Chapter 33: The End of the Orphanage
“Finally done!” Bai Feng stretched like a lazy cat, fiddling with the animation stone in his hand. “Too bad it’s all just music—no lyrics or anything.”
But hey, translating lyrics into pure, elegant language is beyond his skills. He’s just a little rookie in that department.
And honestly, getting that chunk of music wasn’t a walk in the park either. Even with his memories boosted after cultivation, he still remembered the melody—no problem. But trying to write down music without knowing a thing about it? Yeah, no. Not gonna happen.
So, he bribed Bai Yu Mo to find a senior sister who’s a musical genius. He hummed the melody, she played the tune—simple as that.
Result? A guqin (ancient string instrument) version of “Rabbit Hole,” about 80-90% similar to the original. Slightly monotone, sure, but in this world’s entertainment level, that’s practically a masterpiece!
Next, his job was to have someone send the animation stone and the upcoming Chunqiu (Spring and Autumn) scroll back to the White Family.
Time was ticking—almost there.
Suddenly, a gentle knock on the door.
Bai Feng swiftly sat up and pushed the door open. Standing calmly outside was a girl with long white hair and a blank expression on her face.
When she saw Bai Feng, a flicker of emotion finally crossed her face. Her lips moved—so many words on her mind—but at last, she shyly called out: “Young Master.”
“…Xiao Qi, don’t call me that,” Bai Feng groaned, unable to resist a little snark. He looked around—no one else in sight. “By the way, why are you here? Are you also training in Heavenly Sword Sect? Was it the messenger of the week? Or the nursery’s delivery girl?”
Seriously, who picks a little girl to deliver fan art? Talk about creative team-building.
Seeing his puzzled look, Xiao Qi, in a tone so indifferent it practically dismisses existence, replied, “I applied for it myself.”
“Fine, come in and we’ll talk,” Bai Feng waved his hand dismissively, not bothering to dwell.
He knew there was a demon girl eyeing him from outside, so naturally, he wouldn’t risk his little b*tt delivering the Chunqiu scroll himself. Nah, he used White Family disciples to do it—*but* he didn’t expect it’d be Xiao Qi.
“Young Master, are you doing okay at Heavenly Sword Sect?”
Xiao Qi trailed behind him softly.
“Could be worse. Pretty much the same as home,” Bai Feng shrugged. Except… the cook’s replaced by his sister now. Not that he complains too much.
“Oh, and don’t call me ‘Young Master’ anymore. Just call me brother—or sir, if you prefer.”
“Brother…?”
Xiao Qi hesitated, tilting her head cautiously.
“Yeah.” Bai Feng grinned, ruffling her head. “When did you pass the Heavenly Sword Sect exam and start training there, huh?”
Xiao Qi tilted her head thoughtfully. “Been training for quite a while now. Didn’t you know?”
Though her tone was flat and her face emotionless, Bai Feng could catch a hint of… annoyance? Like, why is he just now finding out?
Well, yeah, maybe because he’s been too busy obsessing over fan art and then handing over orphanage affairs to White Family. Priorities, you know?
“Yep, that’s my fault,” Bai Feng admitted, relaxing into a chair and pouring her tea. “You guys have grown up, got your own ideas—I probably shouldn’t interfere anymore.”
That was years ago, shortly after he got that villain system. His main concern back then was avoiding being the “Child of Destiny.” Since orphans are high-risk zones for destiny-children, he built an orphanage named “End Point Orphanage.”
In the future, if anyone found a destiny-child, he could just say, “Oh, that orphan? Moved to another city.” Smooth, huh?
Building the orphanage was pretty straightforward. White Family didn’t pay much attention—they were busy with bigger plans. But as the Young Master of White Family, even a little help from them was enough.
Soon, he successfully opened the orphanage, sweeping up all the orphans in Blue Rainbow City.
Xiao Qi was among them.
Back then, because White Family ignored them, it was mostly him taking care of the orphans—feeding, bathing, whatever. They had a good bond.
Later, with talents like Xiao Qi emerging, White Family started paying attention. Bai Feng didn’t need to run around anymore; he’d check on them every few days.
And after they grew up and left, he rarely visited.
Especially since he was still acting like a prodigal young master, enjoying music and hiding his real identity, it was awkward to hang around these kids.
But Xiao Qi shook her head. “Xiao Qi is happy listening to big brother.”
“Then you better cultivate well so you can protect me someday!” Bai Feng chuckled, pulling out the sealed Chunqiu and animation stone from his storage pouch. “Alright, since you accepted the task, do it properly. Just deliver it straight to the academy at home.”
Since the printing of Chunqiu is all happening at White Family’s academy, it’s the best cover.
“Hmm,” Xiao Qi nodded, accepting the items. But she didn’t leave immediately—she leaned in, eyes twinkling, watching him expectantly.
“…Alright, that’s enough. Good luck,” Bai Feng said with a helpless smile, gently patting her head.
She still looked expressionless, but that little upward curve of her lips and her half-closed eyes made it obvious—she was enjoying Bai Feng’s touch, like a little kitten.
His hand brushed her silvery hair—the silk-like texture was smooth and shiny.
Wow, Xiao Qi took good care of herself.
‘Looks like she’s finally accepted her hair,’ Bai Feng thought, reminiscing. Her white hair was her weakness that got her bullied—he remembered her pulling her own hair out or chopping it with scissors when she first arrived at the orphanage.
He tried everything to stop her. And one day, he started massaging her head—an emergency move because nothing else worked.
Gently stroking her messy white hair, he softly said, “Xiao Qi, I really like your hair. Even just for me, can you please take good care of it?”
Since then, he kept doing it—combing, washing, trimming her hair daily.
Finally, Xiao Qi stopped hurting her hair, though she still wasn’t thrilled about it. But she took it seriously now.
Since Bai Feng is the orphanage head and the most respected figure among the orphans, his words influenced them all. Fewer kids mocked Xiao Qi’s white hair openly.
“Xiao Qi’s hair is so well taken care of—I really like it!”
Hearing that, Xiao Qi’s mouth slightly curved again, her mood visibly uplifted.
All her effort to nurture her hair was worth this moment. Her heart swelled with pride and satisfaction.
Suddenly, the door burst open:
“Big bro, I got fresh green beef! Let’s make… eh?”
White Yu Mo saw Xiao Qi practically curling inside Bai Feng’s arms. Her face froze stiff as a statue.
Xiao qi hmmn…