Chapter 71: If You Want to Die, I’ll Grant Your Wish
After leaving that mountain far behind, Feng Shi still couldn’t quite recover his wits.
Yes, he admitted, those two were perhaps a little bit sweet to ship, but he still couldn’t calmly face such open monster mating.
Moreover, Shen Songhe was still right beside him, doubling the shame!
“Shidi, what’s wrong?”
Sensing that something was off with Feng Shi, Shen Songhe leaned in close to his ear and asked in a low voice.
He didn’t feel much about it; after all, a hundred years ago, he hadn’t done this sort of thing any less to Feng Shi. He had long forgotten the meaning of shame.
Blown by the hot breath from his mouth, Feng Shi’s entire body stiffened. He tilted his head, feigning calmness in his voice: “N-nothing, haha…”
The other’s large hands rested on his waist, the temperature transmitting through the fabric.
Feng Shi looked down at the bright red flag trimmed with gold in his hand, trying hard to distract himself. Yet, he couldn’t stop the heat from burning brighter and brighter from his cheeks to his ears; even the slightly cool evening breeze before the rainstorm felt sweltering.
A mountain storm was impending. Howling winds swept through the forest, the dark tree shadows swaying like the sleeves of ghosts, waving and wiping against the sky.
With the red flag in hand, Chongshan Zong could either get a bye in the next round or leave this mountain range early.
Feng Shi arrived near the exit of the mountain range, waved the flag in his hand toward the sky, and channeled his spiritual energy for voice transmission.
The magnified voice echoed through the mountain forest, drawing everyone’s gaze.
Feng Shi blew a loud whistle and shouted: “Chongshan Zong has obtained the flag!”
At this time, threads of rain had begun to fall from the sky, slowly bringing over a damp chill. The people below raised their heads, all staring at that fiery red flag in his hand.
Reacting, the people of Chongshan Zong all rode their swords up, surrounding Feng Shi and cheering: “Little Feng Shidi, great job!”
“You actually got the red flag, this is amazing!”
“Too strong, how did you do it?”
Looking at the several waves of disciples from other sects below, Feng Shi smiled radiantly and waved his hand, looking utterly triumphant: “Everyone, the people of Chongshan Zong will take our leave first!”
The disciples below: “…”
Outside the mountain gate, the barrier had already been opened.
Qiu Changzhou stood waiting at the entrance with his hands on his hips, his expression smug. He looked down his nose at Elder Qi, who was blowing his beard and glaring in anger: “How about it, old man Qi? What do you think of my disciple?”
Elder Qi stood with his hands behind his back, the muscles in his cheeks bulging: “Hmph, isn’t Zhangmen Qiu celebrating a bit too early?” Saying so, he narrowed his eyes at him with a meaningful smile: “Protect this little disciple of yours well. In the third round, he might not be so lucky!”
Qiu Changzhou paid him no mind and imitated Feng Shi by giving him the middle finger. Although he didn’t know its exact meaning, he figured it wasn’t anything good.
This time, Elder Qi clearly felt the other party’s contempt, his face turning green: “You!”
Qiu Changzhou: “What about me? What did I do?”
Elder Qi was at a loss for words. With trembling hands, he finally cursed after a long while: “Ruffian! Scoundrel! Hooligan!”
Zi Ping stood to the side, her hands tucked into her sleeves, smiling pleasantly as she watched the two bicker like elementary schoolers.
A moment later, the disciples of Chongshan Zong walked out of the mountain gate one after another, supporting each other. Although they were injured, their faces were all brimming with smiles.
Less than a day into the mountain range, they had seized the hardest-to-get red flag. This time, Chongshan Zong could be said to have finally held their heads high.
Qiu Changzhou happily gazed at the mountain gate, waiting for Feng Shi to come out. However, he waited until no one else was coming out, yet he still hadn’t seen Feng Shi.
At this moment, Zhou Rurong stepped forward and reported in a low voice: “Zhangmen, Xue Mei and Xie Shixiong haven’t come out yet either…”
Elder Qi gloated from the side: “Zhangmen Qiu, where is that little disciple of yours? Did something happen to him?”
Qiu Changzhou restrained his smile, no longer in the mood to bicker with him, and turned to head toward the viewing tower.
Meanwhile, the Feng Shi he had been waiting for so long was currently enduring a torrential downpour, confronting a bloodshot Yan Ze who looked like a Shura.
The youth in black martial attire stepped on a pile of corpses, standing against the wind. His long hair wrapped around his finely outlined waist. A bolt of lightning tore a pale rift in the sky behind him, the flashing white light making him look like both an immortal and a demon.
“Yan Ze… I… will kill you…”
Beneath the youth’s foot, a bruised and swollen Xie Anhui had his head pinned to the ground.
The once bright and clear genius was trampled in the mud. Blood continuously spilled from one of his swollen red eyes, and the hand holding his sword was twisted at a bizarre angle, clearly broken.
Yan Ze’s face remained unmoved, but his foot pressed down ruthlessly, forcing half of Xie Anhui’s face into the sludge as he said coldly: “You’re courting death.”
“Xie Shixiong! Stop!” To the side, Xue Mei sat leaning against a tree root, clutching her chest as she called out to Xie Anhui.
If he didn’t stop, both of them would be doomed!
A red glint flashed through Yan Ze’s eyes. The blood on the sword in his hand was washed completely clean by the rain. He reached out and lifted the mangled Xie Anhui from the ground by his neck: “If you want to die, I’ll grant your wish.”
Gritting his teeth, Xie Anhui raised a hand and threw a punch at Yan Ze’s face, spitting out a mouthful of thick blood: “Bring it on!”
Yan Ze narrowed his eyes, the corners of his lips pressing down tightly, and abruptly tightened the grip of his hand.
In an instant, Xie Anhui’s vision blurred, and the sword in his hand slipped to the ground.
Xue Mei clamped a hand over her mouth in disbelief, suppressing the uncontrollable scream in her throat.
Not long ago, after they received the news that Feng Shi had already captured the flag, Xie Anhui—who had originally planned to avoid Yan Ze—went crazy and insisted on coming to kill him.
But neither of them had expected that Yan Ze, whose strength had originally been on par with Xie Anhui, was actually at the Yuanying stage now. Even working together, the two were no match for him.
She was heavily injured, and Xie Shixiong was about to die before her eyes. Tears streaming down her face, Xue Mei tremblingly took out the life-saving teleportation talisman from her robes, silently apologizing in her heart. Just as she was about to activate the talisman, a flash of fire suddenly erupted before her eyes.
Xue Mei paused her hand, her eyes widening as she looked at the sudden appearance of Feng Shi, a fierce hope igniting in her heart.
Two Raging Fire Talismans burned simultaneously, landing on the hand Yan Ze was using to hold Xie Anhui. In the blink of an eye, it ignited a patch of fabric, burning a festering wound onto his pale arm.
Yan Ze blinked, loosening his grip, and raised his other hand to stop the spread of the fire.
The unconscious Xie Anhui rolled onto the ground, was swiftly caught by Shen Songhe’s disciple sword, and delivered to Xue Mei’s side.
“This Shixiong, Chongshan Zong has already obtained the flag. Even if this is a sparring match, there’s no need to be so heavy-handed, right?” Feng Shi looked at Xie Anhui, whose life or death was uncertain, feeling conflicted.
If even Xie Anhui, Chongshan Zong’s most promising candidate to fight Yan Ze, ended up like this, Feng Shi didn’t know how he was supposed to win if he faced this guy later.
Yan Ze seemed somewhat deadpan. Even with his arm burned to a bloody pulp, his face still lacked any expression as he asked Feng Shi: “Are you here to court death too?”
[Host, it is advised not to clash head-on with Yan Ze. He is currently in a berserk state without reason and is difficult to deal with.]
Hearing this, Feng Shi hurriedly waved his hands at Yan Ze: “No, no, no, we’re leaving right now, leaving right now.”
Saying so, he shot a glance at Xue Mei.
Xue Mei nodded and immediately used the teleportation talisman to leave with Xie Anhui.
Feng Shi wanted to slip away too, but Yan Ze clearly wasn’t going to let him. The moment Feng Shi moved, the other party’s sword was already resting against his neck in the blink of an eye.
Yan Ze’s wet bangs clung to his cheeks. He rolled his eyes, seemingly pondering the best way to kill him.
Meeting his gaze, Feng Shi’s entire body went ice-cold. He quietly reached one hand behind his back and grabbed Shen Songhe’s hand, his fingers lightly scratching his palm in a comforting gesture.
Shen Songhe looked down at Feng Shi’s jade-white fingertips, a relaxed smile filling his brows and eyes.
He had originally changed his identity and followed him in because he was worried about Feng Shi. Naturally, he had the confidence to protect him perfectly.
He took a step forward, swiftly pulling Feng Shi into his embrace. A semi-circular pale blue spiritual wall opened in front of them, blocking Yan Ze’s long sword.
Feng Shi was surprised for a moment, but then thought that it wasn’t strange at all for Shen Songhe to have some powerful life-saving magical treasures.
“Shidi, the teleportation talisman.”
“En!”
Feng Shi quickly took out the talisman, holding it between two fingers, and silently chanted the incantation to activate it.
As the runes on the talisman lit up, a brilliant golden light surrounded the two. Shen Songhe tightened his hold on the person in his arms and slightly closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already outside the mountain range.
Opening his eyes, Shen Songhe felt his embrace was empty, and his face drastically changed.
Feng Shi, who was supposed to be safely in his arms, was gone.
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