Chapter 227: White Feng Absolutely Wouldn’t Agree to That, So We Can Only…
White Feng returned to his house, looked at Little Snow napping on the sofa, and without hesitation, reached out and scooped her up.
Just as Yun Yue Yao had said before, lately there’s been whispers of new spirit veins appearing somewhere, stirring up some factions. But honestly, it’s not that big of a deal — no loud battles, no chaos. Plus, thanks to the awakening of those spirit veins, materials have become a lot cheaper. Heaven bless the revival of the fairy road, the aura’s a bit thicker too, perfect for silently cultivating and getting stronger.
The Child of Destiny is also pretty low-key — well, mostly just Ling Feng from Golden Lion City. That guy’s a bit dangerous, if you ask me.
Lately, I’ve been paying lots of attention to Ling Feng. Turns out, there’s another spirit vein in Golden Lion City, and Ling Feng’s once again wading in like he owns the place. Besides, a few monks from Western Region sects have appeared, and it seems they know Ling Feng too.
He thought Ling Feng would use this chance to head back to Western Region, but nope — he didn’t go home. Instead, he kept those Western sect disciples around. Who knows what crazy things they’re whispering about? Probably “Hey, let’s flatter that Child of Destiny and get him on our side.” Those Western disciples look after Ling Feng every day, and honestly, it’s giving him a headache — “Can’t you just take this Child of Destiny home? Say sorry, make amends! They’re soft for those with good luck, not tough guys! Charms, gifts, whatever — just persuade him!”
White Feng sighed deeply, vigorously rubbed Little Snow, who responded with a cute “Meow.”
“Cat food? You wanna eat more?”
He chuckled, ruffled her head, then casually pulled out a handful of cat food and put it in front of Little Snow.
Instantly, Little Snow Bolted up, sniffed the food, and started munching eagerly.
“Wow, Little Snow’s about to hit Golden Core too…”
White Feng stroked her fluffy back, sensing the surge of spiritual energy within her.
Before long, Little Snow gobbled up a handful of cat food and then, lifting her head, nudged his leg with her tiny paw, “Meow~~”
“Huh? You want more?” White Feng chuckled, scratching her chin, “Did Yu Yao skip feeding you today?”
Little Snow rubbed her head against his palm, seemingly coquettish as she meowed softly.
“Okay, okay, I’ll give you more.”
Seeing her adorable “begging” look, White Feng couldn’t help but laugh. He took out her dining bowl, filled it completely, and placed it before her.
Little Snow rubbed her paw again, then turned to dig in happily.
He didn’t leave, just sat beside her watching. Soon, her spiritual power within started to circulate rapidly, but she kept eating quietly, no sounds, no fuss — just focusing on her meal.
“Huh?”
White Feng blinked in surprise, realizing why Little Snow kept asking for more cat food — she was about to breakthrough!
He quickly scooped another handful of cat food into her bowl.
Gradually, a monster core formed smoothly inside her. When she finished her meal, she let out a loud burp.
Just from eating, she broke through to Golden Core first!
White Feng grinned, reaching out to gently pat her head. He could feel that after the breakthrough, her fur became even softer and more lustrous, a sensation that made him feel quite satisfied.
Little Snow looked up, licked his hand, and with a neat but slightly awkward voice, said, “Thank you… Master.”
White Feng froze for a few seconds, then thought, “Once you reach Golden Core, monster beasts are basically just like humans — can talk, have thoughts.”
But shapeshifting still has to wait until Yuan Ying, otherwise, it’s just not ready.
“Calling me that? Yao Yao will probably get jealous if she hears,” he said with a smile, imagining her slightly jealous seethe.
Little Snow tilted her head, then tried to correct him in her clumsy way: “Uhm, Yao Yao is… also… my master.”
Seeing her serious face, White Feng couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, alright, just joking. Do you want more cat food?”
“No more, I’ve had enough,” Little Snow shook her head, then rubbed her belly.
Suddenly, the door opened. Bai Yu Mo peeked inside, obviously drawn by the sound of Little Snow’s breakthrough.
“Big Brother? You’re back?”
She hurried inside the room when she saw White Feng sitting on the sofa.
“Mm, you…” White Feng stared at Bai Yu Mo for a few seconds, eyes wide in disbelief, “When did you get to late Nascent Soul?”
Weren’t you still middle Nascent Soul this morning?
“I just broke through this morning,” Bai Yu Mo grinned.
White Feng muttered to himself, feeling a twinge of awe. The power of the Celestial Bone combined with body refinement techniques is truly terrifying. Even at the late Nascent Soul stage, Bai Yu Mo’s speed of cultivation wasn’t slowing one bit.
Compared to other Child of Destiny, her progress was shockingly fast. For example, Luo Chen broke into late Nascent Soul much earlier, and Lin Yan, skilled at alchemy, also just made the leap not long ago. As for him? Still stuck in early Nascent Soul — his talent is pretty mediocre, especially compared to these high-lucks.
Yun Yue Yao looked at White Feng with a mixture of admiration and envy, as if she wanted to say something but kept silent. She knew White Feng wouldn’t agree so she could only…
“Oh right, today let’s go see Chu Chu,” White Feng broke the silence. “Her body has almost recovered. I have something to give her.”
Bai Yu Mo nodded without suspicion — she probably already guessed what White Feng meant: “Got it, I’ll prepare.”
……
In the courtyard.
A wooden sword was swinging through the air, scattering sword qi that pierced leaves on the ground.
A woman with her eyes covered by black cloth moved fiercely, every slash deadly.
“Still not enough…”
She clenched her wooden sword, despite precious pills aiding her recovery, her cultivation seemed stuck — ever since forming the foundation, no progress.
Looks like she’ll never get her revenge.
She sighed, resigned but unwilling. Bai Feng and Bai Yu Mo had cared for her long enough. When they visit next time, she’d tell them to give up — don’t waste those precious pills on a useless person like her.
“Chu Chu, we’re here to see you.”
A familiar voice sounded from afar, and instantly, her fierce killing intent dissipated.
She rubbed her face, forcing herself to smile, then hurried inside.
“White Feng, Yu Mo, you’re here?”
She tidied up her table, tucked away her sketchbook, and brought out a teacup and teapot. But the moment she did, White Feng reached out and took the teapot.
“Sit and rest. I’ll handle it,” he said.
Chu Chu hesitated, then reached out to the teapot herself. “No, I should do it. That’s about all I can do anyway.”
