Chapter 457: Young Master Bai’s Grace Is Much More Than Just This
“Letter?”
White Feng blinked in surprise as he reached out to take the letter. It’s not like he hadn’t received or written letters before, but these days, almost everyone just used communication devices. Letters had become ancient history—kind of like trying to dial up the Stone Age.
He then casually glanced at the seemingly proud pigeon, and with a flick of his wrist, tossed a handful of popcorn over—this wasn’t just any pigeon; it was Ling Lan, the pigeon she kept snatching from other pigeons along the way. As for why… well, the popcorn in her beak was pretty convincing.
He cracked open the envelope and took a peek inside, only to see it was from Ling Feng—in the Golden Lion City.
He almost forgot he had a lucky daughter among the monsters, the Child of Destiny. Ling Feng’s journey wasn’t quite what he’d expected; once he arrived in Golden Lion City, everything went smoothly as butter, with hardly any setbacks or surprises.
The message inside wasn’t long. Ling Feng first expressed his gratitude for White Feng’s trust, then went on about his recent dual cultivation of Spirit Power and Demon Power—talking it up like a bragging demon hunter at a buffet. Finally, he got to the main point: he’d discovered that the Western Region’s Demon Path, and even some of the upright factions, were secretly manipulated by the Divine Monarch of the Demon Path. And it seemed they were hunting for something—now, they’re after him.
Hence, Ling Feng felt he couldn’t stay in Golden Lion City any longer, or he might bring disaster upon it.
But he knew running away wouldn’t solve things, so he decided to take the fight to them—figure out what the Divine Monarch was up to, and shed some light on his mysterious demon energy.
Since the Western Region was firmly in the Divine Monarch’s grip, with its powerful Demon Path forces, Ling Feng wasn’t planning to head there. Coincidentally, he heard that some Divine Monarch folks were also prowling in the Southern Region. As the territory of the Monster Tribe, the Southern Region was a lot tougher for the Divine Monarch to control—plus, as a human entering the Monster Tribe’s backyard, there were risks, but compared to the Western Region under the Divine Monarch’s thumb? Much better odds.
After finishing the letter, White Feng fell into thought. No wonder he was called the Child of Destiny—heading into the Monster Tribe’s territory solo to deal with the Divine Monarch? Now that’s some real courage, or maybe just plain madness.
Or maybe—his luck is finally turning around because he’s been hanging out with the Child of Destiny so much? That thought made him a bit worried. He was busy pondering how to find out the Divine Monarch’s plans when Ling Feng suddenly volunteered to deal with the Divine Monarch himself.
White Feng wasn’t about to just watch Ling Feng go off alone. He planned to send him some intel and supplies about the Divine Monarch—sending him out unprepared didn’t sound very smart, especially if Ling Feng got hurt and the system pinned it on him.
His Luck Points had already skyrocketed—adding a little more wouldn’t matter. But honestly, the desire to just lie down and do nothing was fighting with his restlessness. It wasn’t his style.
Thinking this through, White Feng didn’t hesitate. He pulled out his communication device and contacted Ling Lan.
Then, with a flick of his eyes, he saw the curious pigeon still standing nearby, which disappeared in a blink—the invisibility of the mind. Classic.
White Feng: I’m giving you a task. Contact your tribe’s pigeons and send some stuff over—make it quick!
Ling Lan: Don’t worry, boss! I’ll get it done!
White Feng: Great. When you’re done, come over here—I’ll hand you the things.
Ling Lan: Huh?
Ling Lan: No need to trouble yourself—I’ll have other pigeons pick it up. Less transit time that way.
White Feng used his divine consciousness to ‘see’ the pigeon hiding behind the thick wall, still sending messages. He couldn’t help but smile—this pigeon was really persistent, still refusing to reveal itself.
White Feng: Is that so? Well, if you come over, I might even share my popcorn and some special treats with you.
Ling Lan:!!
Ling Lan: No, no! Better let the other pigeons come—they’ve worked so hard too!
From behind the wall, Ling Lan let out a small sigh of relief. Close call. She almost blurted yes, but caught herself. That would have been trouble.
‘Young Master Bai is definitely teasing me on purpose…’
She mumbled internally. She’d long suspected that White Feng had figured out her true identity but hadn’t blown her cover—probably just wanted to mess with her. If other monsters knew she was ‘undercover’, she’d never hear the end of it. But she… could endure.
Letting him tease her was fine. After all, she got to eat White Feng’s popcorn and rare delicacies every day—what’s to complain? As the saying goes, Monster Beasts are never slaves—unless it’s an all-you-can-eat-and-stay arrangement.
Meanwhile, seeing that popcorn couldn’t lure Ling Lan out, White Feng wasn’t too fussed. She was just enjoying her daily treats; he figured she could tell the difference between his simple gestures and genuine danger. His only goal was to mess with her a little—nothing more.
White Feng: Fine, then. Call a few pigeons over—make it quick.
Ling Lan: Yes, boss!
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“Big Brother, are you really going alone to the Southern Region? I heard it’s not a friendly place.”
Ling Feng looked at the brother standing before him, both working together in the Golden Lion City, and shook his head helplessly: “Can’t help it. You guys know my situation. If not for White Young Master sending me Spirit Tools and Cultivation Techniques to suppress my demon energy, I’d have been dead in the water long ago.”
‘And White Young Master’s grace is even more than that.’
If White Feng’s reputation hadn’t been so great, and if the occasional letters he sent hadn’t shocked the local snakes into submission, he might’ve been hung at the city gates as a demon for sure.
Thinking of that, Ling Feng’s gaze sharpened—the situation wasn’t as dangerous as it looked. With his skills, dragging it out a bit longer was manageable. But he didn’t want to hide forever. Thanks to White Feng’s divine artifacts and techniques, he’d found a breakthrough—recovered his strength and cultivation. No more chickens crossing the road in hiding.
Plus, he wanted to repay White Feng’s great kindness. The Divine Monarch had been targeting White Feng repeatedly, and soon, Ling Feng would have to face off against him using the Ancient Bell in his chest. Since that’s the case? It might as well be proactive—take the fight to the Divine Monarch, and maybe, just maybe, damage his teeth along the way.
“Big Brother, I’ve got a message from you! It’s from the Yu Ling Long’s pigeon!”
Just then, a voice interrupted his thoughts. He hurried outside and saw a pigeon with a storage bag on its back descending.
“You’re Ling Feng, right?” The pigeon handed over a note and the storage bag. “This is what White Boss asked me to deliver. If everything’s okay, please sign here. And don’t forget to leave a five-star review, okay?”
“Oh… okay.”
It was the first time he saw a pigeon that could talk like a human. Well, at least with the spiritual fluctuations, it was definitely a Transformation God Stage Monster Beast. A talking delivery pigeon? No doubt about it—White Feng was truly extraordinary.
After signing for the package, the pigeon didn’t linger. As it flew off, Ling Feng caught a faint muffled voice: “Can enjoy White Boss’s delicious popcorn!” or something similar. He paused, a little confused. Did he imagine it?
Probably just his own ears playing tricks.
