Chapter 173: Why Did Yu Ping An Volunteer Himself?
“Are multi-person Array really this simple?”
A Heavenly Sword Sect disciple scratched his head, feeling all kinds of weird—what’s different from the last time we had a sparring match?
Sure, we managed to set up a multi-person Array before, but it was a chaotic mess—with problems flying everywhere—and Sister Su had to save the day in the end.
Now? Not a single hiccup, and the construction’s much faster too.
“Probably because Bai Disciple is on fire,” another exclaimed admiringly. “Bai Disciple always spots issues before they happen. He’s practically an Array master—way better than us!”
“If only building Arrays was always this easy.”
“Enough chit-chat, hurry up and finish the Array. I can’t wait to give that bunch of arrogant Spirit Sealing Sect folks a good smackdown!”
Meanwhile, Bai Feng withdrew his gaze. The black-and-white shimmer in his eyes faded away like a bad TV signal.
He walked over to Su Lan Qian, watching her carefully carve the core Array runes.
She looked super serious. As Bai Feng approached, she seemed to sense it—tensing up slightly and shifting a few steps toward him. Her tense nerves finally relaxed.
After she completed the last rune, she breathed a sigh of relief, turned to Bai Feng, and asked quietly, “Is that okay?”
“Hmm, excellent work,” Bai Feng gave a big thumbs-up and praised without holding back. “But Sister Su, you should be more confident—just like during the last contest.”
“Yeah…,” she nodded lightly, still keeping her head bowed beside Bai Feng like she always did.
Bai Feng silently cast a glance at her, choosing not to say more. Still, Su Lan Qian was just taking her first step—time would tell how she’d change.
Then, he turned to her again, asking, “Sister Su, now that the Array’s done, do you have any other plans?”
“I’ve already arranged everything,” she hurriedly replied, shifting her gaze. “The Spirit Sealing Sect’s Array isn’t finished yet, and I don’t need to mark the Array nodes or fight—they’re not really my forte. So, I won’t be going in person.”
Bai Feng nodded. “Then we’ll just wait here for the good news.”
Su Lan Qian let out a small breath of relief and stood quietly beside Bai Feng, waiting for the test to finish.
They didn’t wait long. Soon enough, the disciples from Heavenly Sword Sect returned victoriously, cheering loudly.
Though they’re Array magicians, they’re still from Heavenly Sword Sect—so maybe their Arrays aren’t as intricate as Spirit Sealing Sect’s, but their combat power? Way beyond.
Under Heavenly Sword Sect’s relentless assault, the Spirit Sealing Sect’s Array wasn’t enough to hold. It shattered in an instant.
Some Spirit Sealing Sect disciples fought desperately, while others broke through the defensive lines and charged straight at Heavenly Sword Sect, aiming to buy time.
They thought that Heavenly Sword Sect was slow and wanted to attack early, but when they arrived at Heavenly Sword Sect’s territory and saw the completed Array, everyone froze. How could they build such a perfect Array so quickly?
Did Heavenly Sword Sect cheat or what?!
“The contest is over. Heavenly Sword Sect wins this round.”
Spirit Sealing Sect disciples immediately tried to protest, but seeing the elders and higher-ups on stage, they swallowed their complaints, cheeks puffed in disappointment, and retreated.
Down below, Yu Ping An watched the rebellious Spirit Sealing Sect disciples and softly said, “Don’t be jealous. I saw clearly—Bai Feng didn’t personally help. He was just commanding the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples on Array construction.”
“But, that’s way too fast!” a Spirit Sealing Sect disciple whispered. “Even if Big Brother helped us, that speed isn’t plausible, right?”
“Because I’m not as good as him,” Yu Ping An said calmly. He ignored the surprised faces of the Spirit Sealing Sect disciples and turned his gaze to Bai Feng on stage.
‘So that’s what you meant…’
He finally understood—Bai Feng not fighting in personal matches wasn’t about avoiding him. It was simply unnecessary.
In team matches, just by giving commands, Bai Feng managed to keep Spirit Sealing Sect’s geniuses underfoot. His level clearly surpassed him by a mile.
While Bai Feng kept learning and improving, he was busy wasting time fighting meaningless battles. His obsession with portable Array disks and scheming to beat Bai Feng, chasing that pointless fame—what a huge waste of talent.
The real idiot wasting his talent was himself…
‘Thanks, Bai Feng. Maybe you didn’t mean to help me, but I’ll accept this favor.’
Yu Ping An slowly exhaled. He admitted defeat—thoroughly defeated—by his overly optimistic contest.
Finally, his obsession was completely gone.
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【Ding! The host has detected that using non-combat strategies has induced the other party to surrender unconditionally. Even without fighting himself, Yu Ping An perceives the gap between him and the host, and thus loses completely. Rewarding Luck Points +3378, Yuan Ying Early Stage Cultivation (can be claimed), Yin Yang Pattern Fragment *1.】
Bai Feng: “?”
What is this? What happened to Yu Ping An?
I didn’t do anything! Did I win just because Spirit Sealing Sect’s disciples couldn’t handle it?
Why? Why did Yu Ping An just give up voluntarily?! You’re the Child of Destiny—how can you be this easy to beat?!
Bai Feng couldn’t understand. His plan seemed flawless, yet trouble kept crashing down.
He sank into deep self-doubt.
“Brother, what’s wrong?”
Bai Yu Mo whispered, confused—didn’t they win? Why does Bai Feng look so down?
“Nothing, just a little tired,” Bai Feng shook his head and stood up. “The match should be over, let’s head back.”
Because Northern Region Sect and Central Continent Sacred Grounds only brought their core disciples, the contest lasted just half a morning, and after Array evaluation in the afternoon, it was practically over.
He heard there will be pill and weapon forging competitions tomorrow, but that’s no longer relevant to him. All he wants now is to go home and rest—away from Spirit Sealing Sect and Yu Ping An’s annoying antics.
Bai Yu Mo hurried to follow—she chewed on her lip, observing Bai Feng’s mood. She sensed he’s not feeling quite right, but she couldn’t quite figure out why.
Back at the residence, Bai Yu Mo pondered quietly but didn’t ask. Instead, she suddenly suggested, “Brother, you seem pretty tired. Need me to give you a massage?”
“You’ve been fighting all day, too? Better rest early,” she added with a smile.
“I’m fine—got the Celestial Bone. Bodies are sturdy,” Bai Yu Mo chuckled, waving her hand. “I’ll go cook, and after dinner, I’ll give you a good massage!”
With that, she put on an apron and headed into the makeshift kitchen.
