Chapter 79: Is Sect Leader Zhao’s Eye Twitching?
“…”
The temperature in the room instantly dropped to the freezing point. Shen Songhe’s spiritual energy leaked out, and frost bloomed all over the room in a flash.
Seeing this, Zhao Xianyun hurriedly looked up at the ceiling, pretending he hadn’t heard anything.
The originally chattering Qingqing also shut its mouth, lowering its head and desperately scratching at the system panel.
The atmosphere was incredibly tense.
However, as if completely oblivious, Feng Shi finished speaking, turned his gaze away, and refused to look at Shen Songhe’s expression again. He slowly lay back down on the bed, pulling the thin quilt up to his chin.
His expression was obedient, but his gaze fell solely on Zhao Xianyun standing behind, saying, “Sect Leader Zhao, Master, I’m fine now. I just want to sleep.”
The underlying meaning of chasing them out was obvious.
Suddenly called out, Zhao Xianyun shuddered. He subconsciously glanced at Shen Songhe, who stood motionless beside him, then turned his head, pulling a bitter face and winking frantically at Feng Shi.
Feng Shi: “Is Sect Leader Zhao’s eye twitching? If so, you’d better find a medical cultivator to take a look as soon as possible. I’ll be sleeping now.”
After saying that, he pulled the quilt over his face, leaving only a bit of his forehead and his messy long hair exposed.
Zhao Xianyun: “…”
Immediately after, he hurriedly transmitted his voice to question: “What the hell are you two doing? If you’re going to fight, why drag me into it, hey!”
Feng Shi faintly replied: “I thought Sect Leader Zhao knew. After all, when you used the Gu back then, you didn’t tell me there would be this side effect.”
Zhao Xianyun fell silent.
Originally, there were still a few days left before the half-month deadline. He hadn’t expected it to actually end early.
Realizing this was the root cause, the awkwardness in Zhao Xianyun’s heart instantly turned into schadenfreude as he raised an eyebrow at Shen Songhe.
His words, however, were directed at Feng Shi: “Alright then, get a good rest. We’ll be leaving now.”
Shen Songhe’s long eyelashes drooped, casting a heavy shadow under his eyes. His emotions were unreadable, and one could only faintly make out a rippling tint of tender red at the corners of his eyes.
In his heart, Zhao Xianyun actually still held some resentment toward him, so he didn’t offer any comfort. He said aloud, “Let’s go. He just broke free from the Child Gu’s control and needs to rest.”
Saying this, he reached out to pat his shoulder.
However, before his pale, slender hand could even graze the fabric of the other’s clothes, it was already tightly encased in frost, which mercilessly spread toward his wrist.
Zhao Xianyun withdrew his hand, shook it helplessly, and flexed his frozen joints without getting angry: “I’m telling you, if your inner demon acts up again, I’m going to tie you up directly.”
Under the quilt, Feng Shi slowed his breathing, pricking up his ears to listen to the commotion by the bed. When he heard Zhao Xianyun mention the inner demon, the hand gripping the quilt involuntarily tightened.
He was in a mess right now, his state of mind extremely complicated. He didn’t know how to face the things that had happened over the past half month, much less how to face Shen Songhe.
Therefore, even though he was worried, he still held back the urge to throw off the covers.
[Host…] Seeing this, Qingqing hesitated to speak.
Feng Shi closed his eyes and said, “You shut up first.”
Qingqing: […Alright.]
In the room, Shen Songhe didn’t leave, and Zhao Xianyun didn’t dare genuinely drag him away. He could only cross his arms, his gaze darting back and forth between the two of them, sighing incessantly.
“What are you sighing for?”
Qiu Changzhou had entered at some point, popping his head over Zhao Xianyun’s shoulder. Seeing the subtle atmosphere, he also subconsciously didn’t dare to speak loudly.
Zhao Xianyun inhaled sharply, his brow twitching violently. He pressed a finger against Qiu Changzhou’s forehead and forcefully shoved him away.
He scolded in a suppressed voice: “Are you asking for death? Where do you think you’re sticking your head!”
Pushed back, Qiu Changzhou stood up straight. Avoiding Shen Songhe and Zhao Xianyun, he made gestures with his hands, exaggerating his mouth movements: “What’s going on?”
As he asked, he looked at the stark white frost covering the room and rubbed his arms.
But looking at the situation, his Junior Brother seemed to be heartbroken…
His focus instantly shifted.
Which bastard dared to make our Junior Brother angry!?
Slowly coming to his senses, Qiu Changzhou immediately knit his brows, rolling up his sleeves, ready to start yelling.
The moment Qiu Changzhou shifted his weight, Zhao Xianyun knew exactly what kind of fart he was going to let out. With quick reflexes, he clamped a hand over his mouth and fiercely said, “You shut up!”
Then, sweeping his gaze toward Feng Shi on the bed, he sent a voice transmission: “It’s a matter between master and disciple. We’d better not interfere. Let’s head out first.”
Hearing this, Qiu Changzhou realized the ‘bastard’ was actually Feng Shi. The fire in him was instantly extinguished completely. Subsequently, he was half-dragged, half-pulled out of the room by Zhao Xianyun with quick steps.
They closed the door before leaving.
Hearing the door close, Feng Shi let out a sigh of relief.
However, the thought of Shen Songhe actually just leaving like that still made his chest feel somewhat blocked.
“Qingqing,” after lying there for a while, Feng Shi calmed his mind but couldn’t fall asleep. He had to find something else to do to divert his attention. “Open my personal space, I’m going to plant some vegetables.”
Qingqing: [Host]
“If it’s about Shen Songhe, you’d better not say it right now.” Feng Shi frowned, raising a hand to massage his temples.
Hearing this, Qingqing had no choice but to swallow the sentence “Shen Songhe hasn’t left yet”: […Alright.]
[Your personal space has been opened for you.]
The moment Qingqing’s words fell, Feng Shi only felt a wave of dizziness. A moment later, he appeared inside his exclusive personal space.
After entering the space, his physical body outside would fall into a deep sleep, and outsiders wouldn’t notice anything unusual.
[Oh my? Host, your flowers are growing very nicely.]
This space wasn’t large, and the passage of time was twice as slow as the outside world. It was, after all, only a beginner-level space.
By default, it was overgrown with weeds half the height of a person, and there was nothing else.
The last time Feng Shi came in, he stayed for a while, cut the grass, built a thatched shed, opened up a few medicine plots, and planted some spiritual herbs.
Hearing Qingqing’s words, Feng Shi felt somewhat speechless: “Those are weeds.”
He hadn’t been in here for just a short period, yet the weeds and wildflowers had already grown this much. Feng Shi thought that when he returned to the sect, he would bring those mice in to continue watching over the land for him.
But for now, he could only do it himself.
Clearing his mind, Feng Shi began weeding the fields. As he worked, he listened to Qingqing recount the events that took place while he was unconscious.
“The Qingyun Sect was wiped out? Why?”
Hearing this, Feng Shi stood up straight and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of a clean hand, a look of confusion on his face.
[Yes, Zhao Xianyun was actually sent by the head of the top ten immortal sects, the Jade Water Immortal Sect. He came specifically to kill Qi Zhongtian and He Dong.]
[Those two colluded with the Demon Venerable, using their sect’s disciples to test drugs. The reason those people’s cultivation skyrocketed previously was because they took those drugs.]
Feng Shi pursed his lips: “So, Yan Ze was also used as a test subject?”
[Exactly. His root bone was excellent, and because he was sheltered by Qi Zhongtian when he was young, he was exceptionally grateful and trusting toward him, which is why he was utilized.]
[Not only that, but he was also the medium of communication between the Demon Venerable and He Dong, just like the Host was before, except the Host was controlled through demonic arts.]
“Pei Qi again…” Feng Shi tossed aside the weed in his hand. “From the looks of it, his goal is definitely more than just these two sects.”
[That’s right!]
Feng Shi clicked his tongue, speechless: “So annoying. With him messing around like this, will I even be able to properly slack off and enjoy life after I finish my missions?”
[…]
Qingqing probed: [How about… the Host cultivates diligently and kills him?]
Feng Shi shot it a glance, waving his hand dismissively: “We’ll talk about it if that day ever comes.”
After playing Match-3 games in his space for two days, Feng Shi finally adjusted his mindset and prepared to head out.
After another wave of dizziness, he returned to his bed.
Throwing off the covers, Feng Shi stretched comfortably, preparing to get some water to drink.
But when he looked up, he was caught entirely off guard, meeting the eyes of the person standing in front of his bed.
Translator’s Note: Plot twist! Shen Songhe never left the room! While Feng Shi was busy gardening and avoiding his problems in his personal space, Shen Songhe was just standing there like a beautiful, heartbroken ice statue. Let’s see how Feng Shi handles this now…
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