Chapter 232: I Can’t Believe I Was Dominated by Yu Mo—What Kind of Dream Was That?
“Alright, Sister Su, let’s head back,” Bai Feng said, putting away his gaze and turning to look at Su Lan Qian leaning against him.
This way, her Heart Demon should be completely gone—finally.
Su Lan Qian didn’t say a word. She kept her head down, fingers pressed against her lips as if lost in some deep thought.
“Senior Sister Su?”
White furrowed his brow and called again.
This time, Su Lan Qian snapped back to reality, hurriedly lowered her finger, and nodded: “Mm…”
So Bai Feng snapped his fingers with a flash — poof! The dilapidated old residence disappeared, and they found themselves back in the Array Research Room.
Su Lan Qian looked at herself hugging Bai Feng, and her cheeks instantly turned a bit red.
But she didn’t let go—instead, she raised her head and stared at Bai Feng: “Um, can I… kiss you in real life?”
Bai Feng didn’t answer right away; instead, he slowly lowered his head.
Su Lan Qian’s face lit up with a happy smile. She threw her arms around his neck and eagerly leaned in.
…
“Huff…”
Bai Feng set down the array disk in his hand, stretched a lazy arm, and yawned.
After a busy afternoon, he’d made a bunch of semi-finished array disks, covering most special scenarios.
“Senior Sister Su, let’s call it a day for today. You should head back and rest.”
He looked at Su Lan Qian, who was meticulously crafting her array disks, and softly spoke.
Despite what happened at noon, their way of getting along hadn’t changed much—they still studied and made array disks together.
“Mm…”
Su Lan Qian nodded. She tilted her head slightly toward Bai Feng, then slowly got up, walking beside him.
“Senior Sister Su, is there something else?”
She nodded again, then suddenly reached out, hugged him, and almost pressed her face against his chest, her expression dreamy.
“Senior Sister Su?”
“Uhm….” Su Lan Qian took a few deep breaths before gradually releasing him, her cheeks tinged with a light blush. “See you tomorrow?”
“…See you tomorrow.”
Bai Feng was a bit confused by her behavior but didn’t dwell on it. He tidied up the table briefly, then left the “Array Research Institute” with her.
Back at her home, Su Lan Qian plopped onto her bed, grabbed the corner of her clothes, and pressed it to her nose, recalling today’s events.
Still craving… she thought.
She sniffed the residual scent of Bai Feng on her clothes but wasn’t satisfied. She still longed to be infused with more of his aura…
…
“Brother, you’re back?” Bai Yu Mo peeked out from the kitchen. “Hold on a sec, dinner will be ready soon.”
“Need a hand?” Bai Feng asked as he approached the kitchen door.
“Nope, nope, everything’s almost done,” Bai Yu Mo shook her head. “You sit and wait a bit.”
Bai Feng glanced at the dishes on the table. They were indeed almost ready, so he took a seat early and sampled Bai Yu Mo’s culinary skills.
A few minutes later, Bai Yu Mo came over with the last dish and some rice.
She sat by Bai Feng as usual, but this time, her face carried a hint of suspicion.
She reached out and rested her hand on Bai Feng’s shoulder, slowly leaning her head in as if trying to sniff something.
“What’s wrong?” Bai Feng turned his head, feeling oddly guilty.
Her little mouth puffed up: “You seem to have the scent of another woman on you.”
“…Really?” Bai Feng instinctively lifted his arm to sniff but didn’t detect any smell.
“Uhm…” Bai Yu Mo stood up and sat on Bai Feng’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, her cheeks blushing a little more—she wanted to cover up whatever other woman’s scent was lingering on Bai Feng!
“Wait until after dinner,” she said, again pressing against him.
A few minutes later, Bai Yu Mo let go, panting slightly, her face still pink as if she hadn’t yet cooled off: “No way—I won’t stop until I wipe away the scent of other women from yours.”
Finished speaking, she pressed in again.
Meanwhile, Bai Feng’s mind only thought: ‘I was actually suppressed by Yu Mo—what kind of dream was that?’
…
“Mm… I knew I wasn’t mistaken about you. Even if your talent is just average, your cultivation speed isn’t slow at all, and your foundation is quite solid.”
While Bai Feng was feeding Little Snow some cat food, a golden twin tail slowly appeared from the window.
He turned his head to look at the golden twin tail outside, confusion flickering across his face. “You’re here?”
How did the Holy Maiden of Tian Yan Holy Land get to the Heavenly Sword Sect?
“The Northern Region has a Secret Realm,” Tian Yan extended her hand and pushed open the window, trying to crawl in.
“Hold on, I’ll open the door for you—don’t climb through the window,” Bai Feng hurriedly stopped her.
Why do some people refuse the main entrance and prefer to hop through windows?
A few minutes later, Tian Yan sat on the sofa, sipping her tea quietly.
“What’s this Secret Realm you mentioned?” Bai Feng took out some snacks and a piece of cake and placed them in front of her, asking.
If the Holy Maiden of Tian Yan Holy Land personally came to notify us about a Secret Realm, it must be no simple matter, right?
“I don’t know much,” Tian Yan replied, “Just that this Secret Realm is connected to an Immortal. But it’s also vulnerable to the erosion of time—right now, only cultivators below the Middle Transformation God stage can survive inside. I don’t know how many valuable items are left.”
While talking, Tian Yan picked up a spoonful of cake to taste, pausing for just a second before speeding up her eating.
“An Immortal, huh…”
Bai Feng recalled something Yun Yue Yao once said—could it be that the dormant spiritual veins are about to revive?
“This time, besides Heavenly Sword Sect and other northern sects, our Holy Land will also participate,” Tian Yan continued casually, “This isn’t about competition but exploration together.”
“Sounds pretty dangerous,” Bai Feng sighed inwardly. He really didn’t want to go—he knew for sure that the Child of Destiny who dares venture in would be a whole bunch.
“But there are unexpected benefits too,” Tian Yan said, stabbing her plate with her spoon. “I’ll join you this time.”
“…You really stick to me, huh!”
Bai Feng looked at her poking at the plate, noticing the cake probably suited her taste.
“Is this called cake?” Tian Yan pondered for a few seconds. “No, I shouldn’t indulge in material desires.”
With that, she reached out and grabbed a new piece of cake, starting to eat.
Bai Feng: “……”
Your actions and your words are totally at odds!
Under Bai Feng’s watchful gaze, Tian Yan silently averted her eyes and forcefully explained: “Uhm… this movement is just my body making it, it has nothing to do with me.”
“……”
You might as well skip explaining.
