Chapter 194: Could It Be That I Am Teacher Chun Qiu?
“Senior Sister, I came to find you!”
Bai Feng knocked on Yu Yao’s door, clutching the training array and puppet he made yesterday like a proud parent showing off his child.
Now, Yu Yao had already moved her house next door to Bai Feng’s—talk about neighborly! Little Snow almost never leaves Bai Feng’s place, only returning to Yu Yao’s house at night to sleep like a sleepy little puppy.
A few seconds later, the door automatically slid open, revealing… no one.
Bai Feng stepped inside and saw Yu Yao slumped on the sofa, completely immobile.
“Senior Sister, what’s wrong?”
Yu Yao slowly turned her head toward Bai Feng, then lowered it with a heavy sigh and asked gloomily, “Little Junior Brother, am I… really useless?”
“Why would you think that?”
Bai Feng plopped down beside her, confused. Why was Yu Yao suddenly so depressed? It was just training! And she’s supposed to be so talented… Plus, she’s a true sword cultivator!
“….”
White Feng fell silent, pondering perhaps he might have gone a little overboard yesterday.
“Senior Sister, do you want some snacks?” he offered several boxes of Yu Yao’s favorite treats.
But Yu Yao stared at the snacks for a few seconds before shaking her head. “…Put them away for now. I’ll eat them later.”
‘Oh no!’
Even her snacks weren’t tempting; that’s gotta hurt. Bai Feng secretly worried he’d really hurt her pride this time.
“Have a little,” Bai Feng coaxed, holding up a peach crumb pastry near her mouth.
Yu Yao gazed at it for a moment, then nibbled gently, mumbling shyly, “Why did you have to feed it to me by hand?”
Bai Feng: “…”
He sighed, gently pinched the corner of the half-chewed pastry, and then reached out to grip Yu Yao’s shoulder. In her stunned silence, he ‘fed’ the piece directly into her mouth.
“Wait, I was just joking… Mmm…”
A minute later, Bai Feng wiped some crumbs off his lips and looked at Yu Yao, whose face was blazing red. “How does it taste?”
“…I-I don’t know,” she stammered, lowering her head, her mind a chaotic mess. She couldn’t even remember how she managed to swallow that pastry, let alone how it tasted.
“Wanna try another one?”
“…“ Yu Yao remained silent, or rather, her brain had given up on complex thinking altogether.
‘How come Yu Yao’s defenses are still so low?’ Bai Feng silently wondered, deciding not to push her further.
After another minute or so, Yu Yao slowly lifted her head, still blushing fiercely.
“Senior Sister, do you want some more?”
Bai Feng held out another snack. This time, Yu Yao obediently reached out and took it, nibbling carefully.
While Yu Yao enjoyed her snack, Bai Feng began to explain: “Senior Sister, don’t be too down. Our master said I have quite good talent in swordsmanship. Plus, I often train with Yu Mo, so I can be considered half a sword cultivator now.”
“Yeah, I know,” Yu Yao muttered softly. “But I still feel a bit dissatisfied… feels like sooner or later, I’ll be forever chasing behind you, Senior Sister.”
“Then you should train with us more!” Bai Feng grinned. “How about I personally be your training instructor? Whatever problems you have, just come find me.”
Yu Yao tilted her head slightly. “If you don’t know how to comfort people, don’t bother. It’s embarrassing enough that I, the senior sister, need the little junior brother to teach me.”
“Fine, how about I be your sparring partner instead? Whatever issues you have, we can figure them out together.”
Yu Yao looked at Bai Feng for a few seconds, sighed deeply. “…Alright, I’m not that prideful. From now on, I’ll bother you a lot.”
“Glad to hear it!”
Seeing Yu Yao in better spirits, Bai Feng then shifted gears: “Oh right, I’ve finished making the arrays and puppets for your guard training. Remember to send them over.”
He handed her a formation disk and a storage bag filled with puppets. Yu Yao nodded. “Don’t worry, I already arranged that earlier.”
“One more thing,” Bai Feng pulled out a plain-looking book from the storage bag—no title on the cover. “This is for you, Senior Sister.”
“What is this?”
Yu Yao took the book, eyeing it curiously. It looked more like a handmade gift than something bought at a bookstore.
“A gift to say sorry.”
“Sorry?” Yu Yao tilted her head in confusion.
Sorry for what? For him tossing her around during training?
“It’s about Teacher Chun Qiu,” Bai Feng replied with a smile, urging her, “Open it and see.”
“Teacher Chun Qiu? Surely that can’t mean he’s giving up authorization, right?”
Yu Yao mumbled a few words, then flipped to the first page. The next second, her expression froze.
As she turned the page, a detailed painting appeared before her eyes. It depicted a young girl dressed in the robes of Heavenly Sword Sect, leaning against a window, with a cute smile, seemingly gazing inside.
And that girl looked about eighty percent like her!
“Little Junior Brother… this…”
“It’s from that time you and the Purple Cloud Peak people had a gathering. It’s also the first time we talked privately, and we made our first deal,” Bai Feng said with a grin. “That’s when we started to get to know each other.”
“Oh…”
Yu Yao felt a surge of nostalgia, recalling how she used to make many superficial friends out of habit, those being fellow senior sisters from Purple Cloud Peak.
But after bonding with Bai Feng — who, like her, was a big fan of Teacher Chun Qiu — she rarely bothered with superficial friendships anymore.
She flipped through a few more pages, and every picture featured herself: rushing with Chun Qiu in her arms, showing off new clothes she just made, even dressing as a maid and lifting her skirt.
“What?! Even this is in here?!”
Yu Yao blushed fiercely. Then she suddenly realized a question: she looked up at Bai Feng.
“Wait, who drew these?”
Bai Feng didn’t answer directly but asked back, “Senior Sister, who do you think drew them?”
“The art style is obviously Teacher Chun Qiu’s, right?” Yu Yao examined the paintings carefully. As his biggest fan, she knew his style well. She frowned slightly. “Did you get Teacher Chun Qiu to draw these?”
Bai Feng shook his head. “Nope. Guess again, Senior Sister.”
“Is it… Teacher Chun Qiu himself?”
Yu Yao pondered it seriously. “Could it be that you’ve become his disciple?”
“Take a bolder guess!”
“Hmm… Could it be that you and Teacher Chun Qiu have the same master?”
Bai Feng finally sighed deeply, and said softly, “Maybe… I am Teacher Chun Qiu.”
