Chapter 414: Shui Miao Miao: Well, poof! My image is completely ruined!
【Ding! Detected that Shui Xi Yu has eliminated the Child of Destiny, Li Si. Cause omitted. Reward: 2567 Luck Points. Also, the work “Group Illusion Art” by some unknown Immortal has added new Child of Destiny to the Trial Space.】
“……”
So unlucky… I just woke up and this thing is staring right at me.
Bai Feng lay on the bed, sighing. Is it because he’s been working on that illusion game lately? Why does the system keep rewarding him with a bunch of illusion-related knowledge?
“You’ve finally woken up.”
Suddenly, a pair of shiny, golden twin tails appeared right on his quilt.
“…Get off me now!”
Tian Yan indeed didn’t come out last night, but the moment Bai Feng just woke up and wasn’t dressed yet, she pops out—what’s the difference between that and coming out in the dead of night? At least wait until I get up and change first, okay?
While Bai Feng was grousing, Tian Yan didn’t leave but instead bent down, her delicate nose sniffing lightly: “The scent of fate on you has grown stronger. What did you do last night?”
“…I was sleeping,” Bai Feng replied weakly. “Now, please hop off, I need to get up.”
“That’s not right…” Tian Yan looked contemplative, lowering her head to Bai Feng’s side. “Maybe I should skip entering the ring tonight. I’ll stay with you a few nights and figure out why your luck points are increasing.”
“First of all, don’t say such misleading things,” Bai Feng said as he raised a hand to lift Tian Yan off, placing her aside. “And honestly, even if you stare at me all day, I don’t think you’d figure it out. Maybe someone I know did something that affected me?”
“You make a point,” Tian Yan nodded. “But I think we should give it a try. Plus, I can cultivate at night.”
“You’re really not holding back, huh!” Bai Feng’s mouth twitched. “But let’s put a pin in that—no, wait—you can practice cultivation while I’m ‘overtime working’.”
Since he’s planning to develop his game, which will take some days, burning the midnight oil is probably inevitable. Having someone to keep him company during late nights, without feeling guilty, is just perfect.
“Deal,” Tian Yan agreed without fuss.
“Now, first, get out so I can change clothes.”
“Okay.”
……
“I didn’t expect that just a short break would bring so many new things to the Northern Region.”
Shui Miao Miao was playing with her Image Retainer, occasionally swiping on her communicator and browsing forum posts.
“Wow, I died…” She looked at the big ‘Game Over’ sign on her screen, scratching her head. “Is it because my attributes aren’t enough?”
But she didn’t restart; instead, she tossed the Image Retainer onto the bed and focused on the forum.
The game was fun, but honestly, it was kinda weak—character controls were clunky, skills limited. Not as interesting as Senior Brother Bai’s Simulation Secret Realm.
“Who knew there was a novel section here!”
While browsing the forum, Shui Miao Miao spotted something interesting and clicked in—only to faceplant in disappointment a few minutes later. The novels there weren’t what she was looking for.
“Anyway, what should I do today?”
She lay on the bed lost in thought—though she’d been looking forward to returning to Heavenly Sword Sect when she arrived, now that she’s here, she’s got no idea what to do.
“Maybe I should go find Senior Brother Bai…”
Even just training with him would be pretty fun.
Having made up her mind, she got up and ran toward Bai Feng’s residence.
Soon after, Bai Feng opened the door, looking at Shui Miao Miao outside.\nHe asked, “Are the meatballs finished?”
“Not yet—but close!” she answered, then suddenly had a realization. “Senior Brother Bai, am I really just someone who loves eating meatballs in your impression?”
“Well…”
Bai Feng didn’t answer directly; instead, he silently looked away, already knowing what he meant.
“Definitely not my fault! It’s because those meatballs are irresistibly attractive to me, especially since I have dragon bl**d. Not just me—even my little sis is affected!” Shui Miao Miao quickly defended herself.
“Huh, yeah, compared to culinary delights, you seem more into that sort of books… cough!” Bai Feng suddenly cleared his throat and switched the subject. “If it’s not about meatballs, what’s your reason for looking for me?”
But Shui Miao Miao didn’t reply. She froze on the spot—oh no, my image is totally gone now!
Suddenly, she remembered a scene from a certain novel where she’d been chatting with Bai Feng on communicator, and some books on her bed weren’t tidied up. She was dying to dig a hole and bury herself.
“Junior Sister Shui?”
Faced with Bai Feng’s question, she looked utterly defeated. “…Nothing, I’ll head back now.”
As she trudged off with a heavy heart, Bai Feng suddenly spoke, “I recently improved the meatballs. Want to try the new flavor?”
“……”
Shui Miao Miao figured she had no face to stay anymore. Even if the meatballs could stop her, she wouldn’t want to stay—yet her stomach and legs refused to listen, even her mouth.
She turned around, showing her utterly defeated face, and nodded: “Okay.”
Then she followed Bai Feng into his room.
She hated herself for being weak, hated meatballs, and even hated her body for having no resistance to meatballs.
Wait… does this feel like something out of one of those novels? Is Senior Brother Bai planning to use meatballs to make her fall deeper into this? And then… do things?
Bang!
She slapped her own face lightly. Stop fantasizing, idiot! Bai Feng could never be like that!
Bai Feng watched Shui Miao Miao smack her own face, a puzzled look slipping onto his face. Why’s Junior Sister Shui acting like that again?
“Just sit and rest for a while. I’ll heat up the newly improved meatballs,” he said.
“Okay.”
Shui Miao Miao sat obediently on the sofa, but inside, she felt awkward and helpless. She knew Bai Feng had seen everything… she no longer had the face to live openly anymore… Huh?
She stared at the half-open door—the scene suddenly froze in her mind. She knew eavesdropping on someone else’s bedroom wasn’t proper, but she couldn’t really help it. As a Transformation God Stage cultivator, one quick glance could tell what that was, especially with the door ajar. All she did was peek and saw a half-drawn picture inside.
It looked like a woman, and it was drawn so delicately, almost beautiful as if from the Spring and Autumn period.
Wait—could Bai Feng be the one who actually draws those period-style artworks?
