Chapter 81: Since When Do Master and Disciple Hold Hands Like This?
A few days later, the matters of the Qingyun Sect were settled properly, and their territories were taken over by Zhao Xianyun.
Seeing that the disciples had mostly recovered from their injuries, Qiu Changzhou led everyone to pack up and set off, preparing to return to the Chongshan Sect.
During this trip, Feng Shi had truly stolen the spotlight, and the Chongshan Sect’s reputation was resoundingly revived as a result.
Picture books and stories about Feng Shi were published right after the battle to keep up with current events.
The picture book was incredibly vivid. Flipping it open, one could see Feng Shi’s dazzling presence on the arena that day, with every detail perfectly captured.
Zhao Xianyun bought two copies himself, even intending to give one to Feng Shi.
Feng Shi flipped it open. His first impression was that it looked no different from a GIF.
Reading the accompanying text, not only did it praise him as an unparalleled existence in the heavens and the earth, but it also boldly speculated that he would become the next renowned sword champion of the cultivation world.
The face was drawn with a ninety percent likeness. Because of this, shortly after, Feng Shi leaped into the ranks of the Four Great Beauties of the cultivation world, becoming the fourth existence people most wanted to topβor be topped by.
After flipping through the picture book, Feng Shi smiled with his eyes crinkled. Without a hint of self-awareness regarding his ordinary confidence, he praised, “Well said, and the artwork is quite good too.”
Qingqing: [-_-|| Host, do you know there’s a term called ‘ζ§ζ’ (killing with praise)? Data shows that more than half of the current cultivators in the cultivation world harbor jealousy and hatred towards you.]
Feng Shi rolled his eyes at it. Looking at his points, which had already broken the hundred-thousand mark, he sneered: “Why should I care if they like it or not? It’s not like it deducts my favorability. Besides, I haven’t provoked them. If they dare to come, I’ll entertain them all.”
Qingqing: […] So this is how a man acts when he has money?
Then, it gave a thumbs up: [Host is awesome!]
Feng Shi casually knocked it on the head, closed the picture book, and stored the items on the table into his Qiankun bag.
Just as he stood up, the door behind him was knocked on.
Feng Shi opened the door and saw Xiao Yuhui waiting outside.
“Junior Brother,” Xiao Yuhui, dressed in cyan robes with a long sword hanging at his waist, looked clean and sharp. He smiled at Feng Shi, “It’s time to set off.”
“Alright, let’s go.” Feng Shi returned the smile, walking shoulder to shoulder with him downstairs.
The top floors of the inns here almost all had docking platforms, much like piers for guests to dock their ships, though they came with a time limit.
When Feng Shi and Xiao Yuhui arrived, most people were already on the spirit ship. Seeing Feng Shi, the disciples all became lively.
Seeing this, the leading Xue Mei stepped forward, resting a hand on Feng Shi’s shoulder. Her fox-like eyes curved as she teased, “Junior Brother is our sect’s celebrity now. I hear many Junior Brothers and Sisters have lost their hearts to you. What a pity, Big Sister didn’t get to properly interact with you that day~”
Her posture was romantic, her breath smelling like orchids; even a straight man might not be able to resist.
Unfortunately, Feng Shi wasn’t entirely straight.
He raised an eyebrow, brushing Xue Mei’s hand off: “There are quite a few who like Senior Sister too.”
It was perfectly normal for the cultivation world to worship the strong. He wouldn’t genuinely be narcissistic enough to think everyone truly liked him.
Upon boarding the flying ship, only the figures of Qiu Changzhou and another elder were on the deck; Shen Songhe was nowhere to be seen.
Feng Shi blinked.
Since that day, he had deliberately distanced himself from Shen Songhe, trying to return to the state before being controlled by the Child Gu.
In fact, he had stayed in his room for the past few days and genuinely hadn’t missed the other party much.
The urge to cling to the man every single day, scratching his heart and lungs with longingβwhich occurred under the influence of the Child Guβhadn’t reappeared.
But now, Feng Shi had to admit that his attention was still involuntarily drawn.
At this time, Qiu Changzhou also noticed him. Looking at Xiao Yuhui beside him, he frowned and asked, “Where is your Master? He didn’t come with you?”
Feng Shi’s expression was indifferent: “No.”
The image of Zhao Xianyun’s face surfaced in Qiu Changzhou’s mind, recalling the words he left him with before departing: The master and disciple are having a lover’s quarrel. Don’t you dare stick your nose in it later! You hear me!?
So, he swallowed the words he originally wanted to say, changing his tune and softening his tone: “Alright then… well… ahem, be good to your Master, don’t bully him.”
Feng Shi: “??”
Xiao Yuhui: “!!”
Feng Shi: Who the fuck is bullying who here!
Just as Qiu Changzhou finished speaking, Shen Songhe’s voice unexpectedly rang out from behind Feng Shi. Clear and cold like jade striking jade, he said, “Senior Brother, please don’t bully Shi’er.”
“…”
Feng Shi turned around. Just as he saw that pure, jade-like face clearly, his hand was grasped by another ice-cold hand.
Qiu Changzhou felt wronged: “Junior Brother, you…”
Taking another lookβoh my god!
Since when did a master and disciple hold hands like this?
No, wait! Qiu Changzhou silently turned to look at his head disciple, who was grinning broadly.
Fuck! They wouldn’t hold hands at all!
But before he could voice his realization, Shen Songhe pulled Feng Shi toward a private room on the side, leaving behind a single sentence: “Senior Brother, excuse us.”
Before Qiu Changzhou could try to stop them, the door had already closed, and a barrier was even set up.
“Hey…?”
A moment later, Qiu Changzhou withdrew his outstretched hand, shaking his head and sighing. Then, his gaze landed on Xiao Yuhui.
It would have been fine if he hadn’t looked, but upon seeing him, the little disciple’s face was actually uglier than his own!
Qiu Changzhou furrowed his brows, suddenly realizing he seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.
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On the other side, the moment they entered the room, Feng Shi broke free from Shen Songhe’s grip.
The other party’s grip wasn’t heavy, but it still left an abusive-looking pink mark on his slender white wrist.
With a smile on his face, Feng Shi placed his hands behind his back and took half a step back: “What is Master doing?”
Shen Songhe’s face was slightly pale. Feng Shi wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but after not seeing him for a few days, he seemed much more haggard, yet his eyes were even more watery.
Seeing Feng Shi’s retreating movement, the corners of Shen Songhe’s eyes instantly turned red.
Yes, truly instantly.
So fast that Feng Shi almost couldn’t believe his eyes.
In the original novel, Shen Songhe was an aloof beauty, single-mindedly devoted to the Dao and oblivious to romance. He only ever cried in bed.
The pure white, tender magnolia petals faintly flushed a delicate pink. Plentiful, plump rain poured into the stamen like weeping pearls. Amidst the beating wind and rain, the petals trembled, and the crystal-clear water droplets fell from the branch, soaking into the dry earth below.
This was a passage from the original text used to describe Shen Songhe.
It had to be said, it was very pure, and it suited the current Shen Songhe perfectly.
Feng Shi swallowed hard, his momentum somewhat dampening.
Seeing his softened attitude, Shen Songhe took a step forward, pushing his luck. He lowered his eyes, eyelashes trembling, and used those irresistibly beautiful, watery eyes to gaze pleadingly at Feng Shi, asking, “You still don’t believe me, do you?”
Feng Shi took another half step back, turning his head. He pinched one of his reddening earlobes and quickly denied, “No.”
But actually, he did.
He said they would take their time, so they needed to take their time.
All the previous signs pointed to Shen Songhe treating him as Liu Yi’s substitute. It was too fast, and he couldn’t convince himself.
Unless, he, Feng Shi, was Liu Yi.
But how could that be possible?
Feng Shi pinched his palm. Then he heard Shen Songhe ask again, “Then why did you refuse to see me these past few days?”
Feng Shi’s eyelid twitched. He retorted in his mind: See you for what? To look at you being all teary and pitiful, making my heart ache and soften?
You’re over a hundred years old, yet you still get red eyes over something like this…
Feng Shi thought: This tactic might work on that Liu Yi, but against me, Feng Shi, it’s absolutely useless!
So, he shook his head.
“It’s not that, I just happened to… mmp!”
Translator’s Note: A little cliffhanger! Shen Songhe has cornered Feng Shi in the private cabin. Since talking doesn’t seem to be working, it looks like Shen Songhe is resorting to other methods to silence Feng Shi’s doubts… Next chapter promises more sparks flying!
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