Chapter 4: Are You the Villain or Am I the Villain?
Bai Feng pondered for a few seconds before giving up — what’s the point of analyzing this? Listening to tunes is the real priority.
He still didn’t believe the other party would actually follow him into Qiufeng Tower to enjoy the music.
“Yo~ Isn’t that Bai Shao? Today I heard a magpie singing on a branch, and I just knew a noble guest would arrive. Come on, girls…”
Before he even stepped into Qiufeng Tower, a voice drifted over from afar. Without turning his head, Bai Feng knew instantly — it was Aunt Wang, one of the managers of Qiufeng Tower.
“Hey, stop with the act.” Bai Feng raised a hand to cut her off. “I don’t like to be disturbed when I’m listening to music. Same old, same old. Who’s singing today?”
Aunt Wang nodded happily, dispersing a gathering of young women, and quickly approached Bai Feng with a big smile.
“It’s Miss Qiu’er. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied, Bai Shao.”
“Well, looks like luck is on my side today — lucky enough to hear Miss Qiu’er sing,” Bai Feng said, showing interest.
This girl named Qiu’er had joined Qiufeng Tower about a year ago and quickly climbed the ranks, her unique singing voice winning the hearts of wealthy young masters vying to shower her with compliments.
But she was cold and aloof, rarely coming out to sing, and even Aunt Wang couldn’t control her. This was the first time Bai Feng had actually heard her.
Yeah, luck finally turned around.
Following Aunt Wang to a small elegant room on the second floor, it was cozy but not big — enough to seat three or four people comfortably, though clearly not just for listening to music.
But for Bai Feng? That was obviously his ‘music listening chair.’
Casually grabbing some grapes from the table and popping one into his mouth, he then pulled out paper and pen, ready to gather material.
He hoped this famous Miss Qiu’er would bring him a surprise or some inspiration.
Outside the door, Lin Yan was watching Bai Feng walk into Qiufeng Tower — and he finally saw through the ruse.
‘Teacher, you were right. Bai Feng really is pretending. But why is he acting like some spoiled young master?’
‘No idea. Maybe it’s related to those rumors,’ Dan Lao stroked his beard, now also showing interest.
‘Yeah, trying to confirm those rumors, huh?’ Lin Yan mused. ‘I remember Bai Feng’s talent isn’t that impressive. And because of those rumors about him trying to snatch his sister’s Celestial Bone to cheat d*ath — whether true or not — it’s causing trouble for his sister in the long run.’
‘So he’s pretending to be a wastrel now — maybe to show he’s given up on cultivating, no longer coveting the Celestial Bone, so his sister can focus on her training without being disturbed by gossip. If that’s the case, Bai bro’s mind is way bigger than mine.’
‘That’s a real possibility,’ Dan Lao said, glancing at Lin Yan with a teasing smile. ‘Want to sneak in and see for yourself? That Qiu’er girl seems pretty famous!’
Lin Yan shook his head without hesitation: ‘Nope. Those people can’t hold a candle to Teacher Chun Qiu’s paintings.’
… Uh oh, looks like his disciple has some serious psychological issues!
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“Ah-che! Ah-choo!”
Bai Feng sneezed, shooting a glance at the Fate Child standing at the door, who wasn’t moving. He was a bit puzzled — what was on his mind?
If he knew what the other was whispering, he’d be crying foul:
It’s not that complicated — I’m just here to listen to music and gather inspiration! After all, sensual images don’t draw themselves, and good art needs a spark of genius!
He doesn’t like being watched while creating, nor does he want to reveal his alter ego. Plus, with his current eye for beauty? The local gals here don’t even come close, the top-tier ones cost a fortune. Better to stay in his room quietly drawing his “smut art.”
“Here she comes! Miss Qiu’er is out!”
“Miss Qiu’er, watch me!”
“Quick! Tip the jar! I can’t let a few punks beat me!”
“Miss Qiu’er, I’m your dog!”
Suddenly, it was like a madness outbreak — Bai Feng froze mid-tea sip.
He’d come here many times, but he’d never seen such a scene.
Curiosity piqued, he slowly moved to the window and peeked at the girl playing the qin — her face beneath a translucent veil, wearing a long black dress that wasn’t your average couture.
The black fabric covered most of her chest, revealing a patch of white skin. Two straps around her neck exposed delicate collarbones and smooth, pale back. The lower part wrapped completely around her, but the material was semi-transparent, teasingly revealing slender legs without actually showing them clearly — just a faint hint, enough to stir desire.
Though simple in decoration, her attire emitted a noble aura that made it hard to look away.
The moment she stepped out, the noisy hall suddenly fell silent.
Unlike the crowd that was stunned, Bai Feng’s expression was… subtle. Isn’t that the dress in my smutt art? If you’re copying, at least change it up a bit! Don’t just lift it exactly!
Fortunately, he mostly painted worlds’ clothing—only when inspiration strikes does he sketch something new, like this Qiu’er’s dress.
He doesn’t draw clothes from the Blue Star because they’re too provocative for this world’s people.
Originally, he thought he’d take his time, but now he’s glad he didn’t draw everything. Otherwise, these folks would milk him for all he’s worth.
He hates two types of people most: those who milk his sheep, and those who try to prevent him from milking his sheep.
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Come on, show some respect — toss him a few bucks, buy a couple more books maybe!
Not only Bai Feng noticed this — others also gradually caught on:
“Isn’t that the outfit from Teacher Chun Qiu’s art? d*mn, Teacher Chun Qiu really has good taste!”
“Exactly, from Issue 11, Page 4!”
“Teacher Chun Qiu, you’re my idol!”
“No, no, it’s all about the clothes. Maybe Miss Qiu’er reads Chun Qiu?”
“Bullshit! Miss Qiu’er is so pure — no way she reads that kind of stuff!”
Others nearby were stunned for a moment. They first looked at the Qiufeng Tower sign to confirm they were in the right place, then glanced warily at the fervent fans. Immediately, they kept their distance.
“Crazy bastards! How did this trash slip into Qiufeng Tower?”
“Step back — the closer I get, the dumber I feel.”
Meanwhile, Qiu’er kept playing her instrument, her hand lightly plucking the strings. All the arguing and chatter vanished instantly.
Bai Feng sat back down at his own chair as the music played. It was excellent, hypnotic even — like magic, pulling listeners into a trance.
But that thief who was milking him? Using his stolen sheep to make money? That really pisses him off!
Ugh, so frustrating…
He decided enough was enough. Time to leave.
Quietly, Bai Feng pushed open the door. Even the maidens inside were so enchanted by the music they didn’t notice someone sneaking out.
Only Qiu’er, playing on the stage, kept her eyes fixed on him, tracking his departure.
“Better to go home and bask in the sun,” Bai Feng muttered, shaking his head. But as he took a few steps forward, a group of people approached.
Wearing the same attire as the Fate Child — seems they’re all inner disciples of Heavenly Sword Sect.
Are they Bai Feng’s juniors?
Before he could figure it out, the lead man sneered:
“Hah, what a loser. Going out in broad daylight to such a place — embarrassing for Bai Meimei!”
Bai Feng blinked: “?”
What the hell, listening to tunes at a brothel is none of your business.
d*mn it, I, a villain with a villain system, am getting ridiculed?
Who has the real villain system here?!
“Bai mei-mei” mean “little bai” right??