Chapter 2: The Child of Luck Gets Saved by Master Chun Qiu
Outside a tiny bookstore, stood a guy dressed in a black cloak with a black mask covering his face—only his eyes peeked out. Classic mysterious figure, right? If he took off that mask, people would immediately recognize him as Lin Yan, the once-lost-for-ages genius of the Lin family who’s that rare kind of comeback kid.
At the moment, he was buzzing with excitement waiting for the store to open. No worries about his flashy outfit drawing attention—surprisingly, many around him were decked out like that. Turns out, this was basically their uniform—fans of Master Chun Qiu sporting their official support gear.
“Master Chun Qiu’s new book is finally dropping! We’ve waited so long, I didn’t even dare to touch my bathroom breaks.”
“Yeah! Every night, I make sure my hands are outside the blanket so I don’t accidentally touch it while sleeping.”
“Having Master Chun Qiu in Blue Rainbow City is our blessing!”
“Totally! Every time I rewatch Master Chun Qiu’s art, it hits me with fresh feels. Nothing’s exposed, but it’s so provocative! Way more intriguing than those straightforward, shameless vixens!”
While waiting outside, a group of Black-clothed Men huddled together, chatting excitedly. Lin Yan nodded along, secretly agreeing.
He chuckled as he remembered the day he first saw Master Chun Qiu’s art:
Because he was experiencing a setback in cultivation, his fiancée took the chance to come over and break off the engagement. Furious, he threw down a three-year challenge, but deep down, he knew he’d lose easily with his current state.
On that day, he was so distracted he wandered into a bookstore, eyeing a group of heavily wrapped-up folks buying a book. One of them bought a second one and handed it to him.
“Bro, I dunno what you’re going through, but life’s got its hurdles. If you’re tired, just take a look at this. Sometimes, everyone deserves to indulge a little!”
After saying that, the group left in a hurry. Lin Yan looked down at the book shoved into his chest—no title, only two Chinese characters: “Chun Qiu.”
He flipped it open and instantly widened his eyes.
“This… this is utterly disgraceful…”
He hastily closed it, face burning with shame, and reached out to toss the book aside.
But, ultimately, he didn’t. He was confused about his own impulse and tucked the book into his chest, then headed home.
He wanted to hide it somewhere, never to open it again, but the images from inside kept flashing in his mind. Out of a strange impulse, he started flipping through the pages of Chun Qiu.
Wow, this shape, wow, these shadows—so vivid it seemed real, yet different from a real person. There was an unexplainable beauty in it.
How to describe it? All he could think was: Art!
In a world that valued mood over realism, Bai Feng’s sketches were like firecrackers stuck in cow dung—a shocking blast of provocative images that shook everyone’s senses.
Lin Yan had seen this kind of book before. When he was a kid, he rummaged through his father’s collection, but none of those books came close to the meticulousness of this one. His dad’s collection? Total trash in comparison!
After this experience, he couldn’t settle down. Early the next morning, he was back at the bookstore, eager as ever, fueling his new obsession—and looking forward to tomorrow even more.
Facing ridicule from others, his stagnant cultivation, he rarely felt anger or frustration anymore. No, he had to keep looking at Master Chun Qiu’s art—how could a tiny setback defeat him?
He loved a line Master Chun Qiu once said in an interview: “What doesn’t k*ll you makes you stronger!”
That was about a previous incident where Master Chun Qiu’s books got banned, and he had to write under a pseudonym. For Lin Yan, those words fit perfectly—self-admiring as he was, it felt like they were made for him.
Thanks to Master Chun Qiu’s books, he crawled out of his dark days.
“Open the door—let’s go, everyone!”
A shout from someone in the crowd yanked Lin Yan out of his reverie. He swiftly raised his head, slipping through the throng like a slippery eel, and before he knew it, he was at the front.
“Master Chun Qiu’s signed copy, it’s mine!”
“Aw, I was too slow!”
“d*mn, I’ll learn a better movement technique to beat him next time!”
“Buddy, wait! I’ll pay double!”
“I’ll triple!”
Ignoring everyone, Lin Yan hurriedly paid and used his agility to dart out of the chaos.
On his way home, the Old Man in his ring hesitated endlessly. He didn’t get why his disciple wasn’t cultivating in the sect, but was out rushing for some “art book” instead. What was his big deal?
“Uh, disciple, uh, shouldn’t you be more restrained? You’re still young, but—”
“Relax, Master! I’ve got this!” Lin Yan glanced around, making sure no one was watching, then ripped off his mask and cloak. “I just really like Master Chun Qiu’s art. Every stroke in those pictures embodies the resilient spirit of the artist.”
The Old Man’s mouth agape. “One provocative picture shows resilience?”
Is it because he’s inhaled spiritual power too long during sleep, causing his disciple’s brain to malfunction?
Whatever. He just liked looking at provocative images—nothing weird about that. Let him be.
…【Luck Points +1】…
Bai Feng put down his brush and frowned slightly—again?
In the past year, system prompts kept popping up unpredictably. Even if it only added a point or two each time, it added up! Now his Luck Points had breached a hundred—114 to be exact!
He carefully reviewed recent years, making sure he hadn’t encountered the Child of Luck anywhere. The only “different” thing? His sister joined the Heavenly Sword Sect. Could her presence be boosting his Luck?
Forget it, no need to overthink. Today’s book release was a rare distraction. He decided to listen to some music instead.
Bai Feng changed into a flashy, flamboyant outfit—no longer the plain blue robe, but something more suited to a spoiled disciple. He held a fan, sporting a sly, carefree smile. Just your average prodigal youth.
He sneaked out the back door of the Bai family, adopting the style of a reckless playboy. No attendants, just an arrogant swagger—classic!
‘Should I get a sidekick? A loner playboy without one looks kinda suspicious…’
He mulled it over but soon realized he didn’t know anyone willing to pretend to be his lackey.
Ah well, maybe later.
Suddenly, Bai Feng’s brow twitched. Today, his luck really sucked. He bumped right into a Child of Luck on the street—hope the kid didn’t notice him.
Next time, he’d just stay home and hide.
And that, my friend, is the hilarious chaos of Lin Yan, Bai Feng, and their worlds colliding—luck, art, and secrets all rolled into one crazy story!
