Chapter 348: Bai Feng Feels Like the Heavens Are Collapsing
Zuo Qiu brushed away the lingering flames in the air before her, revealing a half-charred, mummified corpse sprawled out in front of her.
“Junior Sister Zuo, are you okay? Did you find that d*mn Demon Path guy?”
Just then, a group of people rushed over from a distance. They looked at the corpse on the ground, and their faces flickered with surprise:
“As expected of Junior Sister Zuo, single-handedly took down bl**d Blade Huang Qian. Impressive!”
“Too strong! I remember this guy was pretty crafty. His cultivation was only in the early Transformation God Stage, but he was insanely powerful, with many escape tricks—killed a mid-Transformation God cultivator level at least once, and even ran away from a full-stage elder. Talk about a slippery snake.”
“So, that means Junior Sister Zuo is probably stronger than an elder in the full Transformation God Stage. And I, with the same cultivation as her, round up—so I might even be stronger than a full-stage elder too!”
“Shut up! You, who are scared silly at the sight of a corpse, dare to compare with Junior Sister Zuo?”
It seemed that since the treacherous bl**d Blade was finally vanquished, the atmosphere had lightened significantly.
Zuo Qiu chuckled and shook her head. “It’s just luck, honestly. If not for senior brothers and sisters dealing with others and forcing him out of his hideout, I wouldn’t have been able to take him down either.”
As she spoke, her hand reached for the array disk Bai Feng had given her. She didn’t think her ability to handle bl**d Blade’s vicious, cunning nature was solely her own merit.
If it weren’t for the pills Bai Feng provided recently that helped her breakthrough into the Transformation God Stage, plus the countless pills, talismans, and even array disks for dealing with Refinement Stage cultivators that Bai Feng gave her before she went out on her mission, she wouldn’t have had any chance to hold bl**d Blade off.
‘Master…’
Zuo Qiu bowed her head, placing her hand over her chest. Now that she was one step closer to her goal, she wondered—if her master knew what she’d done, he’d definitely be happy, right?
She really wanted to run straight to her master and tell him this good news, then… wait to be praised lavishly.
Meanwhile.
Bai Feng felt like the sky was falling. The worst-case scenario he feared most had just come true: the Child of Destiny he nurtured finally encountered another Child of Destiny—and defeated one!
If that was the case, then from now on, any disciple of Heavenly Sword Sect who entered the Simulation Secret Realm and injured or killed a Child of Destiny would all be counted against him?
Is there still hope for a rescue?
“Brother, should I go out and train now?” Bai Yu Mo asked hesitantly.
“Wait a moment,” Bai Feng suddenly raised his hand to stop her. Bai Yu Mo causing such trouble over bl**d Blade was already enough. If she went out again and possibly killed another Child of Destiny, what would happen?
But he also couldn’t imprison Bai Yu Mo—or other disciples of Heavenly Sword Sect—completely, right?
He had been feeling pretty pleased with himself lately for not accumulating much Luck Points from system penalties, but now the system hit him with a big one.
How on earth was he supposed to turn this around?
Bai Yu Mo tilted her head, seeming confused about why Bai Feng was stopping her from heading out for more training.
‘Dead end… this is a total dead end!’
Bai Feng clenched his fists. If he tried to stop Bai Yu Mo, first, the system would probably use it as an excuse to dock more Luck Points; second, it would severely hinder Bai Yu Mo’s cultivation speed, making her fall behind other Child of Destiny candidates.
And if Bai Yu Mo went out and—like Zuo Qiu—killed one or more Child of Destiny, it would definitely be credited to him by the system.
So, hiding in Heavenly Sword Sect now seemed pointless.
Moreover, the competition among the Child of Destiny was intensifying. Bai Yu Mo, despite being quite strong, could still get hurt. Once hurt, the system would definitely hold him accountable.
Should he go out with Bai Yu Mo? But if he did—oh boy—then it wouldn’t be just one or two Child of Destiny he’d have to deal with. His inherent sarcasm and mischief might attract even more.
“Brother?”
That faint voice of Bai Yu Mo broke his train of thought.
He looked at her puzzled, only to see her quietly sneaking her hand into his and interlacing her fingers. She whispered, “Maybe I shouldn’t go out training after all.”
“…No, you’ve been with me around the sect long enough.” Bai Feng shook his head, then lifted her hand that was holding his. “But this time, I’ll go out with you. You better protect me well!”
Bai Yu Mo was first surprised, then a gentle smile spread across her face. She didn’t refuse but nodded earnestly, “Mm, I will definitely protect you.”
“Then let’s do some preparations first. I’ll craft a few more array disks.” Bai Feng’s decision was simple—if hiding in Heavenly Sword Sect would get him luck points, then why not go out altogether? Sure, more Child of Destiny might target him, but he hated uncertainty. He didn’t want to spend every day on edge, staring at the system.
And if he stayed with Bai Yu Mo, at least he could bargain with those Child of Destiny. Even if he had to fight some selfish, greedy ones, he could help protect Bai Yu Mo from injury, preventing her from miraculously earning more Luck Points.
Plus, he had plans to go out before, just that the current situation pushed him to do so sooner.
…
‘Good, good, no Child of Destiny in this city for now.’
Bai Feng silently surveyed his surroundings, constantly monitoring the system’s mini-map for signs of other Child of Destiny.
This is Wufeng City, close to the demonic territory. Originally, because of eternal conflicts between righteous and demonic factions, fewer people gathered here compared to other cities. But lately, with the righteous faction taking advantage of internal chaos in the demonic forces to pound them repeatedly, the city has become bustling. On the streets, disciples from various sects were leisurely browsing.
“Look, there’s Yu Ling Long too, and it’s crowded.”
Yun Yue Yao, clutching her arms, looked at the almost bursting-at-the-seams Yu Ling Long shop ahead, surprised.
“Probably buying communication tools,” Bai Feng replied nonchalantly. If you looked closely, you’d notice most people packed into the Yu Ling Long store were from other sects besides Heavenly Sword Sect, including a few elders with long white beards.
As a city near the demonic territory, Wufeng City had long ago installed a special communication formation—more stable signals and a secret communication channel.
Most of these sect disciples were here for the latest trend—forums and other novel features. They’d never seen such a way of communication where they didn’t even have to leave the city to chat with people from other sects and regions.
