Chapter 151: The Self-Destructive Su Lan Qian
At the dining table, Bai Yu Mo kept grabbing slices of meat and tossing them into the pot, smiling all the while—clearly in a very good mood. Maybe she’d just won the lottery of deliciousness?
“Brother, you should eat more,” Bai Feng said, plucking a meat slice, rolling it around in the dipping sauce, then glancing at the busy Bai Yu Mo and asking, “Anything interesting happen while I was closed?”
“Nope,” Bai Yu Mo shook her head, then suddenly remembered something and added hurriedly, “Actually, there is one thing — the Holy Land of Central Continent and the sects of the Northern Region are officially collaborating. So, soon, someone from the Holy Land will come to the North. According to tradition, we’ll probably have to spar with their disciples.”
“Oh, so they really teamed up…” Bai Feng nodded, not too surprised.
Apparently, the Divine Monarch Black Lotus’s recent antics had angered the Holy Land of Central Continent. Those holy places are pretty prideful, and the Divine Monarch sticking her hand into the Northern Region’s affairs was like giving them a slap in the face.
Meanwhile, the sects in the North were also irritated by the Divine Monarch’s support for the Demonic Path. So, uniting to take down the Demonic Path? Not shocking at all.
But honestly, he was more worried about the Holy Land’s disciples.
There must be quite a few Luck Child candidates there, right? With his current Luck Points, he’d probably get mobbed by them.
Fortunately, he probably wouldn’t need to meet them in combat. But if there were Array contests, well… he might have to show up then.
He silently hoped that the Holy Land of Central Continent didn’t have any Array geniuses.
‘Master Liu Meng probably knows a thing or two about the Array geniuses in the Holy Land. I should ask later,’ Bai Feng thought.
After pondering for a moment, his peripheral vision caught that his small bowl was already filled with meat slices — a little mountain of meat, in fact.
He silently looked at Bai Yu Mo, who was acting oblivious, then took half the meat and stuffed it into her bowl.
“You’re cooking so much meat. Why? Just eat half yourself. Don’t waste food!”
“Oh…” Bai Yu Mo weakly nodded, then scooped some of the slices from Bai Feng’s bowl into her mouth.
Later, Bai Feng was about to go ask Master Liu Meng some Array questions. He’d be gone for a while, so no need to rush dinner.
He casually mentioned, “I’ll be back late, so you don’t need to hurry with dinner.”
Really, it’s common sense—not saying much. But since Bai Yu Mo’s mood seemed a bit unstable just now, and to prevent the system from flooding her with Luck Points again, he decided to give her a heads-up.
“Mm,” Bai Yu Mo nodded, a small smile creeping up her lips—the kind that looked like a husband chatting with his wife.
Then, she suddenly remembered something and looked up at Bai Feng, asking, “Brother, I ran into some problems while practicing. Can we spar when you get back?”
“Sure. I want to see how much my strength has improved since I broke through to the Golden Core Stage.”
…
“Already at Golden Core Stage? I thought you only closed for seven days?”
Liu Meng looked at Bai Feng approaching and showed a hint of surprise.
This didn’t seem like the effort of an average genius!
Bai Feng shook his head. “After so many battles and countless pills, if I didn’t break through to the Golden Core Stage now, I’d be pretty embarrassed.”
“That’s true. Your experience in the Golden Core stage is definitely more exciting than mine,” Liu Meng said with a smile, then asked, “You don’t usually come bother me for no reason. Did you run into some Array problem?”
“I didn’t want to disturb Master’s peace,” Bai Feng admitted awkwardly. “But I do have some questions. Also, I wanted to ask if the Holy Land of Central Continent has any genius Array Masters.”
“Array Masters from the Holy Land…” Liu Meng pondered for a few seconds. “Their Arrays are pretty interesting — related to Immortal formations, I hear. But in recent years, I haven’t heard of any Array genius coming out of the Holy Land, not even anyone matching Lan Qian’s talent.”
Mentioning Su Lan Qian, she seemed to recall her stagnant cultivation caused by Heart Demon. She sighed, “By the way, if you don’t have anything urgent, go find Lan Qian. She’s been reluctant to go out recently. I tried talking her out of it, but it didn’t work.”
“Understood, Master.”
Bai Feng nodded, puzzled. He remembered he had left quite a few personal items for Su Lan Qian before his retreat—wrapped in a silk thread of his divine consciousness, meant to block her Heart Demon during these days.
Could it be that the items weren’t enough?
He decided to ask carefully this time. Su Lan Qian was his key assistant—many Array disks he auctioned off were actually made by her. She couldn’t have an accident.
“Alright, spill it. I still need to keep studying that gift you sent me,” Bai Feng said seriously.
“Master, have you figured out that Array fragment yet?”
Bai Feng looked surprised, but then remembered it was crafted by an unknown Immortal—probably not easy to decipher or restore.
“Nope, I have no idea where you got such a complex and profound Array fragment. I’ve been at it for a long time and only have a little clue,” Liu Meng shook her head. “If you’re interested, next time we can help me research it together. With your current level, you should be able to contribute.”
“Alright, Master.”
Bai Feng nodded. He’d always been curious about that terrain Array fragment. Too many things to do, so he left it be. Now that Liu Meng was leading the research, he naturally wanted to join in.
…
In Su Lan Qian’s home.
A dim, windowless bedroom.
She lay on the bed, with several of Bai Feng’s personal items beside her, clutching a half-used pencil.
Bai Feng’s items could block Heart Demon, but couldn’t stop the swirling emotions in her heart.
Everyone else was progressing—Bai Feng had long since reached the late Golden Core Stage before his retreat—but she was stuck at early Golden Core because of Heart Demon.
This filled her with panic—fear of falling behind, of being abandoned or ignored.
Even recalling her former glory as a genius, her current inability to advance made her feel even more miserable and distressed.
“Senior Sister Su, are you home?”
Suddenly, a voice interrupted her wandering thoughts.
That voice…
Su Lan Qian’s expression suddenly turned anxious. She didn’t know why she felt this way—she really wanted to see Bai Feng, but now she was afraid to face him.
“Senior Sister Su?”
She raised her hand slightly but ultimately curled up under the blanket, pretending she wasn’t home.
The knocking gradually subsided, as if the person had left.
She breathed a sigh of relief but also felt a bit disappointed.
Then, she heard the door being pushed open and footsteps approaching, and she hurriedly covered her head with the blanket.
