Chapter 438: Bai Feng’s Left Qiu PTSD Almost Went Off the Rails
“Young Master Bai~ Do you miss me or not?”
“No.” Bai Feng shot a quick glance at her, then plopped himself right next to Qiao Qiao, plopping down without a second thought.
Beside them, Yu Yao narrowed her eyes slightly and became alert—so the “fox spirit” nickname wasn’t just for fun. Though she had seen Xiaojiu, the nine-tailed fox, before, Xiaojiu mostly wore beast form and was a bit… silly. So, she initially thought the nickname was wrong. Now, she saw it clearly: not wrong, just that Xiaojiu was pretty special.
Bai Feng didn’t bother to respond to Qiao Qiao. His gaze shifted to You Su Rong Rong, who was standing nearby in her OL outfit. After observing for a few seconds, he silently shot another glance toward Qiao Qiao—no wonder a few days ago, Qiao Qiao had posted some photos on her communicator asking which outfit looked better. He thought they were for her, but apparently they were for You Su Rong Rong.
“Long time no see, Young Master Bai,” You Su Rong Rong said politely but a little stiffly, looking like a secretary about to start her report.
“Don’t be so tense,” Bai Feng smiled and waved. “Just like chatting through your communicator. Relax, okay?”
“…Okay.” She lowered her head slightly; honestly, she’d been pretty nervous sending reports via communicator—every sentence carefully vetted before pressing send.
*Crunch, crunch.*
Ling Lan shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth, staring at Bai Feng non-stop… or so she thought. But then she noticed Bai Feng looked over at her. Thinking for a moment, she reached out and handed him her popcorn. “Young Master Bai, do you want some?”
“…No, thanks.” Bai Feng waved him off, but inside, he wondered—what’s this pigeon doing here? Is the Silver Winged Dove tribe planning to move to the Northern Region too?
Since Bai Feng declined, Ling Lan retrieved her popcorn and clarified her purpose, “Well, our clan leader also wants to cooperate with you. Just like with the Qing Qiu clan, we plan to move to Blue Rainbow City.”
“Oh, you’re also feeling pressure from some of the demons in the Southern Region?”
Ling Lan shook her head, her expression turning serious. “No, it’s not that. We just think that following Young Master Bai can give us good food, and we’re also safer—no demons dare to bully us. Besides, the whole point of pigeons is to stick with Young Master Bai and get some popcorn!”
Bai Feng: “…”
Honestly, he already knew these pigeons’ brains were a bit off—but this? Just a few popcorn and they’re bought? Really?
Next to him, Qiao Qiao side-glanced at Ling Lan. “Weren’t you saying you’d go to Yu Ling Long to get some popcorn? Why are you suddenly switching to sticking with Young Master Bai for popcorn?”
Sure enough, Ling Lan’s brain was just a little strange—not stupid, just a little weird.
“Alright, I understand.” Bai Feng nodded without refusing Ling Lan’s plea for help. He actually needed some “express pigeons” and “delivery pigeons” to expand his business, especially now that the Eastern Continent was nearly done sweeping away the unruly factions, and he needed the Silver Winged Dove tribe to help transport some valuables.
“Then I’ll thank you on behalf of the clan leader, Young Master Bai,” Ling Lan said solemnly, then quickly returned to her usual self, walking over and silently watching them while munching on her popcorn.
Bai Feng was indifferent. “This isn’t the place to talk. Let’s head to Yu Ling Long.”
…
Yu Ling Long.
“Young Master Bai, do we need to do anything to move to Blue Rainbow City?”
Qiao Qiao sat beside Bai Feng, her slender eyes shimmering with a charming smile.
“You’ve been in the Northern Region for so long; you should know the difference between the North and South.” Bai Feng didn’t answer immediately but slowly explained, “The North isn’t very friendly to demons. If you want to settle and survive in a city there, it’s not easy.”
“Yeah, we expected that. Besides, it’s not worse than the South, at least.”
Qiao Qiao nodded. During her time working in Xuan Guang City, she encountered many cultivators who showed disdain for their demon clan. Luckily, she had warned the other nine-tailed foxes beforehand, and those cultivators didn’t dare cause trouble in Xuan Guang City, so no big conflicts arose.
“Well, I’ll be frank,” Bai Feng’s expression grew serious. “If you want to settle in Blue Rainbow City smoothly, you must submit to me. I know this is a big deal, so take a few days to think it over and give me your answer.”
Qiao Qiao blinked precisely, catching the key point Bai Feng mentioned—he wasn’t asking them to submit to the Bai family, but to Bai Feng himself. The two might seem similar—after all, Bai Feng was the eldest son of the Bai family, and likely to be the future head. But there’s a huge difference: submitting to the Bai family means accepting their rulings, while submitting to Bai Feng means only listening to him.
She then smiled more brightly. “No need to think about it. This isn’t something that requires much pondering.”
She slowly knelt down and pulled out a spiritual beast collar from her storage pouch, presenting it with both hands. “I represent the Qing Qiu clan in submitting to you.”
“…Wait, what are you doing giving me this?” Bai Feng’s PTSD from Left Qiu almost triggered at the sight of the collar.
“Isn’t it what you said—about submitting? I remember the Northern Region really likes to put collars like this on demons, right?” Qiao Qiao looked up, seeming a little puzzled.
“I don’t need that thing. When I said ‘submit,’ I didn’t mean like that,” Bai Feng rubbed his forehead. “I mean, from now on, you all follow me, become my subordinates, and obey my orders.”
“But… I really don’t need to wear this?” Qiao Qiao gently stroked the collar with her delicate finger. “I’ve been choosing for days just to find one that suits me. Not wearing it feels kind of… wasteful.”
“If it’s a personal preference, I respect that. But I’m not going to raise a new fox,” Bai Feng said hurriedly, noticing she might have more to say. “Alright, since you agree, let’s get to the real business. I have a mission for you.”
“Young Master Bai, please tell me… do I need to start calling you ‘Master’ now?” Qiao Qiao pretended to ponder.
“I already told you—after this, you’re my subordinates. Don’t make me repeat it for the third time,” Bai Feng shot her a look. “What I asked you to do is simple. Aside from working with Yu Ling Long, I’ve recently developed a game and plan to build a professional team to manage it. I’ll give you the requirements later, and you choose suitable people.”
“A game?”
Qiao Qiao thought about the few games she played on the Recording Device. But knowing Bai Feng’s style, the game he makes probably isn’t that simple.
She nodded. “Young Master Bai, rest assured. Leave this to me, and I’ll make sure it turns out beautiful and perfect.”
