Chapter 351: Can’t I Be the One Who Sends the Gossip First?
Zuo Qiu strolled down the streets of Wufeng City, tilting her head up to scan the surroundings. After a quick survey, she headed decisively in one direction.
Once she learned that Bai Feng had come to Wufeng City, she didn’t waste a second—she set out like a rocket, legs pumping faster than a caffeine-fueled rabbit.
Soon, she halted in front of what looked like an ordinary house. Rather than just barging in like a team of overzealous bullies, she took out her communicator, found Bai Feng’s name, and sent a message:
Zuo Qiu: Young Master, can I come in?
At that moment, Bai Feng, who was busy scheming how to get that special ‘fortress’ to spring into action, saw Zuo Qiu’s message. The muscles at the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
He recalled the luck child that Zuo Qiu had offed.
He even did some digging—turns out the luck child she eliminated was from the Demon Path, a brutal guy with a cruel streak and a heavy dose of double standards. He believed the world was just a game of survival—if you’re weaker, you get to be bullied; if you’re stronger, then everyone else is just ripe for the taking. But if someone stronger dared to oppress him? Well, that ‘someone’ was fair game for total annihilation.
Overall, Zuo Qiu’s actions weren’t wrong—technically.
But… just thinking about all that luck points she’d been hoarding made Bai Feng furious.
He really wanted to punish her severely!
He took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. Then, he picked up his communicator and typed a few words to send back:
Bai Feng: Come in.
Soon after, he heard the door push open and close again.
Zuo Qiu, upon entering, didn’t dash straight to Bai Feng’s side like some eager puppy. She first surveyed the area, making sure no one was lurking nearby, then ambled over and said, “Master.”
“I heard you recently took down the bl**d Blade, that long-famous figure from Demon Path. Quite the achievement…” Bai Feng turned to look at her, a forced smile on his face.
He had to stay calm, no losing his temper, and definitely couldn’t punish her outright. The system wouldn’t let him miss the chance to drain her luck points just because he was angry.
Zuo Qiu hurriedly shook her head. “No, no, it’s all thanks to Master! Without the divine weapons and array disks you gave me, I wouldn’t have caught that sneaky fellow.”
…So, in other words, Bai Feng was the one who killed the luck child from the bl**d Demon Sect?
d*mn it! So frustrating!
“Master?” Zuo Qiu looked at him with some confusion, noting Bai Feng’s silence.
“No, I didn’t do much. All the credit goes to you,” Bai Feng said, placing a hand on her shoulder—though his grip was just a little firmer than usual. “I’m just pondering what reward to give you. Do you have any requests?”
“I… I…” Suddenly, Zuo Qiu lowered her head, ears flushing pink. “I want to keep improving my cultivation…”
“…”
Are you telling me they kept stuffing luck points into her, and she’s still not satisfied?
After a few seconds of silence, Bai Feng gently rubbed her head, whispering, “This situation is special. We might need to launch an attack on the bl**d Demon Sect at any moment—let’s postpone the reward for now. Choose something else.”
Zuo Qiu wasn’t disappointed—instead, she felt a surge of excitement. Even though Bai Feng hadn’t agreed outright, he hadn’t refused either! The ‘later’ in his words meant that once they finished off the Demon Path, he was actually planning to go along with her…
She hastily pushed away the distracting thoughts, lowering her voice and asking, “Master… could you help naughty doggy bathe?”
Bai Feng: ???
Wait, sister, are you serious?
“Can you… pick another reward?” she asked, clearly not getting the hint.
“Oh… then can I sleep with naughty doggy?” she continued desperately.
“…Choose something else,” Bai Feng said, rubbing his forehead. What kind of reward was this? Is she in heat or something? No, wait—she’s not a dog! She’s a human!
“Um… could Master make a few spiritual weapons for me?” she added hopefully.
“That’s doable,” Bai Feng nodded, feeling relieved—finally, a normal request.
Zuo Qiu’s face lit up with a small smile. She quickly rummaged through her storage pouch, pulling out a piece of paper: “Please, Master, wait a moment. I jotted down my ideas earlier. See if you can make it happen.”
She hurriedly handed the paper over.
Bai Feng took it, glancing at the drawing—an illustration of a beast ear and tail, with some tiny notes beside. The gist: more realistic dog accessories, not just a wagging tail, but one that could simulate the feel of the tail.
He looked up at Zuo Qiu, half speechless—this request was even more bizarre than before!
But considering her previous demands, crafting a movable beast ear and tail didn’t seem impossible.
…
“Impossible… there’s no way?”
The Sect Master of bl**d Demon Sect frowned tightly. He had already caught spies planted from other Demon Path sects—except for that one tip-off messenger who was still missing.
Could it be that no one was actually giving them intel? But how else could the righteous faction know their every move so precisely?
He even deliberately sent out a team, only for them to disappear for days afterward—probably dead.
Could it be that *I* am the one who’s secretly informing the other side?
He sank into confusion.
But he didn’t stay confused for long. A loud bang outside the sect jolted him awake.
He abandoned his pondering and rushed out, only to see a huge iron box slowly making its way toward the sect’s area.
“What the heck is that?”
The Sect Master of bl**d Demon Sect didn’t remain dazed long. Soon, he spotted the cultivators surrounding the iron box—obviously the righteous faction’s people.
“D*mn righteous sect, with their reckless nonsense. Do they think we’re some soft persimmon?”
He cursed. Luckily, he had sensed that they might attack before, and told the Divine Monarch’s men to prepare—they should arrive soon.
With the protective great array, holding out until the Divine Monarch’s people arrived was no problem.
But he also didn’t plan to give them a smooth ride!
“Send someone! Call the Elder!”
A few minutes later, facing the sparse bl**d Demon Sect disciples and equally few elders, he fell into deep thought.
Where are my elders? Oh right—they were killed, captured, or turned into spies, then further refined, plus Hell-bent on monitoring the Sect. Many had died in the process.
But it’s okay—I have the great array. We can hold out until the Divine Monarch’s people arrive.
Just then—the seemingly impenetrable big array suddenly jolted, sending the sect leader into a panic once again.
‘Calm down. The righteous sect will make a move—that’s normal. But they won’t be able to break the array easily in a short time…’
He inhaled several deep breaths, trying to steady his mind. After all, it was only recently that he took the sect leader throne with the help of the Divine Monarch. He was still inexperienced.
While he kept reassuring himself, the big array shook again—this time even more violently, approaching collapse.
The Sect Master’s eyes widened. He dashed outside, looking at the trembling, near-shattering array, and yelled in disbelief: “How is this possible?”
