Chapter 174: Is Your Massage Proper or Not?
While Bai Yu Mo was busy cooking, Bai Feng opened his system interface and stared at the third Yin Yang Pattern fragment he just obtained.
*“Won’t it fuse into something new this time?”*
He immediately extracted the Yin Yang Pattern fragment and started the fusion process.
Suddenly, he felt his consciousness sink like he was diving into a dark sea—body squeezed by relentless water pressure.
He sensed there was something below, like a shadow wrapped in something—wait, was that a figure bound up for some reason? Then—bam! His waist was suddenly snagged by a rope and he was yanked out of the ‘sea.’
Bai Feng blinked. First, he checked on Bai Yu Mo still flipping things in the kitchen, then rubbed his throbbing head.
*“That was way too short.”*
And that figure down below—what was that? A demon locked up for detention? Or a fallen fairy?
Nah, probably just an illusion caused by this fusion—just like the last two times—nothing more than a hallucination, right? Or maybe… it’s hinting at something deeper? Eh, whatever.
Once he obtained a new Yin Yang Pattern, he’d figure out if this was just a mirage, or if it was secretly trying to tell him something…
*“Pah! Yin Yang Pattern? Off with that!”* He didn’t want any more system dumps of luck points!
He patted his head, trying to clear his scattered thoughts, then started inspecting what gains he had from the fusion.
His cultivation level hadn’t increased, but his divine consciousness was much stronger.
And he unlocked a new ability—no, more like a blend of his previous two skills—thanks to the Yin Yang Pattern’s nearly crazy ‘copy’ ability. He could observe fights, record the techniques and moves used by fighters, and store them in his divine consciousness.
And using his divine consciousness? Plenty of ways: directly employing it to quickly replicate fighting skills, learning by watching, or even making puppets infused with the combat experience stored inside.
He even had visions of making little dolls filled with battle insights, turning into a powerful little mercenary army.
*“My style’s getting more and more villainous…”* Bai Feng muttered inwardly, but he knew this new ability wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows; it had lots of flaws.
First, he could only copy techniques—no divine weapons like spiritual artifacts, and definitely no special abilities like Zuo Qiu’s divine body.
And Yin Yang Pattern wasn’t omnipotent. Techniques requiring long-term meditation—like sword intent or fist philosophy—were beyond his copying skills.
Second, you couldn’t copy consciousness itself—so even if he cloned the opponent’s fighting style, victory wasn’t guaranteed.
*“Kinda useless, huh?”*
He felt the ability was pretty lackluster—mostly just a gimmick with limited uses.
But wait!
An idea suddenly popped into his mind. He hadn’t forgotten about the spiritual vein revival event coming up. With cultivators fighting over resources, the Northern Region wouldn’t stay peaceful forever.
And in chaos, intelligence was the most valuable thing. Plus, confusion could mess up business—he definitely didn’t want some reckless band of bandits hijacking Yao Yao’s trade caravan—his money’s in there!
So, this ability? Not so useful for him right now, but perfect for his budding intel network and Yao Yao’s commerce empire.
He felt a faint plan forming. No rush though—first, he’d focus on collecting fighting techniques from a few lucky luck children tomorrow.
“Big bro, dinner’s ready.” Bai Yu Mo brought out freshly cooked dishes, then suddenly noticed Bai Feng staring at her intently.
“Wh-what’s wrong?”
She blushed a little, looking away nervously—was her little scheme discovered?
“Let’s practice swords again sometime,” Bai Feng said, retracting his gaze. He wasn’t planning to copy her all the way—the goal was just to learn some common, straightforward moves.
He figured overly complicated sword arts wouldn’t be understood by others anyway, and with puppets plus terrain array tactics, simple moves sufficed. Plus, the less she showed her real strength, the better.
“Okay,” Bai Yu Mo exhaled in relief. “Shall we train after dinner?”
“No rush. Wait until tomorrow’s rest,” Bai Feng replied, shrugging. His current plan was to wait until they got back, then put it into action.
“Alright…” Bai Yu Mo nodded, staring at her plate. She took a deep breath, grabbed a piece of meat with her chopsticks, and softly said, “Um, please, open your mouth.”
Bai Feng instinctively turned his head, only to see her head tilt awkwardly to the side while her eyes flicked toward him, as if she was about to burst into blush mode.
“This… this is my new move. Try it…” she stammered, pink creeping onto her cheeks.
“No need, I got it,” Bai Feng chuckled. No need to make her even more nervous.
Bai Yu Mo said nothing, just extended her chopsticks toward him, eyes scared to look fully at him, as if daring him to refuse or she’d just hold the chopsticks there forever.
“Alright, alright, you’ve finished eating,” Bai Feng said. She suddenly turned her head, looking shy yet satisfied, and her smiling face revealed a tiny glow.
*“Heh heh, finally… I did it…”*
Did I just beat Yun Yue Yao once? Hmm… still not enough!
Bai Feng side-eyed her, noticing her head bowed, muttering to herself—surely she’s weird after getting back from her fight with Yun Yue Yao.
After finishing his meal and planning a quick rest, he kept noticing Bai Yu Mo’s stare fixed on him.
“What’s up?” he asked, “Anything wrong?”
“About that massage…,” she said, crossing her arms, gently tapping her index fingers together, eyes flicking around nervously.
Bai Feng sighed helplessly. He didn’t quite get why Bai Yu Mo was so obsessed with massages, but he didn’t refuse—“Fine, go ahead.”
Before he could even lie down on the couch though, she jolted up and reached out.
“Um, maybe we should do it in the bedroom,” she suggested, eyes shy.
Bai Feng blinked. *“Huh? Your massage—proper or not?”*
Before he could ask more, she quickly explained: “On the sofa isn’t very convenient, and, and, massages… would be better if you, uh, take your clothes off…”
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