Jindan stage right now, your win rate would reach at least 60%.]
Feng Shi sucked in a breath.
60%, huh.
What a pity, it was impossible for him to form a Golden Core on the spot.
Not long after, it was time to enter.
Feng Shi could only close the interface.
Before leaving, Qiu Changzhou collectively instructed them that their little lives were the most important thing and they must not try to be brave.
“Every single one of you disciples is the hope of our Chongshan Zong. Don’t let me hear that anyone accidentally died, got it!?”
“Pfft.” Feng Shi couldn’t hold it in for a moment and burst out laughing.
To think that Qiu Changzhou, who looked like a rough and unrefined man, could actually say such heartwarming words.
The surrounding environment was very quiet, and Qiu Changzhou was close to him, so this sound was heard loud and clear. He immediately glared over.
Feng Shi couldn’t help but mentally supply the dialogue; that look was probably questioning: What the fuck are you laughing at?
Just thinking about it made Feng Shi want to laugh again. In any case, Qiu Changzhou’s Zhangmen halo had already shattered into scum in his eyes.
Upon entering the mountain gate, the teams from different sects immediately separated, wanting to avoid taking casualties right at the beginning.
The ones leading the Chongshan Zong team were Xie Anhui and the two Shijies who had flirted with Feng Shi previously.
They were all already at the Jindan stage, and Xie Anhui had even reached the peak of the Jindan stage.
Chongshan Zong had always advocated for peace and stability; they wouldn’t actively provoke others. Therefore, they made a beeline for several locations where flags might be hidden.
Feng Shi followed beside Xiao Yuhui, intentionally avoiding Cao Ni, whose gaze kept landing on him from time to time.
They encountered quite a few demonic beasts along the way. Feng Shi killed them smoothly, feeling like there was no difference from being in the Demon-Slaying Tower.
The news of Wucheng acknowledging Feng Shi as its master that day couldn’t possibly be kept hidden; he feared the people of these so-called Ten Great Immortal Sects had already caught wind of it.
So he was currently still using that broken disciple sword. After all, Wucheng made too big of a target and would easily make him a target of public criticism.
“Shidi, are you tired? Have some water.”
Halfway through, they found a hidden clearing to rest briefly, and Xiao Yuhui handed over the water flask from his waist.
Feng Shi wasn’t very thirsty and smiled, “Thank you, Shixiong, I’ll have some later…”
Before he could finish speaking, the smile on Feng Shi’s face completely froze.
His gaze passed over Xiao Yuhui, shooting toward a figure not far behind him.
Xiao Yuhui noticed his gaze and also turned to look, only to see an ordinary-looking disciple sitting in the direction his little Shidi was staring at.
That person looked skinny and small, with some tiny pockmarks on his face. At this moment, he was tilting his head back to drink water.
It wasn’t someone familiar, his face was quite foreign. Xiao Yuhui almost suspected this person was a spy who had popped out of nowhere. He asked Feng Shi, “Does Shidi know this person?”
Feng Shi finally snapped back to reality, his mood undergoing several shifts. He nodded blankly, his voice hoarse: “It’s a Shixiong I met in the Demon-Slaying Tower.”
Xiao Yuhui frowned, thinking to himself that perhaps he spent too little time within the sect, to the point of actually missing out on so many things.
Feng Shi let out a breath, temporarily withdrawing his gaze. He stood up and said, “Shixiong, I’m going to head over there for a bit.”
Saying so, without waiting for Xiao Yuhui’s response, he impatiently headed towards the person in the corner.
Getting closer, Feng Shi confirmed he hadn’t seen wrong.
Although the appearance had changed, the temperament wouldn’t change, nor would the mole at the corner of his eye that seemed to breathe.
“Lin Tong Shixiong? Long time no see.”
Feng Shi suppressed the emotions in his heart and smilingly sat down beside the disguised Shen Songhe.
‘Lin Tong’ shot him a glance, his eyes icy cold, keeping people a thousand miles away: “Do we know each other?”
If Feng Shi hadn’t subconsciously looked at his ears, which were slowly turning red because he was bad at pretending, he almost would have believed his nonsense.
However, since Shen Songhe was playing the part so well, he didn’t mind playing along with him.
Thus, Feng Shi gave a wicked smile, reached out to take the water flask that hadn’t yet been put down from his hands, tilted his head back, and took a large gulp.
After finishing, he even licked his lips as if he hadn’t had enough, narrowed his eyes, stared straight at the other party, and said, “Thank you for the water, Shixiong.”
‘Lin Tong’s’ expression changed slightly. He blinked, only to hear Feng Shi in front of him follow up with another low-voiced remark.
“So sweet.”
With a boom.
The fire in Shen Songhe’s heart instantly ignited.
Not just the fire born of unbearability, but also a trace of annoyance.
He snatched back the water flask from Feng Shi’s hands, narrowing his eyes. No matter how you listened, it carried a questioning tone: “Are you this casual with everyone?”
Feng Shi looked at how he was clearly jealous but could only fume secretly. He laughed wildly in his heart, but his face showed nothing: “Ah, am I? Am I very casual?”
“But, I really thought it was quite sweet…”
Hearing this, Shen Songhe’s face uncontrollably darkened further. In the next instant, he actually turned around and threw the water flask in his hand into the bushes behind him.
Feng Shi was stunned for a second, then immediately burst out laughing, his heart melting into a puddle.
He looked at the other’s stiff-faced, puffed-up appearance, his eyes crinkling until they disappeared from his smile.
Why did he throw the flask away?
It was bad enough to be jealous of himself, but he even vented his anger on the innocent water flask.
How is Shizun so cute!
For a fleeting moment, Feng Shi wanted to directly expose him, then hug him and thoroughly bully him.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t. He had no way to explain how he knew about this.
Left with no choice, Feng Shi could only suppress his thoughts and feign surprise: “Aiya, why did Shixiong throw the water flask away? I saw there was still quite a lot of water left inside.”
Shen Songhe was endlessly conflicted inside, thinking, Fortunately it’s me, but what if it were someone else? Would Feng Shi also flirt with others like this?
The more Shen Songhe thought about it, the angrier he got. His tone was poor as he said, “It’s dirty.”
Feng Shi wanted to roll on the floor laughing inwardly, but his mouth spoke sadly: “I understand, Lin Tong Shixiong is finding me distasteful…”
Shen Songhe knew he was acting and ignored him.
Feng Shi sat pressed tightly against him, no longer teasing him, but slightly raised his head to look at him, intentionally lowering his voice.
“Lin Tong Shixiong, actually I was just joking just now. I’ll tell you a secret, so Shixiong, don’t be mad anymore, okay?”
Lin Tong listened quietly, his gaze lightly sweeping over Feng Shi’s face, which was flushed red over white from exhaustion and heat.
Feng Shi smiled cleverly, intentionally leaning close to his ear, his voice soft and low: “I’m actually not casual at all… I’m only casual with one person.”
Shen Songhe’s facade of indifference slipped a little. Looking straight ahead, he asked: “Who?”
Feng Shi: “Of course, it’s my good Shizun.”
The cold expression on Shen Songhe’s face vanished. Upon his still-serious face, two unusually bright red blushes flew up.
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