Chapter 395: Come back first, I have a reward for you
“Turns out this guy is actually pretty brainy.”
Bai Feng commented as he watched the live broadcast.
He silently tracked the fusioned Immortal’s finger through a puppet and a bird—classic stealthy move—and successfully hid a few specially modified Image Retainer devices at his hiding spot.
This spooky pale-faced cultivator not only failed to notice, but didn’t even make a move to scan around—probably a clueless little loose cultivator with no intel.
Any seasoned fighter who dabbles in both righteous and demonic battles should at least know what a Retainer device is, right? Some big sects are already scrambling to crack these things, just in case one’s sneaked into their front yard without them even realizing it.
“But patience is key. First, gather intel, then slowly peel off the demonic cultivators who went to join him, leading him straight into the trap.”
Right now, he’s the one lurking in the shadows, so naturally he wants to play to his strengths.
Suddenly, he sensed Zuo Qiu was back and promptly shoved her into his ring.
“Young Master, those demonic cultivators have been taken care of.”
Zuo Qiu held a seemingly ordinary bag. If you peeked inside, you’d see a heap of demon crystals, their demon energy tightly sealed within the bag—no leaks, no spills.
“Good job. Thanks for your effort.”
Bai Feng nodded, reaching out to grab the bag. The demon crystals would be his bait.
He then pulled out a map of the secret realm’s core area, circling some regions on it.
“This is our next target. No need to rush. Rest up first, get your mind in the game.”
“Young Master, I…”
Before she could finish, Bai Feng tapped her head with a firm tone.
“Obey. That’s an order.”
“…Yes.” Zuo Qiu nodded silently, saying nothing more this time.
“Go get some rest.”
Bai Feng waved dismissively, though he was glad that Zuo Qiu was putting in effort—too much effort might ruin her, after all.
He checked his system and saw his upgrade progress was at 66.6%. He guessed that after knocking out that Immortal-finger fusioned cultivator, the progress could jump to around 80%.
Wondering what new features would pop up after the system upgrade, he paused thoughtfully.
“Master…” Zuo Qiu hesitated, voice barely above a whisper. “I feel like I’m about to break through to Transformation God Full Stage. Can you help me after this is over? But of course, it’s all up to Master’s judgment. I… I’ll always listen to Master.”
“Wait a minute—big fight ahead, don’t go making promises like that.”
Bai Feng grimaced slightly. Even now, he couldn’t understand—why did the Child of Destiny turn out like this when he hadn’t done anything bad?
Zuo Qiu didn’t understand what Bai Feng was saying, but she nodded obediently.
“Just… I have my own plans. Go rest.”
After sending Zuo Qiu off, Bai Feng felt a bit more relaxed—he knew that if she really reached Transformation God Full Stage, it’d be a huge help in the upcoming fight. Still, his itch to criticize the system’s antics persisted.
If she really fell behind due to her cultivation level, it would be him at the bottom of the unlucky list.
He sat back in his chair, pondering deeply.
…
“Has the hideout been discovered?”
The Pale Man’s brow furrowed. Recent moves weren’t going well—no demonic cultivators gathered, and even the ones he sent out hadn’t returned.
He was certain those cultivators hadn’t run away but had been ambushed and killed by the righteous sect. He left a drop of his bl**d in each of them; shortly after they left, he lost contact with his bl**d.
If he was decisive, he should gather the remaining cultivators and forge them into his strength, but instead… he hesitated. Or rather, he was too greedy—wanted to gather more demonic cultivators to fight the righteous sect first. When their sect was fully opened, he’d use those forces then devour them.
“Senior Brother!”
Suddenly, a demonic cultivator hurried over, looking anxious.
“What’s with the panic? Is your head screwed on straight?” The Pale Man’s expression darkened a little. If his sect’s numbers kept dwindling, he’d be mad enough to tear this reckless fool apart for a quick conversion.
“Master, I just got news—they’re mimicking us, recruiting a large group of demonic cultivators to oppose the righteous sect.”
“What?!” The Pale Man slammed his hand on the table, springing up. “How dare they?!”
That was basically snatching his food right from his mouth!
Realizing his reaction, he adjusted his robes and sat back down, murmuring.
“Is the intel confirmed?”
“Almost. I followed them clandestinely and saw quite a few, but they’re cautious—couldn’t find their base.”
The Pale Man stroked his chin, suspicious.
“Could these be fake righteous sect guys pretending to be us?”
The demon cultivator hurriedly shook his head.
“No way—they’re very demonic in style, some even carrying demon energy. That’s pretty evil. The righteous guys wouldn’t dare to carry demon aura inside themselves.”
“Hmph, looks like our luck’s finally turning around.”
After a moment of anger, a certain glimmer of joy appeared in his eyes—most of these demonic cultivators were acting solo, slow to recruit. Now, someone is helping him gather them all—saved him a lot of effort.
But cautious as he was, he decided to hold back for now.
“Keep probing—try to find their base.”
“Yes, Senior Brother!”
Meanwhile…
“That flesh-and-bl**d puppet’s pretty handy.”
Bai Feng looked at the puppet with real flesh and bl**d—almost indistinguishable from a real person—and suddenly thought of some old anime about a mecha girl. But his puppet wasn’t a girl, not at all—there were old, young, male, female demons all mixed together.
“But this thing’s too evil. Better not make too many in the future.”
Because the flesh puppet’s made from real bodies or spirit beasts, it’s a magnet for trouble. If he were a demon, he might even use this to climb the ranks and become a major demonic figure.
At that moment, his temporary communicator rang.
Zuo Qiu: Young Master, they’ve fallen for it.
Bai Feng: Excellent. You come back now—I have a reward for you.
Zuo Qiu: Yes, Young Master!
Seeing the word ‘reward’ pop up, Zuo Qiu’s heart fluttered—what kind of reward was her master planning to give?
Was it putting dog ears and tail on her again, and then…
