Chapter 252: Li Zhi Yi: Maybe I Misunderstood Senior Brother Bai—He’s Probably Not a Bad Guy
Li Zhi Yi, upon hearing Bai Feng’s voice, reflexively looked behind her.
And what did she see? Bai Feng giving her a “don’t worry, I got this” reassuring smile.
“…Oh, okay then.”
Li Zhi Yi blinked blankly, nodded like she just realized she’d been ordered to do something important, and awkwardly handed over her pill.
Suddenly, she thought, huh, maybe Senior Brother Bai isn’t as scary as I thought.
White Feng casually patted her head, took the pill, then loosened her shoulders and strode forward like a boss.
She watched his back disappear into the distance, then reached up to scratch her head, a hint of annoyance on her face.
“Uh, I wanna take back what I just said,” she grumbled. “Sure, Bai Brother isn’t that frightening anymore, but… still kinda annoying.”
…
“Should we just take him out now?”
Ta Chu Saint Son Pei An had already unsheathed his long sword, his whole aura suddenly sharper than a razor.
“Not yet,” Bai Feng shook his head. “Killing him might cause even more serious trouble.”
His eyes flashed with black and white—sounds fancy, right?—and his mighty divine consciousness burst forth.
“Open your mouth.”
He scanned the kneeling disciples on the ground with eyes that seemed to say, “You wanna fight about it?”
Despite what sounded like a gentle command, there was a force behind it that made everyone feel they’d better cooperate.
In the next second, pills shot into their mouths faster than you could say “Demon Energy Suppression.”
The active magic energy inside them was immediately smothered.
The Disciples of Refining God Sect suddenly twisted their necks like little clockwork dolls, their eyes redder than a tomato, glaring at Bai Feng like he owed them money.
“You…” one spat, but before he could finish, Bai Feng stepped forward and punched the guy right in the stomach.
The disciple’s eyes nearly popped out, curling up like a cooked prawn.
But he didn’t fall, oh no. He struggled to lift his head, a slight smile curling his lips, “Cough cough… Haha, you finally dropped the act. Honestly, everyone, look—it’s that wicked guy from Heavenly Sword Sect trying to silence us!”
His voice, almost magical, stirred up a wave of negative emotions among the crowd. They stopped thinking clearly, and instead, chaos started brewing in their minds—like a mental firework show gone wrong.
“Finished talking?”
Bai Feng lifted his foot and kicked the guy flat to the ground.
“You…!”
The disciple’s eyes bulged, panicking. He looked around, only to notice that some fiery stuff was climbing onto fellow disciples’ bodies—fire that genuinely looked dangerous.
He was stunned. Wait, wait, wait—what’s happening? I was supposed to trick these guys into thinking I’m the hero! How come I’m the one getting ready to barbecue them?
Then, he saw something even stranger: these flames weren’t hurting anyone—they were burning away their magic energy inside.
Near the side, Zuo Qiu wiped her sweat, barely managing to keep her cool. She’d tossed in a little extra fuel to make the flames sparkle, but with so many people, it was exhausting.
“Not over yet…”
Before the disciple from Refining God Sect could get a word out, Bai Feng raised his hand, a few wisps of fire drifting into his palm.
Then, he pushed forward.
The flames surged towards the struggling disciple, engulfing him.
“Humph! Ahhh!!”
The disciple instantly turned into a raging fire demon, screams echoing through the air.
Thick magic energy kept flowing from him, but as soon as it appeared, it was wrapped up and burned away by the flames.
Everyone nearby couldn’t help but stare.
A tall, elegant woman stepped beside Li Zhi Yi, watching the burning disciple with a mixture of awe and curiosity, then glancing at the man standing quietly next to her, raising an eyebrow:
“Is that Bai Feng from Heavenly Sword Sect? His methods are pretty terrifying.”
Li Zhi Yi, suddenly snapping out of her daze, looked at her senior sister beside her and whispered, “It’s not that scary, actually…”
Her senior sister blinked. “Huh?”
You weren’t saying that before, were you?
Li Zhi Yi scratched her cheeks, a tad sheepishly. She knew her words contradicted her earlier self—minutes ago, she’d been raving about how frightening and powerful Bai Feng was.
“I guess I was mistaken about Bai Brother. Thinking back, he’s actually pretty nice to me. Probably not a bad guy after all.”
Senior sister: “…”
What on earth happened in these few minutes I wasn’t looking?
Meanwhile, the struggling disciple’s voice was getting faint, and the magic energy around him vanished.
Just as everyone thought the chaos was about to end, the disciple’s eyes suddenly widened. He clutched his stomach, face filled with horror.
And then—his stomach suddenly burst open in a gush of dense magic energy breaking through the flames and rushing straight for Bai Feng.
Li Zhi Yi, catching sight of this, couldn’t help but scream, “Watch out, Bai Feng!”
But ahead of her, Zuo Qiu was faster. She grit her teeth, summoning her remaining strength, and appeared in front of Bai Feng in a blink.
Searing flames burst from her, forming a gigantic hand that reached for the magic energy.
But perhaps because her flames weren’t strong enough, the fire flickered and was soon overtaken by the dark magic, fading away into black flames.
“Young Master, run!”
Zuo Qiu bit down hard on her tongue, squeezing her last bit of spiritual energy. She burst into a furious blaze once again, a fiery wall forming before her.
At that moment, someone’s hand suddenly pressed down on her head—stopping her from burning herself.
“Give me your hand.”
Bai Feng’s voice, firm and unmistakable, left Zuo Qiu no room for refusal. Almost instinctively, she stretched out her right hand.
Then, a warm big hand gripped hers tightly, feeling the flames of a different kind entering her.
Facing the imminent breakdown of her firewall, she slowly lifted her head. A much fiercer blaze erupted from her body, wrapping around the magic energy.
Not far off, Yun Yue Yao lowered her sword.
‘Was truly startled.’
She muttered in her heart, planning to make Bai Feng compensate her later—by doing things that would make her worry even more.
Meanwhile, Tian Yan also put away her coins.
With Bai Feng channeling fire into Zuo Qiu, the magic energy’s backlash was finally consumed by the even more fierce flames.
“Success! We did it!”
Zuo Qiu confirmed several times that all the magic energy had been burned out, then relaxed visibly, a genuine smile spreading across her face.
But thinking that Bai Feng had to personally step in to end the magic mess dampened her excitement.
‘Guess I don’t even need to jump in next time. The master will handle it.’
She mumbled to herself—still determined to improve, so she wouldn’t need to rely on the master’s direct intervention again.
As the fighting concluded and everyone relaxed, suddenly her vision went dark, and she keeled backwards.
But in the next moment, two arms caught her.
And a familiar voice sounded by her ear:
“You did well. Rest now.”
Before losing consciousness completely, a faint smile appeared on her lips: “Yes…”
‘Master.’
