Chapter 88: Survival Gift Pack
The moment Xiao Yuhui saw Feng Shi, the sharp edge of his weather-beaten eyes instantly softened. His heart couldn’t help but race as he exclaimed in surprise, “Shidie?!”
Hearing the familiar voice, the words of apology Feng Shi was about to offer caught in his throat.
He looked up.
Upon seeing the face of the person before him, Feng Shi’s expression also filled with joy as he called out, “Shixiong!”
As they spoke, both men sized each other up.
It had been two years since they last met, and Xiao Yuhui had changed quite a bit; Feng Shi almost didn’t recognize him at first glance.
The lines of his face had become much harder, and two scars had been added to his brow and the corner of his forehead. He looked fierce, carrying a sense of weary maturity.
“Shixiong, you’ve broken through?” Feng Shi asked, slightly surprised.
He could see that the aura surrounding the man before him had shifted drastically. His spiritual energy was rich and mellow; he had clearly entered the Jindan stage as well.
Xiao Yuhui nodded, also noticing that Feng Shi had already reached the peak of the Jindan stage. He couldn’t help but give a bitter smile. “Yes, but I still can’t catch up to Shidie.”
Feng Shi rubbed his face awkwardly and said vaguely, “No, Shixiong is still the impressive one.”
This was one of the awkward points in the cultivation world: when a junior surpassed a senior, both sides tended to feel a bit uneasy.
By tacit agreement, the two steered the conversation away from that topic.
Xiao Yuhui asked, “Where is Shizun? I heard that Shizun would be coming this time as well.”
Just as he finished speaking, a slightly cool hand reached out from behind and grabbed Feng Shi’s hand.
One by one, fingers were threaded through the gaps between Feng Shi’s, locking tight. Only then did the hand stop moving, seemingly satisfied.
Feng Shi’s back stiffened. He felt a current of electricity shoot from his waist straight to the top of his head. Smiling guiltily, he said, “Shizun… he came, but he has some matters to handle, so…”
Xiao Yuhui suspected nothing. His gaze landed on Feng Shi’s face, his mind filled with a thousand thoughts. Yet, it also felt as if they had never been apart during these last two years; he couldn’t suppress the deep infatuation in his heart.
“Alright, then I will pay my respects later.”
Feng Shi kept his hands behind his back. His palms were slightly sweaty, and he was being made a bit absent-minded. “Um, well, Shixiong, I’ll head to my room to check things out first.”
Xiao Yuhui wanted to say something more, but in the end, he didn’t speak. He simply reached out to gently pat Feng Shi’s head and said with a smile, “Go on.”
Feng Shi pulled Shen Songhe along as they walked away quickly.
Once they were inside the room with the door closed, he finally managed to pry the other person’s hand away with some effort.
Shen Songhe shed his disguise and revealed himself. He looked elegant and lofty, with absolutely no self-awareness of having done something mischievous.
His lips were pale, giving him a sickly and weak appearance.
Looking at him like this, Feng Shi had no place to vent his anger. After all, if it weren’t for him, Shen Songhe wouldn’t have come to a place like this.
Just as he was thinking, a hand was suddenly placed gently on Feng Shi’s head, rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure.
“What are you doing?” Feng Shi tilted his head to dodge, asking in confusion.
Shen Songhe lowered his eyes. His hand slid down from the top of the head and pinched Feng Shi’s soft earlobe.
“He can touch you, but I can’t?”
After hearing this, Feng Shi’s brow twitched. He was so angry he laughed. “Shen Songhe, are you the reincarnation of Sister Lin? Why are you speaking in such a ‘Lin-like’ manner?”
Shen Songhe: “?”
Feng Shi brushed his hand away and turned around to use spiritual energy to boil the water in the kettle. “He’s my Shixiong. What’s wrong with a little pat? He’s not like you.” Always trying to take small advantages.
Shen Songhe fell silent.
He had watched Xiao Yuhui grow up; he knew exactly what kind of character the man had.
Therefore, he was certain that the way Xiao Yuhui looked at Feng Shi was by no means as innocent as Feng Shi had just claimed.
Xiao Yuhui harbored the same feelings for Feng Shi that he did.
However, for the moment, Shen Songhe did not speak up to point it out.
The person he had liked for a hundred years, the person he had waited for and guarded for a century—how could he easily hand him over to someone else?
Even if that “someone else” was the disciple he had raised with his own hands.
“Don’t let others touch you in the future, alright?”
Feng Shi sneered, “Why?”
What a child.
Primary schooler behavior.
How did he make it sound like Feng Shi was some scumbag who constantly let others touch him?
“Don’t you have plenty of ‘confidantes’ yourself? So many people admire you?”
As he spoke, Feng Shi’s tongue slipped, and he blurted out the question that had been stifled in his heart since earlier.
Shen Songhe was uncharacteristically stunned. He asked in return, “Where did I get any ‘confidantes’ from?”
Feng Shi took a sip of bitter tea, his face wrinkling. Thinking that he had already asked anyway, he continued, “Isn’t Immortal Sheng Lan one?”
Upon hearing this, the expression on Shen Songhe’s face returned to its usual indifference. “She isn’t. It’s unrequited.”
After a moment, he added seriously with a frown, “I find her annoying, too.”
“Pfft!” Feng Shi couldn’t help but laugh.
No matter how you looked at it, Sheng Lan was a great beauty, yet in the end, she only earned a “annoying” from Shen Songhe.
But then again, thinking about Immortal Sheng Lan’s “adorable” hobby…
Yeah… it actually made sense when put that way.
Shen Songhe realized a bit late that Feng Shi’s words were laced with jealousy. A slight smile appeared on his face as he leaned close to Feng Shi and said in a low voice, “No matter how troublesome Xiaoshi is, this Master will never find you annoying.”
Feng Shi also smiled, albeit insincerely. “But I find you annoying.”
Knowing that he was just being stubborn, Shen Songhe simply smiled and didn’t call him out.
/
There were approximately ten days left before the Wenxin Secret Realm would open.
The blizzard brought by the secret realm arrived in the evening. However, being deep within Hanzhong City, they wouldn’t be too heavily affected.
Feng Shi was immersed in his personal space refining pills. It was sunny and peaceful there.
[Host, you’re about to enter the secret realm. Won’t you consider browsing the mall for some items? There’s a limited-time 5% discount on mall products right now.]
Feng Shi remained unmoved. “Why isn’t it 31% off? This isn’t a good deal.”
Qingqing: […]
[Let me give you a little spoiler in advance: this trip to the secret realm will be fraught with danger. All the prominent figures are gathering. Demon Lord Pei Qi and Monster King Hei Mang will both be there. When the immortals start fighting, it’ll be hard for you to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.]
Hearing “Pei Qi’s” name gave Feng Shi a headache. The guy was like a piece of dog skin plaster—he stuck to you wherever you went.
Pei Qi’s current realm was unknown, but it was definitely not low. His arrival was a threat to everyone.
Under normal circumstances, this kind of secret realm provided opportunities for the younger generation. The true big shots of the two realms weren’t supposed to interfere to avoid unnecessary conflicts.
But Pei Qi was actually coming this time. Who knew what kind of foul scheme he was cooking up?
The fault lay with the original novel; every chapter was spent trying to find ways to have “meat” (explicit scenes), while all official business was glossed over. For Feng Shi, aside from providing a head full of “H” waste material, it had no value.
Recalling the words Pei Qi had left behind last time, Feng Shi realized that no matter what he was here for, he would definitely stop by to settle scores with him.
Thinking of this, Feng Shi sighed and reluctantly opened the panel.
Before entering the mall, he remembered he hadn’t done his daily check-in and lucky draw yet, so he detoured to his personal homepage first.
The lucky draw wheel spun rapidly. Feng Shi let out a yawn, lazily waiting for the result.
He hadn’t harbored much hope, but who would have thought that as the pointer slowly came to a halt, it actually landed on a long-unseen bright red section?
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Feng Shi’s yawn got stuck. Although he wasn’t short on money now, getting something for free was always great.
[Congratulations, Host! You finally hit the jackpot again! Mwah mwah mwah!]
Feng Shi rubbed his eyes. That’s right, he hadn’t misread it.
[Ta-da! Congratulations to the Host for obtaining one Survival Gift Pack! It can be unsealed during moments of life-and-death crisis! No fee required!]
Feng Shi: This system is a real one! When things go down, it really does give out gift packs!
After confirming, he quickly raised his hand to collect it into his account. He tried tapping the gift pack icon, only to find a prompt appearing: This can only be triggered when the system detects that your life is in danger.
Feng Shi’s excitement instantly cooled. “Oh. A blind box.”
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