Chapter 51: Sister, I’m Seriously About to Get Angry!
“Little Siblings, are you shy?” Master Sister Yu Yao grinned playfully, reaching out and holding up her clothes in front of herself like a trophy. “Too bad, this isn’t tailored to my body type, so you, little brother, won’t see anything yet~”
Bai Feng looked down at Yu Yao’s figure and mumbled softly, “I’m not that desperate just yet.”
“…Sister, I heard that!” Yu Yao shot him a withering glare. “Having—uh—‘benefits’ isn’t a bad thing, you know?”
“Saving fabric?”
Hearing Bai Feng’s cheeky remark, Yu Yao clenched her fist. “I tell you, I, your senior sister, am really about to blow up!”
After threatening with her tiny fist, she finally untied her waist pouch and threw it to Bai Feng. “Here. Just like we agreed, split it.”
“Wasn’t I just giving you the Spring and Autumn a day ago? Clothes sell that fast?”
Bai Feng hurriedly caught the pouch, opening it to find it packed with Spirit Stones.
“It’s from my old clothing sales,” Yu Yao explained. “Since I used stuff from the Spring and Autumn tome, these Spirit Stones are my bonus. Consider it a thank-you gift for Master Chun Qiu.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll personally deliver these to Master Chun Qiu myself.” Bai Feng patted his chest, looking confident—and maybe a little proud.
And by that, he meant: Hands left, hands right, and voilà—gifts delivered, all in the name of sincerity!
“Oh, right! If Master Chun Qiu releases a new book, you gotta tell me, okay?” Yu Yao nodded. “Alright, I’m headed back to make clothes. Catch you later!”
“See you, Senior Sister.”
Bai Feng waved, watching as Yu Yao, just like when she arrived, flicked out her little short legs and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
He then turned his gaze to the pouch in his hand, pulling out a Spirit Stone and inspecting it with a wide grin.
Hehe, more money!
The array materials he’d been eyeing are totally within reach now!
Unbeknownst to him, the scene of his chat with Yu Yao was perfectly observed by Bai Yu Mo hiding behind the house.
She was originally planning to cook when Bai Feng returned, but caught this scene instead.
Why was Senior Sister Yu Yao holding such clothes? Why was She giving Spirit Stones to Bai Feng?
Bai Yu Mo bit her nails, her rational mind telling her she shouldn’t pry into her big brother’s private affairs. But her curiosity was too strong, and all sorts of wild thoughts started popping up.
……
The next day.
Bai Feng arrived early at Liu Meng’s temporary abode, only to see Su Lan Qian approaching shortly after.
She tiptoed cautiously a few steps closer, her movements tiny. Seeing he was unresponsive, she finally sighed with some relief and stood beside him.
Ten minutes passed.
Bai Feng glanced at Su Lan Qian, who was looking down.
Another ten minutes.
He entered the cave to start his daily studies, with Su Lan Qian silently following behind him like a little shadow.
It seemed Liu Meng had already anticipated this, placing a new desk beside Bai Feng’s, just a few centimeters apart from his.
Bai Feng stopped observing her and focused on studying.
At lunchtime.
Bai Feng stretched lazily, then turned his head. To his surprise, Su Lan Qian was sitting there like a sculpture—completely still, with nothing on the table.
“Umm… are you okay?”
He couldn’t help but ask.
“Huh?” Su Lan Qian suddenly raised her head, then quickly lowered it again. “No, don’t worry about me. Just treat me like a weed, okay?”
……
Something definitely isn’t right!
Bai Feng stroked his chin, sensing that her Heart Demon might not be from him but something else. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be like this.
But then he looked at Su Lan Qian who kept muttering “I’m a weed” with her head down, silently swallowing his questions.
Clearly, this isn’t a good moment for conversation. Better wait until later.
……
After a month of learning array formations from Liu Meng, Bai Feng had pretty much gotten used to the ‘colorful sculpture’ in class.
But today, she’d be missing—an important announcement from the sect. Liu Meng even gave him a day off.
He indulged in a rare nap, only getting up when the sun hung high, yawning as he stepped out of his room.
And what did he see? Bai Yu Mo busy in the kitchen.
“Brother, you’re awake? Please wait a moment. It’ll be ready soon!”
Bai Yu Mo smiled and waved at Bai Feng, then went right back to cooking.
Bai Feng sat calmly, waiting for breakfast.
Wait, when did he start living this kind of life?
He fell into deep thought. He’d thought that, over time, with guilt fading, their relationship would naturally normalize.
But why, even after so long, did things only seem to have gotten worse?
“Oh, brother, I’ve already washed your clothes—put them in your wardrobe.”
Bai Feng fell silent for a few seconds. Then he couldn’t help but complain, “I’ve already reached the Golden Core stage, you don’t need to wash my clothes anymore. Do you know that doing so makes me look like the villain who’s jealous of his sister’s talent and bullies her?”
“No way! Even at the Golden Core stage, clothes are bound to get dirty,” Bai Yu Mo said, slightly annoyed. “And I have to wash my own too. Washing one more won’t take much time.”
Seeing her stubbornness, Bai Feng didn’t press further—it wasn’t like he was losing out.
“Oh, by the way, Yu Mo, what do you use to wash clothes? Every time you send clothes over, they’re like new. Completely different from how I used to wash.”
Bai Yu Mo’s face momentarily flickered with discomfort, then she quickly recovered her usual calm and softly explained: “A very expensive soap, from Central Continent.”
“No wonder your clothes always smell faintly of flowers. Mine? Not worth wasting good soap on—they’re just ordinary fabrics. Next time, I’ll use regular washing,” Bai Feng nodded casually, not meaning to press further.
“It’s fine—I bought lots. Won’t run out anytime soon,” Bai Yu Mo said, sighing with relief in her heart. She hurried to dish out the meals from the pot and place them on the table.
“So, today, is there some important sect announcement?”
Bai Feng tasted his breakfast—though he was already at the Golden Core stage and didn’t need to eat, he still enjoyed the food. It cheered him up.
“Hmm… seems related to Senior Brother,” Bai Yu Mo nodded, slyly adding some more to Bai Feng’s plate.
“I have a bad feeling about this,” Bai Feng instinctively glanced at the system.
Since the sect’s big tournament ended, the system kept notifying him, mostly about Lin Yan mercilessly beating Ye Tang’s men and stuffing him with all kinds of Luck Points.
He’d contacted Lin Yan once, who said it was because they were deliberately provoking him, and he had no choice but to retaliate.
Initially, Bai Feng found it hard to believe, but considering Lin Yan’s status as *Child of Destiny* and his penchant for trouble, logics like that weren’t impossible.
Finally, he could only curse internally: d*mn you, Ye Tang, with your inability to control your little brother!
“Bro……”
Just as Bai Feng cursed Ye Tang for choking on pills, Bai Yu Mo suddenly wheeled a chair over, looking hesitant.
“What’s up?” Bai Feng asked.
“I… recently saw Senior Sister Yu Yao often come looking for you. Is there something going on?” Bai Yu Mo looked curious, her tone gentle.
