Chapter 110: Give Li Ming a Good Punch and Throw Him Out
“Miss, the disciple from Cloud Piercing Sect said he wants to take you away. What should I tell him?”
Little Fish held tonight’s letter and walked to Chun Er’s room, asking her as she lounged diagonally on the bed.
“Looks like there’s no more profit to squeeze out.”
Chun Er shook her head boredly. She initially thought that as a genius disciple of Cloud Piercing Sect, he would have some connection to the city lord’s daughter. Turns out, the guy who got driven away a few days ago was him.
So she lost interest in this person. The latest letter, she basically handed over to Little Fish to handle as she pleased. Now that she’d squeezed out his last bit of usefulness, he was pretty much useless.
“Just find an excuse to call him over, then have the guards beat him up and toss him out. Done.”
“Just a beating?”
“If you’ve got a better idea, go ahead. I can give you the decision-making power.” Chun Er shot a glance at the puzzled Little Fish. “But let me remind you, this is a crucial period. Don’t do anything that might expose our identities.”
Little Fish quickly nodded: “Yes…”
“Go on.”
“Yes!”
Once Little Fish closed the door behind him, Chun Er turned to look at the tightly shut window.
Even without opening it to peek outside, she knew a sycophant was waiting outside.
In the past, she’d probably open the window a crack to tease him, watch him embarrass himself, and enjoy the show. But now, she had no such interest.
According to the news from the scattered cultivators, the big formation in Xuan Guang City was nearing a critical moment. Soon, they’d strike together with the Divine Monarch’s people from Central Continent.
When that happens, she could finally…
“Bai Feng, you probably never imagined we’d meet so soon, huh?”
She pinched a spiritual fruit that looked like a cherry, licking its tender surface with her pink tongue.
Thinking back to the last encounter, her enchanting eyes darkened with a trace of coldness. She bit down hard on the skin of the spiritual fruit, draining all the juice and pulp inside, leaving only the rind. “This time, no secret realm suppressing my cultivation. Let’s see how you escape from my grasp.”
“You’re destined to be the Holy Son I teach!”
…
“Yawn~~ Just feels so good to sleep!”
Bai Feng yawned, then lifted his head only to find that outside, the sky had already brightened.
He looked down at the quilt covering him, remembers that Bai Yu Mo had been giving him a massage last night.
Wow, he’d slept surprisingly long.
Slowly, Bai Feng sat up from the sofa. That’s when he noticed Bai Yu Mo sitting on the other end of the sofa, resting.
Huh? Could it be that she didn’t leave last night and stayed in his room?
“Brother, you’re awake?” Bai Yu Mo opened her eyes first before he could ask. “Did you sleep well?”
Bai Feng nodded: “Yeah, very well. It’s been a long time since I slept so comfortably.”
“From now on, I’ll give you massages every day!” Bai Yu Mo suggested with a smile.
“Is that really necessary? And you need to cultivate too,” Bai Feng waved dismissively, rejecting what sounded tempting. “Don’t neglect your cultivation over small things.”
“I practice every day,” Bai Yu Mo mumbled softly. She wasn’t disappointed, nor did she expect Bai Feng to agree.
She continued: “Then I’ll give you massages during this time. Relaxing your muscles will give you more energy the next day, right?”
“Alright, that works. Thank you, then,” Bai Feng nodded, this time not refusing.
Building the big formation was quite tiring, after all.
“Good, then it’s settled.”
Bai Yu Mo smiled triumphantly, as if that was her true purpose.
She got up from the sofa and strode to the kitchen. “Brother, what do you want to eat today?”
“Some noodles,” Bai Feng replied after a few seconds’ thought.
Bai Yu Mo skillfully tied her apron and put her long hair into a single ponytail. “Okay, just wait a moment.”
He watched her walk into the kitchen, then suddenly remembered he hadn’t asked her why she hadn’t gone back to rest.
Thinking for a moment, he simply walked to the kitchen door, peeking inside at Bai Yu Mo busy in the kitchen. There was an odd feeling in his chest—something about the scene seemed…
“Brother? What’s wrong? Do you want something else? If you’re just helping out, don’t worry, I can handle it myself!”
His distraction was broken, and he shook his head before asking, “No, I just wanted to ask—did you not go back to rest last night?”
“Oh, about that…” Bai Yu Mo averted her gaze slightly. After a few seconds, she nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t go back last night.”
She hurriedly added: “Brother, you’ve been building the formation these days, so you may not know—Shen Jian Peak’s sect master caught a group of scattered cultivators recently. They seem connected to the Demon Path. The Demon Path folks probably won’t just sit back and let us build the big formation in Xuan Guang City. I’m worried they’ll come for you.”
“So!” Bai Yu Mo raised her head, hands on her hips, her tone firm. “I’ll be staying here with you these days. That’s our promise—I said I’d protect you!”
‘Huh? Stay at my place all these days?’
Bai Feng pondered for a few seconds. Bai Yu Mo had a point. Not to mention, he had two enemies from the Demon Path with pretty high status.
The demon woman who tried to kidnap him to become the Holy Son—let’s not go there. But for sure, there was Black Lotus from Central Continent. After he destroyed her inheritance, their grudge was set. He didn’t think she’d miss such a good opportunity to get revenge.
So, he nodded: “Fine, then. Thanks.”
Bai Yu Mo’s smile grew a little wider.
“Tonight, I’ll prepare the extra room for you. Sleep in the room next door for now,” she said.
Her smile suddenly vanished.
She hesitated, then argued: “No! If something unexpected happens, I won’t be able to catch up if I’m in the next room! I can sleep on the ground, or put down a mat—I can sit and meditate in the corner of my room without disturbing your sleep.”
“You’re making me look like I’m mistreating you,” Bai Feng quipped, though he was happy she cared. “Okay, fine. I’ll stay in the living room and cultivate with you. I also want to practice swordsmanship more. I’ve been so busy with the array technique lately, I’ve almost forgotten my sword moves.”
Though disappointed inside, Bai Yu Mo knew she couldn’t push further. She nodded: “Sure! If you have questions, just ask me. Want to spar? I’m fine with that too.”
“Then I won’t hold back.”
Bai Feng hadn’t forgotten about the other function of the Yin-Yang Pattern.
He’d been spending most of his time studying formations and seldom fighting, so he’d set aside the other function for now.
But now was the perfect time to use it. With the copy ability of the Yin-Yang Pattern and the fragments of the Sword Dao, he was confident he could learn most of Bai Yu Mo’s sword techniques before the battle began.
