Chapter 500: Bai Yu Mo: Another Creepy Cat Stealing the Scene
Okay, folks, feast your eyes on this flying chariot designed by the Array Peak—it’s not your average flying boat! First off, it’s huge—way bigger than your usual sky vessels. Instead of using wood, they’ve opted for a more glamorous material: metal, the kind that screams “destroyer of worlds.” It looks like a battleship in the sky, complete with floating array runes on its underside—talk about an upgrade!
Right now, Bai Feng is not chilling with the Sect Master and the other peak masters. Nope, he’s completely engrossed in the ‘Monitoring Room,’ watching the flying ship and everything around it like it’s the latest Netflix thriller.
“Your creation is surprisingly interesting,” says Tian Yan, standing beside Bai Feng, tilting his head up to stare at the screens like he’s gawking at a new alien species.
“You’re not hiding anymore?” Bai Feng shot a quick glance at Tian Yan with that classic ‘Really?’ expression.
Tian Yan’s head turns slightly, and there’s that trademark subtle smirk—the kind that says, “You’re not gonna believe this.” “Well, I’m here to protect you, so naturally, I need to stay close. Can’t let anything happen to my favorite person.”
Meanwhile, Bai Yu Mo glances over at Tian Yan. Since he’s been hiding out in the shadows—literally—she thought he’d already left. Nope, looks like he’s still around, just not showing his face much. Maybe sneakily living in Bai Feng’s Celestial Ring? Who knows.
And Tian Yan’s attitude toward Bai Feng? Big changes. Though he keeps his poker face intact, she notices that rare flicker of warmth—less cold indifference, more… friendly? Huh. Could this be *the* softening of Tian Yan? Or is he just playing hard to get?
Another sneaky ‘other’ — a cat that’s always stealing snacks. Bai Yu Mo snorts internally, annoyed.
“Oh! Right!” Bai Feng suddenly remembers something and pulls out the Cloud Mist Sword, handing it to Bai Yu Mo. “This sword will work better in your hands than mine. Take it.”
Bai Yu Mo hesitates. “But—bro, don’t you want it for self-defense?”
“It’s out of energy now, just an ordinary celestial sword. I’ve finished researching it; it’s as useful as a paperweight at this point,” Bai Feng waves dismissively. “Besides, it’s better in your hands. You protecting me is more important, right?”
“Yeah,” she nods, finally accepting the sword. “I’ll protect you with my life.”
Bai Feng looks back at the screen, reading the message: “Looks like they’ve checked everything. We’re good to go.”
He slowly raises his right hand, resting it on the protruding joystick. Then he pushes it forward—like, with purpose. Not too fast, not too slow—just enough to add a touch of ceremony. After all, whizzing through the sky in a metal battleship should feel epic, not just a quick push.
The rune arrays beneath the flying ship flare up, and in the blink of an eye, it zooms forward. The surrounding space twists like badly wired rubber, swelling and contracting—sort of like the universe’s worst migraine. Then, just as suddenly, it flickers and vanishes into thin air mid-air, leaving everyone behind scratching their heads.
Meanwhile, Ling Feng is marching toward a camp, flanked by a squad of fully armed yokai. Their territory, once occupied by the bl**d Snake Clan, was reclaimed thanks to their counterattack. But they’re not stopping—oh no—they’re pushing even further into bl**d Snake territory.
Because bl**d Snakes showed teeth, Ling Feng and his team know it’s payback time. They’re not gonna just turn tail—they’re hunting.
Suddenly, a yokai guard blocks Ling Feng at the camp entrance.
“Are you Young Master Ling?” the guard asks.
“That’s me,” Ling Feng confirms, tossing him a token.
The guard nods, handing it back. “Young Master Ling, follow me. Our Clan Leader has been waiting.”
Ling Feng nods, following the guard toward a building in the heart of the camp. A girl beside him whispers, “Aren’t we supposed to meet the Southern Region Alliance today?”
“That’s later,” Ling Feng shrugs. “Right now, we’re meeting the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan Leader.”
“Nine-Tailed Fox?”
The girl frowns—wait, isn’t that a big shot demon? When did big bro Ling Feng start making friends with a fox? Maybe the fox clan’s leader saw Ling Feng’s talents and thought, “Hey, let’s marry our daughter to this handsome young master.” Rumor has it, these foxes are pretty good at fishing for talented humans.
Hmm. Wonder if Ling Feng will say yes. What if he does? Big trouble, huh?
Lost in her daydreams, they arrive at a building where the Fox Clan Leader awaits—an elderly man with snow-white hair.
The girl breathes a sigh of relief—phew. But wait—what if this old guy’s got plans to marry him off? She quickly spirals into another round of wild speculation.
“Is that Young Master Ling Feng?” the Fox Clan Leader greets warmly. “I’ve heard of your feats from the rear lines—well done! Without you, our push would’ve been much harder.”
“Oh, it’s nothing, we just caused some trouble,” Ling Feng jokes. “Thanks to your front-line efforts, we saw the dawn of victory.”
They exchange compliments, joking like merchants at a market. After that, they get down to business.
“Bai Young Master told us that the Divine Monarch might attack a few days early,” Ling Feng reports.
The Fox Clan leader nods. “Yes, Bai Shao Ye told me the same. That’s why I brought my friends here.”
“But isn’t it risky?” Ling Feng asks, cautious. “If the Divine Monarch attacks, we’ll be targeted too. Maybe outside is safer?”
“Not so much,” the elder replies calmly. “Our actions draw too much attention. Even if the Divine Monarch doesn’t care, the bl**d Snake Clan won’t let us go. Honestly, this is the safest place.”
“Prudent choice,” Ling Feng agrees. “On behalf of the Southern Region Alliance, I welcome you. Stick with us from now on.”
“Thanks, elder,” he says, clasping his fists.
Inside, Ling Feng couldn’t help but marvel—Bai Shao Ye truly has divine prowess. He’s already got the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan on a leash! Without him, meetings like this wouldn’t even happen—he might never have gotten to see the Clan Leader’s face.
“Don’t mention it,” the Fox Clan Leader waves dismissively. “Come, let’s meet the others of the Southern Region.”
Suddenly, warning alarms blare outside.
Without hesitation, everyone rushes toward the camp, adrenaline kicking in. The sky has dimmed into a crimson hue, thick bl**d-like mist shrouding the surroundings. Shadowy figures flicker in and out of the mist—whoosh, *quick*! It’s like the nightmare of a horror movie.
“Is it starting already?” Ling Feng grips the ring chain on his arm, eyes sharp. The yokai around him tighten their grips on their weapons, ready for a fight.
“The other camps too,” the Fox Clan Leader says, calmly peering at his communicator. “This isn’t just us.”
“What now?” Ling Feng asks, eyes scanning the encroaching darkness.
“Beat them back,” the elder orders.
Suddenly, red snakes with black patterns burst from the mist—seeking, slithering straight at them.
And that’s where this chapter leaves us—on the edge of a bloody snake attack. Buckle up!
