Chapter 106: Thanks for a Few Words, Let Him Explode More Gold Coins
As the last note faded, everyone on the flower boat finally snapped out of it.
“Wow, that was so beautiful! Miss Chun’er not only looks stunning, but her piano playing is so amazing! If I could marry Miss Chun’er, I’d make her play me a tune every single day!”
“You’re just thinking about eating pebbles!”
“Well, maybe it’s not such a bad idea. If I could marry Miss Chun’er, I wouldn’t want her to play the piano all the time. She should be playing only for me!”
“Exactly! Better yet, she should use her feet to play for me! Just imagining Miss Chun’er’s tiny feet, wrapped in silk all day, pressed right on me… Si…!”
“Whoa, that’s too much, I’m getting dizzy!”
‘Vain!’
Hearing the crowd’s chatter around him, Li Ming couldn’t help but curl his lips.
What a bunch of superficial fools only caring about looks—completely blind to the emotions woven into Chun’er’s melodies.
Meanwhile, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly—he wondered what had befallen Miss Chun’er, causing her miserable fate of being on this flower boat.
He remembered the quarrel earlier this morning on the boat; surely Miss Chun’er had suffered quite a bit here.
He even overheard others talking—how Chun’er only sold her talents, not her body. Many rich kids and even young masters from big families happily paid high prices, hoping Miss Chun’er would entertain them for a night, but she refused each time.
Maybe that’s why she’s so disliked?
Yet here he was, meeting a girl brave enough to fight fate at this flower boat. Perhaps her tragic past had forged her resilient spirit.
The more he thought about it, the tighter Li Ming clenched his fist: ‘Miss Chun’er, I swear I will save you from this boat!’
First step: writing her a letter!
He signaled a maid to bring him paper, then cynically used a sword he’d originally planned to gift Gu Yue Qing as a reward, sending it as a gift of appreciation.
He believed that with this sword, he’d be qualified to pen a letter to Chun’er tonight.
Late at night.
Chun’er sat in her room, toyingly fiddling with a delicate gold bracelet.
“Miss, here’s tonight’s letter.” A girl dressed in green pushed open the door. “I hear it’s from a disciple of the Cloud Piercing Sect—he was quite generous, after all, gave a Fifth-Grade Spiritual Tool just like that.”
“Hmph, so he took the bait, huh!”
Chun’er’s innocence and sadness from earlier vanished, replaced with a charming smile.
Ever since Li Ming first came to the west of the city, she’d been paying attention. Bored waiting around, she dropped some bait, hoping to catch a fish.
Maybe she could use this guy’s identity a little.
And playing the pure maiden in places like this isn’t just funny—it’s downright delightful. Just act a little innocent, and those fools will start fantasizing themselves—and take the bait.
“Little Fish, what did he write?”
Chun’er reclined lazily in a chair, plucking a grape into her mouth.
“He says he can hear your sorrow in your piano music, and asks if you’re facing some kind of trouble.”
“Hah, how cliché,” Chun’er chuckled softly. She tapped her fingers on the table thoughtfully, then faced Little Fish and said, “Use an amazed tone to reply how you discovered this, make up some trouble casually, then thank him and ask him to blow more Spiritual Tools. And the ones he rewards you with—just split them among yourselves.”
Little Fish’s eyes lit up, quickly nodding: “Yes, Miss!”
…
“Finally done!”
Bai Feng stretched lazily, looking at his array disk with a rare smile.
To crush his enemies’ pride, he’d deliberately used a bit more material to beef up the Golden Armor Array—basically cranking up its parameters.
Now, besides better defense, the array could hold much more volume—no problem holding not just Gu Yue Qing, but even overlapped efforts of Gu Yue Qing and Gu Cheng Zhuo!
Plus, while tweaking the array disk, he thought of making a little toy.
The portable array disk has a flaw: to maintain its strength, it can’t be moved once activated. That meant people could only move within the array’s range.
But he’d modified it—greatly reducing the array’s strength to allow mobility.
And he added a cool effect—made a semi-transparent film into a knightly armor shape. Sacrificed a bit of defense for more handsome looks!
“Let’s… eh, start.”
Bai Feng picked up the array disk, suddenly remembering that Su Lan Qian was still inside. He quickly changed his tone, whispering softly.
A flash of golden light. Bai Feng was now clad in a sleek, semi-transparent armor.
“Too bad it’s semi-transparent—I wonder if I can combine it with refining to make real armor, and actually boost the defense.”
He tapped the armor lightly—its defense was a bit weak, more of a cool accessory than real gear. Fighting? Forget it.
Maybe later, when he learns refining or whenever the system gifts him… I mean, *when I* get some system rewards—pfft! Self-made, system! I’ll learn it myself. The system can crawl for all I care!
He casually tucked the array disk away, then turned to look at Su Lan Qian.
“Senior Sister Su, I’ll call it a night for now…”
He stopped abruptly—surprised to find Su Lan Qian had already fallen asleep at her desk, a huge pile of array disks in front of her.
“Is she… working herself to d*ath?”
Data-wise, Bai Feng’s conscience twitched a little. He looked outside—darkening sky, probably around two or three in the morning.
Almost pulled another all-nighter!
He shook his head, not waking her. Gently, he scooped her up and placed her on the nearby sofa.
Though made of wood, the sofa was padded with a soft cushion, so she’d be comfy lying down.
He then draped her long robe over her, remembering that at the Golden Core stage, she shouldn’t be afraid of the cold.
But once covered, removing it again felt a bit strange.
He also remembered Su Lan Qian had been troubled by Heart Demons—asking for her personal items was probably just to suppress them. Since she made so many array disks for him, he decided to give her a little hidden reward.
Finished, he turned back to his research on portable formations.
As he left, an unexpected blush appeared on Su Lan Qian’s face. She quietly stretched out her hand, pulling her robe up a little, nearly shading her face completely.
She had woken when Bai Feng found her but chose to pretend to be asleep, not quite sure why. Maybe just… because she wanted to.
‘I feel so mean,’ she thought quietly. But she kept her actions subtle—turned over carefully, then grabbed the corner of her robe, bringing it close to her nose and taking a gentle breath.
Such a rich scent, so calming…
This was the end of the excerpt.
