Chapter 109: Cowardly? I Dare to Dream!
Liu Meng sighed as she watched Bai Feng, knowing full well that he was not just some prodigy with a freakish talent—no, no—unlike Su Lan Qian, who once loved to slack off just because he had good talent, Bai Feng was truly working his b*tt off. She watched him study array knowledge every day and even, after receiving the Thousand Array Sect’s inheritance, created a Portable Array Disk—cue epic background music.
She knew how tough it was to create a new array system from the already mature and complete array system—so many trial and errors, so much brain damage! And yet, Bai Feng pulled it off. That’s not just talent; that’s ten kinds of hard work mixed with a sprinkle of genius.
“Um, do you want some tea?”
A voice from afar jerked her back from her thoughts. She turned her gaze to the speaker—Su Lan Qian, her beloved disciple. But wait, she wasn’t talking to Liu Meng. Nope, she was chatting with Bai Feng, who was lounging on a recliner.
Liu Meng couldn’t help but crack a smile at their interaction. Looks like her decision to stay at Heavenly Sword Sect was totally right.
Unfortunately, Su Lan Qian was crushed by a genius talent in the talent department—by Bai Feng’s standards, she was pretty much a saint now. But hey, that was her lucky break: she met a genius who actually helps her—the mesmerizing Bai Feng.
Liu Meng observed as Su Lan Qian slowly crawled out of her shell, starting to learn array techniques again, and their relationship was getting better. With such a talented helper, Su Lan Qian was bound to surpass even Liu Meng herself someday.
She had high hopes that, with Bai Feng’s influence and help, Su Lan Qian would eliminate her Heart Demon and go even farther—beyond her teacher.
At this moment, Su Lan Qian had no idea how much Liu Meng believed in her. Just as she reached for an empty tea cup, her eyes flicked to the rim—then she snuck the cup into her storage pouch.
Her storage pouch now overflowed with Bai Feng’s used items. Oops.
Night fell. Many rested, but some just got started—the party was only just beginning.
“Miss Chun’er! I am your dog!”
“Dog Bro, why are you calling so early this time?”
“Sigh, I just wanna see Miss Chun’er in white silk.”
“Heretic! Miss Chun’er should be barefoot. I don’t even want to imagine how delicious that smooth, white thigh must taste with a licking!”
“Coward, I dare to dream!”
“Bare legs to lick, white silk to lick—only then can you be truly healthy!”
The flower boat was as lively as ever. Li Ming sat in a secluded corner, gently swirling his tea. Over the past few days, through exchanging letters, his relationship with Miss Chun’er had grown closer.
However, she still clung to fantasies about the city lord’s mansion. Her replies sometimes hinted she hoped they’d help her. That’s when he scolded the city lord’s mansion and shared his own story—after that, she stopped mentioning them altogether.
But he also learned her true feelings. In his letter, he subtly suggested that even without the city lord’s help, he could help her leave the flower boat and regain her freedom, live her own life.
She didn’t reply directly, but she did leak some information about the power behind the flower boat, warning him not to act impulsively.
Obviously, Chun’er was worried about him. Her heart… uh, I mean, her concern was real.
Li Ming cleared his throat—he’s not the superficial type. He just couldn’t stand seeing a girl with ambition trapped on that flower boat.
‘My funds are running out, and while I can craft spiritual artifacts to sell, that means I lose the right to write to Chun’er,’ Li Ming mused, glancing over the people on the flower boat. He was pretty confident he could rescue her. ‘Tonight, I’ll tell Chun’er and have her prepare herself.’
Forget about Gu Yue Qing—no way he was leaving Chun’er suffering in that hellhole!
He waved at a maid and tossed his tips at her.
Meanwhile, Bai Feng fixated on the little map with a thoughtful look.
From the intel sent by the Bird Messenger, Li Ming was really mingling at the brothels—listening to songs. It seemed he was even drunk on the job.
He’d seen him hide away to craft spiritual artifacts during the day, then take the finished products to the flower boat at night and toss some rewards for a singer named Chun’er.
Hmm, this name sounds oddly familiar… Could it be a new alias for that Demon Woman?
But the Peak Master of Divine Sword Peak had already scoured the city—inside and out—including the flower boat, the prime hiding spot for Demonic Path cultivators.
Coincidence?
Hmm. Better dispatch a few more birds to keep an eye on that boat.
Given the crucial period for constructing the big array, if the Demonic Path folks dared attack, it’d probably happen in the next few days.
“Big bro, dinner’s ready!”
Bai Yu Mo carried the dishes out of the kitchen. Originally, the guest rooms had no kitchen, so she had someone install a new one—her reason? She thought using the existing kitchen would bother others and make delivering food inconvenient. Better to just set up a new kitchen, she figured.
Bai Feng agreed; Bai Yu Mo’s reasoning made sense, so he let her do her thing.
“Big bro, you seem a bit tired lately—was constructing array formations too exhausting?”
Bai Yu Mo pulled out a chair beside Bai Feng and sat down to watch him.
“Yeah, the big formation is much more complex than normal arrays—plus I also have to keep up with my studies,” Bai Feng chewed a piece of fatty pork, just like he liked.
Having a sister who can cook is awesome. Nothing beats returning home after a long day to a hot meal.
Bai Yu Mo pondered for a moment, then proposed, “When you’re done eating, how about I give your shoulders a massage?”
“Sure,” Bai Feng nodded, “I’ve been carving a lot of arrays today, my shoulders are sore.”
“Leave it to me! I’ve read all the massage books!” Bai Yu Mo grinned confidently. “In the future, if you’re tired, just come find me for a massage!”
Seeing her confident face, Bai Feng couldn’t help but smile. “Well, I’ll look forward to it.”
After dinner…
“Brother, just lie here,” Bai Yu Mo patted the soft cushion on the sofa, with a pillow already set. “Take off your clothes too.”
“Take off my clothes?”
Bai Feng thought she’d just be giving him a shoulder rub while sitting on a chair. Wasn’t expecting her to be so professional.
“Of course. It’ll work better without clothes,” Bai Yu Mo said as she stepped up to him, helping to undo his shirt. “Just take off your top; I’m your little sister, no need to be shy.”
“Hold on, I can do it myself.”
Bai Feng waved her off hurriedly. He peeled off his long robe and white shirt underneath, then flopped onto the sofa.
Seeing Bai Yu Mo’s eagerness, he didn’t want to crush her enthusiasm.
“Big bro, I’m starting now!” Bai Yu Mo suppressed her excitement, taking a deep breath. Her small, warm hands lightly pressed on Bai Feng’s back. “If you’re tired, just relax and rest a bit.”
“Mm…”
Bai Feng responded casually, feeling the gentle pressure of her hands on his shoulders and back. It was a little awkward at first—sometimes too hard, sometimes too soft—but overall, it was quite comfortable.
Initially, her strength was uneven—either too much or too little—but after a while, Bai Yu Mo got the hang of it. Not so hard as to hurt, not so soft as to feel useless—just right, with a slight dull ache and tingling, bordering on soreness.
As expected of a genius.
Gradually, under her skilled massage, Bai Feng relaxed, and drowsiness crept in. He decided to just lean on the sofa for a quick nap.
Bai Yu Mo saw this and eased her motion, her fingers lightly drifting over Bai Feng’s back, a satisfied smile lingering on her face. She quickly masked her grin, touching her lips to make sure she didn’t look silly, then resumed rubbing his shoulders.
“Big brother… hmm, Bai Feng, rest well.”
She mumbled softly, revealing just a tiny bit of her secret thoughts.
