Chapter 271: Is the Sect Master Losing It?
“Why is this system still in maintenance?”
Bai Feng poked at the maintenance panel of the system, sighing as if it had been ages since the last update.
If the system decided to go on strike and shut down all functions right after maintenance, he’d probably be okay with a few extra days of downtime. But no—during maintenance, the system still kept giving him luck points. Talk about trolling.
“Forget it, I have plenty of other stuff to do anyway!”
Bai Feng casually shut down the system. He was now riding a flying boat back to Heavenly Sword Sect and had just recounted the whole Black Lotus Fairy incident to the Sect Master. He still remembered the Sect Master’s look when he saw him.
At first, the Sect Master looked as calm as a Zen master—completely unfazed. Then, his expression froze into total confusion. Next, he started doubting himself, and finally, he went silent for a long time.
But then, for some reason, after a moment of thought, the Sect Master’s eyes suddenly gleamed with fiery intensity. His usually good attitude somehow got even better.
And when Bai Feng left, the Sect Master personally saw him off.
From behind, Bai Feng could faintly hear a loud, wild laughter coming from the room. He couldn’t help but worry if the Sect Master had been hit too hard upstairs, maybe losing a bit of his mind.
“Maybe I should go draw now. It’s been a month since I last updated anything.”
After some pondering, Bai Feng decided to put the rest on hold. The pressure was getting to him. He needed to relax with some spicy or naughty art.
He also planned to whip up some new merchandise—like mini puppets, or, in other words, figurines.
He knew Lin Yan had accumulated quite a collection, and he never stopped. So, he guessed that fans of Spring and Autumn would love these.
Even better: he could make changeable clothes for the tiny puppets, just a quick favor from Yu Yao to get a batch of mini outfits made.
Just as he was about to head into the study to sketch some naughty pics, a sharp knocking on the door put him on alert.
Judging by the sound, it was probably Yu Yao.
“Coming, coming.”
Bai Feng laid down his brush and pushed open the door. Sure enough, there was Yu Yao, looking frantic, clutching two envelopes—like she’d seen a ghost.
“Little Junior, big trouble!”
“What is it, Senior Sister?” Bai Feng blinked in confusion, then spotted the envelopes in her arms, curiosity piqued. “Did something happen at your shop?”
“Pretty much.” Yu Yao nodded profusely. She reached out and handed Bai Feng both messages. “This one is from Fang Yue. I heard the steward say after he left that Fang Yue disappeared right after giving it to you. Did I perhaps pay you too little?”
“I don’t think so,” Bai Feng shook his head. “Fang Yue’s not the type to chase after money. It’s probably something else.”
He then tore open the letter, revealing a few lines written in elegant script.
Glancing over them casually, he suddenly furrowed his brow, drew the envelope closer, and read each word carefully.
“Little Junior, what does it say?” Yu Yao, noticing Bai Feng’s serious expression, started to panic. “Is something major happening?”
“Yeah, you guessed right.” Bai Feng nodded, shoving the letter to Yu Yao. “War has broken out in Eastern Continent.”
“…Huh? War?”
Yu Yao froze immediately. She’d only been in the Secret Realm for a little over a month, right? Could it be that the Realm flows at a different speed? Maybe outside the Realm, it’s already been over a year?
“Some princes and princesses in Eastern Continent must have been triggered or something. They assembled armies and started fighting,” Bai Feng said, rubbing his forehead. “This isn’t normal—definitely some meddling going on.”
Yun Yue Yao, surprised at first, then realized the implications. She asked Bai Feng, “So, what does this have to do with Fang Yue leaving?”
“He said he’s from Eastern Continent. His hometown was caught in the crossfire, so he went back to help,” Bai Feng explained simply. Then, he looked at the second letter. “And who wrote this one?”
“That’s from Shui Miao Miao. I was curious why she suddenly left and asked Yu Ling Long to pass a message to you. Now I get it.” Yu Yao looked at Shui Miao Miao’s usual goofy way of writing and couldn’t help but worry. “Is she okay?”
Since Shui Miao Miao wasn’t exactly a formal disciple of Heavenly Sword Sect—more like a guest who came to exchange and learn—she didn’t go into the Realm with Bai Feng and the others.
“I think she’ll be fine.” Bai Feng guessed, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
Given the benevolent attitude of the Luck Bearer towards Shui Miao Miao before, she should be safe with his help. But he also knew better—trip hazards lurk everywhere, especially with the Luck Bearer. This thing sometimes brought more trouble than it was worth.
He then tore open the second letter. Comparing Shui Miao Miao’s messy handwriting with Fang Yue’s elegant script, hers looked downright terrible—scribbled askew, clearly not practiced.
Yu Yao couldn’t resist leaning over, eyes full of curiosity. “Little Junior, what did Shui Miao Miao write in her letter?”
“Something about how, with the princes and princesses fighting, as a princess descended from bloodline reversion, she must return. She kept cursing the fools throwing down their armies and ended by thanking us for taking care of her.”
Bai Feng summarized briefly.
“Um… Isn’t Shui Miao Miao basically handing us her farewell speech?”
Yu Yao whispered softly, noting how her tone sounded just like those characters in certain novels when they’re about to quit the stage.
“Maybe, maybe not. But with Shui Miao Miao, it’s hard to say for sure.” Bai Feng guessed she was probably desperately hiding somewhere, waiting for a rescue.
Then, he glanced at the worried Yu Yao and said, “Senior Sister, do you want to lend Shui Miao Miao a hand?”
Though the chaos in Eastern Continent probably wouldn’t directly affect them, Shui Miao Miao had been around for quite a while. Doing nothing wasn’t an option. Helping her a little was better than not.
Plus, if Shui Miao Miao’s power rose, it could also help the Luck Bearer’s revenge plans. Otherwise, if the Luck Bearer got injured and the system marked it on him… that’d be a big headache.
“Sounds interesting, but how do we help?” Yu Yao tilted her head and furrowed her brow. “Just a few of us can’t do much, right?”
“No, actually, there’s quite a lot we can do.” Bai Feng’s lips curled into a faint smile. “We don’t need to act directly. Just selling some stuff works.”
“You mean portable array disks?” Yu Yao suddenly thought of something.
“Those are too expensive and slow to make, plus we’d attract unwanted attention from certain factions,” Bai Feng shook his head. Producing portable array disks is complicated—he couldn’t churn out many even if he worked tirelessly. Cost-effective? Not really.
