Chapter 111: Welcome Home, Master…
“Another exhausting day done! So tired, so very tired!”
Bai Feng stretched his arms, fluffing his body like a cat out of energy. As the grand formation he was working on reached higher progress, the difficulty wasn’t easing up — in fact, it was getting downright treacherous.
After finishing his assigned part, he collapsed mentally, feeling like he hadn’t slept in three days straight.
He’d always thought—given his mastery of array formations—building a big formation wouldn’t be that hard, or at least not impossible. Yet now he was realizing he’d been mistaken.
He could read the design diagrams of the formation, even with all those structures Liu Meng added in her own style—after some pondering, he understood them all. No problem there.
But the issue was his cultivation level. It’s like his master, Liu Meng, from start to finish, hadn’t taken a break, kept building array after array nonstop. And he? Working an entire day drained him like he’d gone ten rounds with a tiger.
‘Guess I’d better level up again!’
Bai Feng sighed, but he kept cultivating. The pills his sect sent him each month he gobbled up like a greedy brat. Yet his talent was so-so, and cultivation progress was painfully slow.
To speed things up, his only hope was relying on the system.
But the problem was, his goal was to increase his power for survival—yet the system only kept shoving Luck Points at him, demanding his life in return.
Even if his cultivation rose, his hatred points capped out, and soon enough, the entire world’s lucky children would team up to hunt him down, the big boss.
Just thinking about it made him shiver!
“Guess I’ll just take it slow.”
His talent might be average, but he wasn’t incapable of cultivation. Patience would eventually pay off.
Lost in thought, Bai Feng reached the door of his house.
He placed his hand on the door handle, ready to open it, but before he could apply any force, the door swung open on its own.
“Welcome home, master… Uh, brother!”
Instead of Bai Feng, Bai Yu Mo, dressed in a black-and-white maid outfit, blushed shyly, eyes glued to her skirt, dare not look at Bai Feng.
“……”
Bai Feng blinked. Probably fatigue was messing with his mind again. Maybe he was seeing things.
He reached out, trying to close and reopen the door, but—before he could—Bai Yu Mo hurriedly stuck out her little foot, stopping the door’s closing.
Her hands grasped the door tightly: “Brother, what’s wrong? Do you dislike it?”
“Wait, wait—why are you wearing a maid outfit?”
Bai Feng paused, rubbing his forehead. It was impossible not to feel confused.
“Because I wanted you to relax more,” Bai Yu Mo shifted her gaze slightly, fingers nervously clutching her skirt. “And… I remembered you mentioned maids at the auction. It felt quite fitting…”
“……”
Sis, your concern is heartwarming, but this isn’t exactly helping me relax.
Seeing that Bai Feng hadn’t responded for a while, Bai Yu Mo silently looked up, face a little anxious: “Brother, don’t you like it?”
“No, I do like it,” Bai Feng quickly became alert—no way was he going to give the system an inch. He shook his head hurriedly: “It’s just… not used to it. The difference from your usual image is a bit much.”
Bai Yu Mo’s smile returned: “Just look at it more, then you’ll get used to it!”
Bai Feng let out a relieved sigh—good, quick reaction. He was glad he caught on fast.
“Well then, brother, I’ve already made dinner! Come inside and eat,” Bai Yu Mo said eagerly, grabbing Bai Feng’s arm and pulling him toward the house.
In no time, Bai Feng sat at the table, enjoying the usual delicious meal she prepared.
He initially thought Bai Yu Mo only wore the maid outfit on a whim, but after finishing his meal, he saw her carrying a pastry resembling a cake.
“This is today’s dessert,” she said softly.
Bai Yu Mo placed the treat in front of Bai Feng, took a deep breath, and pulled a small red-syrup-filled bag from her storage pouch, shaped like a cone.
She pinched the top, carefully squeezing out red jam onto the pastry, drawing a heart shape. Then she tucked away the jam and shyly held her hands in front of her chest, making a ‘heart’ sign.
She seemed to overestimate her own shyness, doing half the motion before blushing so fiercely her brain nearly stopped.
Her mouth opened, words barely coming out: “Ple… p, please enjoy… carefully.”
“If you’re shy, there’s no need to push yourself,” Bai Feng chuckled at her obvious embarrassment but also admiration—her effort was adorable.
“First… give it a try,” she said softly.
Bai Yu Mo covered her face with both hands—shy and tearful. The first time effect was the best, but her shyness wrecked it all, ruining her plan completely!
Bai Feng pressed a spoon into the pastry, took a bite, savoring it carefully before giving her a thumbs-up: “Hmm, not bad. The flavor’s quite good!”
“Ugh…”
Instead of feeling happy from the praise, Bai Yu Mo looked disappointed. That wasn’t what she wanted to hear!
She lowered her head, hurriedly clearing her plate, and ran into the kitchen as if fleeing: “You eat slowly! I’m going to wash the dishes!”
“I’m telling the truth!” Bai Feng laughed and shook his head, continuing to cut another soft piece of cake to enjoy.
……
After the meal, Bai Feng stood by the window, scattering a handful of rice. A few small birds quickly landed, pecking happily.
“Eat slowly, and don’t fight,” he said softly.
He sprinkled some more rice—after filling their bellies, the birds spread their wings and flew toward the west of the city.
Ever since he learned that Li Ming had been listening to music on the flower boat, he’d kept an eye on the western part of the city.
So many days had passed without any issues. The only thing was, Li Ming was going more and more overboard—sending fifth-grade spiritual tools to the flower boat as if they were free.
‘What did that letter say? How could it be so captivating that it traps the luckiest children in it?’
Bai Feng doubted there was something fishy going on. So he increased surveillance on the flower boat to prevent surprises.
Unless the small birds getting close to Li Ming was too obvious for him, he’d love to peek inside that letter.
Apart from that, Xuan Guang City remained peaceful as usual. Even the rogue cultivators, who had been acting up a few days ago, stopped after the Peak Master of Divine Sword Peak gave them a hard lesson and rounded up a bunch.
“Well, I’d better cultivate for a bit,” Bai Feng decided. “It’s crucial to add more cards to my deck—like learning some new sword techniques from Bai Yu Mo.”
But before that, he still had one thing to do.
He hurried into his bedroom, retrieving the dragon-formed spiritual fire he had recently awakened.
The immortal fire hovered in his palm, unmoving—looked just like it hadn’t developed consciousness.
“Help me refine these materials,” Bai Feng instructed. “I’ve taught you before—you haven’t forgotten, right?”
He placed a pile of materials on the table. The spiritual fire flickered a few times, then floated toward the materials, beginning a slow but steady refining process.
Following Su Lan Qian’s example, another new Palu had joined him.
