Chapter 183: Are you sure you’re not a system sent to disgust me?
Pei An slashed off the arm of a wooden puppet with a single sword, then spun around with a look of delighted surprise, eyes narrowing as a metallic puppet emerged from the mist.
It pulled out a long sword, shimmering with blazing heat, and with a deep, trembling metallic voice from its mouth, it declared, “Ying Ri.”
“Ying Ri? Did White Junior Brother really manage to remember that move perfectly?” He looked at the familiar movements of the metal puppet, a grin spreading across his face that he couldn’t hide. Pointing his sword at the metal puppet, he burst out laughing, “Come on, let me see how skilled your ‘Ying Ri’ really is compared to me!”
BOOM!!!
Almost instantly, Pei An was blasted off like a cannonball, smashing through several big trees before finally stopping.
He spat out a mouthful of bl**d but still wore a grin: “Excellent! That’s it!!”
[Ping! Detected host’s schemes are sneaky and cunning—using deception to lure Pei An here and then using a puppet to seriously hurt him. Reward: Luck Points +111, All Attributes +11.]
Watching the spectacle, Bai Feng blinked in confusion. “?”
No, you’re messing with me, right? You just took the face hit in the face, huh?
And look, System Lord, are you serious? Pei An is obviously willingly trading himself. He’s still smiling!
d*mn it, I should have kept my distance from Pei An from the start—this is the third time now! You sure aren’t sending system-placed chaos to mess with me, are you?
“White Junior Brother, did you do this?”
Jiang Ling’s voice suddenly cut through the air. She pointed at the glowing metal puppet on the screen, her expression full of disbelief.
Bai Feng, weakly, nodded. “Mm…”
If I’d known it would end like this, I wouldn’t have built that puppet at all.
“White Junior Brother, you truly are a genius,” Jiang Ling marveled. She looked at the intense fight between Pei An and the metal puppet on the screen. She could tell the puppet’s moves closely resembled those of Tai Chu Holy Son Pei An—probably made precisely after him. But, after all, it’s just a puppet—no matter how much it looks like a battle prodigy, it’s still just a puppet.
While Jiang Ling gazed at the screen, Lin Yan scooted quietly over to Bai Feng, whispering, “Brother Bai, can you help me make a few dolls? Movable ones, that’s all!”
Bai Feng: “……”
So you’ve been staring at the puppet the whole time, hoping to get some dolls that can move, huh?
“I think you should find someone else who’s good at making dolls. My specialty isn’t that,” Bai Feng declined, shaking his head. It’s not that he wouldn’t help—he simply couldn’t.
After all, Lin Yan is not after combat puppets.
Meanwhile, the fight between Pei An and the metal puppet was nearing its end.
Pei An held his sword with one hand, many grim wounds on him, yet his face was full of exhilaration.
Too bad this puppet’s techniques were still a bit lacking; the fight was missing a certain thrill.
If only White Junior Brother was from Tai Chu Holy Land—then even if he spilled a few more hidden cards, it wouldn’t matter.
“Let’s end with this move!”
His long sword emitted a red glow, and the puppet on the opposite side seemed to sense it too. Its sword also glowed red.
“Ying Ri.”
Pei An took a step forward, charging at the metal puppet.
In the next instant, a fierce, warm wave of heat nearly blew away all the surrounding fog.
Once the fog settled, Pei An retracted his sword into its scabbard and turned to look at the motionless puppet.
The puppet’s sword finally couldn’t withstand the attack and shattered into pieces, leaving a deep wound on its body.
“Not bad.”
Pei An examined the wound on his arm and nodded in praise.
Too bad the opponent’s weapon was just a bit better—otherwise, he probably wouldn’t have lost so quickly.
White Feng outside the woodlands took the result as expected, or rather, he already knew the puppet couldn’t beat Pei An. That’s why he felt safe letting Pei An fight.
The only surprise was that Pei An had taken the move face-first—literally!
From now on, he thought, he’d stay far away from this guy. Who knows, one day, the Holy Son of Tai Chu might just get a brain fart and shove even more Luck Points onto Pei An again.
Just after the battle ended, Pei An stepped out from the woods. “White Junior Brother, this formation is really interesting. The puppets inside are so lively, and fighting with them feels pretty good.”
“Thank you for the compliment, Senior Brother Pei,” Bai Feng weakly replied.
“But training these puppets must be pretty troublesome, right?” Pei An stroked his chin. He had noticed during the fight—a flaw in this formation—is that each time they fight, these puppets need repairs. If you don’t intentionally damage them, the fights aren’t as satisfying.
“Yeah, it definitely requires someone responsible for maintaining these puppets,” Bai Feng nodded, acknowledging what he learned from Pei An and the puppet’s fight. Over time, puppets do wear down and suffer damage.
But the core of these puppets was his divine consciousness hidden inside. As long as the core stayed intact, repairing them was quite simple.
Looks like my hopes just got dashed.
Pei An shook his head regretfully. He’d hoped to bring more puppets back, but now it seemed pointless—they’d be broken after a few uses.
Still, he wasn’t too disappointed. Might as well come visit Heavenly Sword Sect more often!
…
After being loaded with Luck Points, Bai Feng lost interest in testing and returned home with his damaged puppet.
“Junior Sister, are you home?”
Suddenly, a knocking at the door! Bai Feng, busy repairing the puppet, put down his tools and stood up to open the door.
“Senior Sister, finally decided to use the main entrance this time?” he smiled at Yu Yao outside.
“First few times were just accidents…” Yu Yao awkwardly waved her hand. She pulled out Bai Feng’s shirt. “By the way, I fixed your clothes. Do they look new?”
“Not bad at all—I even suspect you made me a brand new one,” Bai Feng joked as he picked up the shirt and looked at it.
Yu Yao’s face flickered with a hint of embarrassment. She quickly waved her hands: “Your praise makes me blush, Senior Sister.”
Then she shifted the topic, eyes sweeping toward Bai Feng’s room. “By the way, what about Little Snow? I didn’t see it today. Did it come here again?”
“I’m not quite sure, but it did come by for some food this morning,” Bai Feng glanced into his room and saw Little Snow walking leisurely on the sofa, glancing over at Bai Feng and Yu Yao.
“Sure enough, here,” Yu Yao slipped into Bai Feng’s room, scooped up Little Snow with one hand, and vigorously rubbed its head. “I’m obviously your owner, so why do you keep coming to Bai Feng?”
“Meow meow meow!!”
After bullying Little Snow a bit, Yu Yao looked back at Bai Feng, a little awkward. “Junior Brother, I need to tell you something—please don’t be angry…”
“What is it?”
“I’ve been thinking carefully after I went home yesterday.” Yu Yao looked down guiltily. “I think the photos we took yesterday might be a bit too much. We just wanted to show a close relationship, not—well, that kind of relationship…”
She had considered taking more photos, but it wasn’t intentional this time. When she looked through the photos afterward, she realized she got a bit carried away and forgot the original purpose. If her parents saw these photos, she bet everyone in Tian Luo City would know she was getting married to Bai Feng by the next day.
“Well, it’s fine. That might just help block your parents’ words,” Bai Feng said somewhat confused, not quite realizing the seriousness.
“But they definitely wouldn’t keep it inside—they’ll tell everyone in the city, maybe even all the Yu Ling Long in other cities…”
Bai Feng suddenly saw the point, his face falling into despair. “…So what do I do? Reshoot?”
“Yeah, mostly reshoot. Sorry, Junior Brother,” Yu Yao looked sheepish. “When we’re done, whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. Just please forgive me.”
