Chapter 146: Bai Yu Mo’s Refresh Rate Is Getting Out of Control
“Hey, just out of curiosity—does the Peak Lord of Purple Cloud Peak blocking my door mean she’s just punishing Brother Luo, or is she actually planning to apologize?”
Bai Feng was dying to know if the Peak Lord of Purple Cloud Peak could keep her stubborn face even when confronted with blatant proof of her madness.
“It’s an apology,” Lin Yan said, with a dismissive curl of his lip. “And she even wants Brother Luo to return to Purple Cloud Peak, said she’s willing to compensate him. Pfft! What was she doing all this time?”
Well, isn’t that just perfect! The plot twist was hitting all the right notes!
So, with the it’s-more-fun-to-watch-from-the-bleachers attitude, Bai Feng nodded in agreement: “Exactly! The flying sword hit the wall, and she still thought it was turned around? Her snot was dripping and she just kept shaking it off? Why didn’t she do this earlier? Honestly, Brother Luo shouldn’t have any ties to Purple Cloud Peak anymore—forget that traitor. For all those years he was there, he was barely regarded as a person, let alone a disciple. Should he go back to live as a slave again?”
“Rest assured, Junior Brother Bai. I Luo Chen can swear right here—on my sword—that I will never step foot on Purple Cloud Peak again in this lifetime!”
Luo Chen shook his head resolutely. Since mastering the Ruthless Sword Technique, he had already let go of everything from his past. There was no way he was returning to Purple Cloud Peak.
“Actually, what matters more now isn’t what Brother Luo thinks,” Lin Yan sighed dramatically, “but how to dodge the Peak Lord of Purple Cloud Peak. Because of my close relationship with Brother Luo, her gang has been blocking my door nonstop lately.”
“I suggest you guys lay low for a bit. It’s only a matter of time before those folks from Purple Cloud Peak find me here. Luckily, Teacher Chun Qiu just released a new limited-edition merchandise line. In a couple of days, they’ll be selling it together with the new batch of Chun Qiu’s gadgets. Talk about timing!”
Bai Feng really didn’t want to wake up facing a bunch of crazy women gathering at his doorstep again. That thought alone was pretty terrifying. Better send these two away quick.
“Really?” Lin Yan’s eyes lit up like a child who just saw free candy, and he shot upright. “Thanks for the tip, Bai Bro. We’ll get out of your hair now.”
“Alright, take care!”
Bai Feng waved them off, watching as Lin Yan and Luo Chen hurriedly disappeared out the door.
But less than half an hour after they left, the door was suddenly hammered with frantic knocking.
He pushed the door open and saw the Peak Lord of Purple Cloud Peak standing solemnly outside. Well, at least she left quickly—if she’d started squawking for a fight, things might’ve become a battleground for sure.
“Um, did Peak Lord Lu come to see me? Is there something?”
Her tone was urgent, a stark contrast to her usual aloofness.
“Did Brother Luo come by here?”
Her tone was urgent, quite unlike her usual cold demeanor.
“…No,” Bai Feng shook his head, then feigned confusion. “I heard Brother Luo joined Divine Sword Peak? Why is Peak Lord Lu looking for him?”
The Peak Lord of Purple Cloud Peak was silent for a few seconds. Instead of answering, she shook her head and said, “…Sorry for the bother.”
And with that, she turned and left.
‘Wow, is she really that easy to talk to?’ Bai Feng didn’t expect her to leave so cleanly. Did she really think she’d keep pestering? He was already preparing to close the door when suddenly, he saw Chu Ning Yan standing far away, waving and smiling at him.
He immediately understood: “Master.”
Chu Ning Yan nodded, and though she was far away, her voice still reached him clearly: “If she dares to come again, just call on me. I got it.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Bai Feng hurriedly nodded, grateful.
It seemed his master was quite aware that the Peak Lord of Purple Cloud Peak was a bit… eccentric.
…
“Big bro, want some fruit?”
Bai Yu Mo approached carrying a tray of spiritual fruits, then plopped down right next to Bai Feng.
Bai Feng put down his brush. His current scene was a page filled with dense text, mixed with a few abstract diagrams. He glanced at Bai Yu Mo—why did it feel like ever since she moved in next door, her refresh rate at his house had gone through the roof?
She used to only show up during meals; now, during the daytime, she’d randomly stroll past his house.
He picked up a spiritual fruit and took a bite. “Why no practice today?”
“I’ve been practicing all morning,” Bai Yu Mo shook her head, then looked concerned. “I just saw the Peak Lord of Purple Cloud Peak come around. Did she do anything to you?”
Bai Feng shook his head. “She’s a peak lord, what could she do? Besides, our master is watching over me!”
“But I recently heard the Peak Lord’s mental state isn’t so great,” Bai Yu Mo whispered. “She even fiercely protected her little disciple—a move only the Divine Sword Peak Peak Lord could handle. Now, she still wants to secretly protect that disciple, huh?”
“That’s not the case,” Bai Yu Mo shook her head. “The evidence was solid—Divine Sword Peak’s Peak Lord personally delivered it. But it seems he made a sarcastic remark when giving her the proof; ever since then, her mental state’s been shaky. She keeps running over to Luo Chen’s place every day.”
Bai Feng fell silent. He had never heard of the Purple Cloud Sword Technique affecting a person’s intelligence!
How did the Peak Lord of Purple Cloud Peak even become the peak lord anyway?
“…How do you know so much?” he looked at Bai Yu Mo. She was usually busy training or practicing her swordsmanship.
“Come on, I’m the senior apprentice sister!” Bai Yu Mo puffed up a little. “And when I buy groceries, I overhear disciples talking about this stuff too.”
“I forgot all about that!” Bai Feng chuckled awkwardly. Bai Yu Mo’s presence as Senior Sister was sadly underwhelming; he hurriedly apologized, “Sorry, Senior Sister. I, uh, owe you one.”
“Big bro—!” Bai Yu Mo instantly got madder. She snatched the half-eaten spiritual fruit from Bai Feng’s hands. “No more for you!”
Bai Feng was unbothered. He smiled and shook his head. “Alright, alright, no jokes. I’ll finish writing this part of the textbook first, then I’ll practice swords with you later.”
“Good—deal!” Bai Yu Mo nodded happily, but suddenly, her eyes widened in confusion at the jumble of characters on his paper. She felt dizzy. “Big bro, what are you writing?”
“Master Sister Yu Yao has an employee with a good talent for array formations. I plan to train him—teach him the basics first. This is the instruction manual I’ve put together.”
Bai Feng explained simply.
He had a few books that covered basic array theory, but either the content was too weak, or it was cluttered with personal insights, making it hard for beginners to understand. Especially since his staff wasn’t aiming to become traditional array mages, but just needed simple foundational skills. He decided to compile his own guide.
After all, whether he could earn money while lying down in the future depended on this.
“Hmm…” Bai Yu Mo nodded. “In that case, I won’t bother you anymore. I’ll go cook dinner.”
She then hurried off to the kitchen.
Bai Feng watched her leave, then turned back to his textbook. Midway through, he suddenly remembered—wait, where was that spiritual fruit I was eating half of?
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Bai Yu Mo casually tossed the seedless spiritual fruit core into the trash can.
