Chapter 5: What Are You Barking At, Dog?
“Eh? Cat got your tongue?” the male disciple jeered, still playing the bully. “You went so far as to dig out your own little sister’s Celestial Bone for power, and after everything got exposed, you turned into some kind of a disgrace—completely dragging Senior Sister Bai’s reputation through the mud! If I were you, I’d find a nice quiet place and just end it already!”
Bai Feng saw through it instantly—this guy was just looking for trouble, and probably a total sycophant of her sister.
d*mn it, I, Child of Destiny, dare not mess with the heavens, but this guy… a mere lickspittle and he’s bouncing around in front of me?
If it was any other Child of Destiny’s sycophant, I might hesitate. But since this one’s my sister’s, I gotta give him a good lesson!
“Who the hell is this stupid dog? So annoying!” Bai Feng, without missing a beat, drew his long sword. “Get lost, or I’ll make you go away.”
“Fine, fine!” the male disciple chuckled bitterly when he saw Bai Feng actually dared to talk back. “Looks like you, a useless piece of trash, don’t even realize the gap between us. Today, I’ll teach you a lesson on behalf of Bai Sister!”
“Senior Brother Chen, isn’t that a bit too much?” a fellow disciple accompanying him hesitated. After all, Bai Sister’s brother, even if they’re outsiders, shouldn’t interfere in their family business.
But Chen Brother ignored him, or rather, he had his own little theory: “It doesn’t matter. He’s about to dig out Bai Sister’s Celestial Bone. Do you think Bai Sister would still acknowledge him?”
Maybe Bai Sister just tolerates him because of family, so let him be the sacrifice!
The moment he thought about Bai Sister possibly giving him a glance or even paying more attention to him because of this, his heart pounded with excitement.
“Stupid dog, fighting while chatting? Am I an NPC during the plot dialogue that can’t hit back?”
Bai Feng appeared beside Chen Brother out of nowhere, raised a foot, and kicked him flying.
Chen Brother quickly spun in midair, landing steadily. His face twitched with rage at this shameless guy, yet inside, he also felt a little confused—how did this trash at the early Foundation Establishment stage kick a full circle-stage master like him flying?
Seeing the doubt in his eyes, Bai Feng lifted his left leg and lunged forward almost instantly: “Spirit Weapon, kid!”
Though his talent was plain, he had money—rich enough to know the value of the North Region Bai Family.
If only he could use a Spirit Artifact at this stage… at least a half-immortal tool for self-defense.
Chen Brother hurriedly brandished his sword, but even so, he was almost crushed. The opponent’s sword was fast, powerful—almost shaking his hand numb.
Unseen by others, a few talismans on Lin Yan glowed with golden light, boosting his speed and strength repeatedly. Plus, with all the Spirit Artifacts he had on him, fighting a circle-stage master was a piece of cake.
In retreat, Chen Brother temporarily forgot the face he needed to save. He took a deep breath, and a formidable wave of spiritual energy erupted from the full circle-stage aura, forcing Bai Feng back several steps.
“Good, very good!”
Chen Brother’s expression darkened—he hadn’t expected to be caught off guard. Bai Feng didn’t seem like the useless trash rumors painted him out to be. His foundation was solid, not just some skill boosted artificially by pills.
He squinted and sneered: “Hiding your true strength? If not for me, everyone would be fooled by you. The rumors that you’re just a pill-supported wreck—probably also spread by you, huh? Seems like deep down, you still covet Bai Sister’s Celestial Bone!”
Bai Feng: “?”
Crazy! Why the hell would I spread rumors that I’m a waste?
And yes, I did rely on pills to raise my level at the start! But I absorbed the medicinal power carefully, solidified my foundation—aren’t many geniuses in sects doing the same?
“Looks like one lesson isn’t enough. Rest assured, for Bai Sister’s sake, I’ll leave you alive.” Chen Brother drew his sword, the sharp aura radiating off him. “Come on—you think you’re the only one with Spirit Weapons?”
Bai Feng rubbed his head, feeling like this Heavenly Sword Sect is hoarding rare items. This is Qinghong City! What the hell are you barking about?
“Hey, are you just gonna watch? Not drag him down?” he turned to the nearby Heavenly Sword Sect disciple. “If not, get someone to call Bai Sister over. I’m in a hurry!”
Does he really think I, the eldest son of the White Family, only have low-level Spirit Artifacts?
While their young, clear-eyed disciples looked confused, suddenly, a voice rang out from beside them:
“Don’t bother helping; you guys better send a few people to call Bai Sister over at White Family.”
Immediately, their faces lit up with joy: “It’s Junior Brother Lin!”
“Right! Lin Brother’s family is nearby too!”
They looked like they’d found their backbone. Quickly, they nodded in agreement and stepped back, splitting into two groups rushing toward White Family.
Chen Brother saw the cowardice of his companions and his anger intensified. He turned to glare at Bai Feng, who looked bored, and snarled: “One trash like you, I can handle myself!”
He took a step forward, his sword radiating fierce sword qi directly stabbing at Bai Feng.
But before Bai Feng could unleash a more powerful move, a figure suddenly darted out, intercepting the attack with a single sword.
“Chen Brother, overbearing and picking on the weak—that’s not much of a skill, huh? Want me to have a go?”
Lin Yan landed gracefully, his broad sword pointed squarely at Chen Brother.
“Why are you here too?” Bai Feng, who had suspected this guy was lurking in the shadows, played it cool and asked.
“I’ve been observing from the dark all along. Sorry I’m only coming out now,” Lin Yan apologized with a smile, then gave Bai Feng a big thumbs-up. “Brother Bai, I knew I wasn’t mistaken about you! Don’t worry—I get you!”
Bai Feng: “?”
What do you understand? Heaven’s Sword Sect’s people are really something else. Even you, the Kid of Destiny, are starting to act like this?
“Lin Yan!!” Chen Brother’s fury boiled over as his move was blocked—by another Heavenly Sword Sect disciple, no less. His eyes flashed with rage. “You sure you wanna stop me?”
“I just can’t stand seeing someone that doesn’t know the rules acting above their station,” Lin Yan said quietly. Despite still being at the middle Foundation Establishment stage, he didn’t fear the circle-stage opponent. After all, he had fought those before.
“You think you’ve defeated a few useless trash, so you can challenge me now?” Chen Brother sneered. “Final question: are you sure you want to stop me?”
“Spouting nonsense. If you wanna fight, just do it. If not, get lost,” Lin Yan snapped, frowning—this guy’s really lost it.
“Need help?” Bai Feng asked casually, playing with his sword.
“No need. I got this,” Lin Yan chuckled confidently.
“Then here,” Bai Feng tossed a talisman. “Just use it—got plenty more where that came from.”
The talisman wasn’t anything too precious. Lin Yan didn’t hesitate, reaching out to catch it. “Then I won’t hold back.”
“Good, good!” Chen Brother, seeing the other’s nonchalant attitude, grinned instead of fuming. “Time to let you see the difference between us.”
With that, he charged straight at Lin Yan, sword aimed.
