Chapter 515: Little Seven: I Want to Be Like Sister Bai and Stay With You…
Bai Feng wasn’t exactly a stranger to chasing down the identity of a demon woman. In fact, he had previously focused all his attention on the strength of the Hundred Faces Saintess, Bai Mou, and only recently, because of the strange changes in the demon woman, did he start gathering all the intel on her.
“And the demon woman showed her incredible talent right from the first day she entered the Holy Heart Sect,” Little Seven nodded eagerly, continuing to spill the beans. “After practicing the technique left behind by the Thousand Faces Plan, most people would just devour two or three others and then go insane, forgetting who they are and eventually losing their minds. But no matter how many she devours, our demon woman just keeps on keepin’ on like it’s no big deal.”
Bai Feng nodded slightly. Tian Yan had also mentioned this before — the demon woman must be hiding some major secret, one even they didn’t know.
Unfortunately, beyond that, he hadn’t been able to gather much more on her or that plan. Plus, after the Black Lotus took over the Holy Heart Sect and many elders died, then the sect was splintered and slaughtered by other Demon Path sects once Black Lotus escaped. There was hardly any intel left for him to find.
Based on what little he had, he still couldn’t figure out what the demon woman was really after.
Initially, she was targeting him because of some provocative sketches he drew — which, honestly, weren’t even that risqué — but later her behaviors didn’t seem to be about his doodles at all. In fact, when they met again, she even called him the Holy Son.
Bai Feng carefully recalled — that name “Holy Son” was probably whispered because she had infiltrated the secret realm, disguised as Bai Yu Mo, and got in touch with him under the influence of illusion art.
Could she have sensed the forging of his divine power? Or was there some other reason?
And since her Holy Maiden identity stemmed from the Thousand Faces Plan of the Holy Heart Sect, the existence of this Holy Son was definitely worth scrutinizing. It wasn’t something that could be casually replaced by some talented guy from a Demon Path sect.
“It looks like I’ll need to gather more info on the Thousand Faces Immortal,” Bai Feng muttered softly. But he didn’t hold much hope — after all, the Immortal was from an era too distant to truly verify, and the Thousand Faces Immortal wasn’t just anyone. Whether the info left behind was genuine or fake was hard to tell.
As he pondered, Little Seven quietly turned around, subtly and firmly grabbing the edge of his clothes with her tiny fingers. She buried her little face into his chest, almost pressed against him, and could feel his heartbeat.
Earlier, when she was hanging out in the Southern Region shopping with Bai Feng and Bai Yu Mo, watching Bai Yu Mo, Yun Yue Yao, and Bai Feng act so… intimately, she felt her emotions and desires swelling up uncontrollably.
And she wasn’t exactly a naïve child — she understood their relationship clearly. So, her heart was beginning to feel anxious.
In the beginning, she just wanted to stay by Bai Feng’s side — she knew he probably wouldn’t refuse her even if she asked — but she didn’t want her desires to control her, so she kept fighting against them, only daring to indulge a little within safe boundaries.
That was how it should have been…
But after returning from that shopping trip, she noticed Bai Yu Mo and Yun Yue Yao hadn’t left like she had, but instead stayed at Bai Feng’s house. And suddenly, she didn’t want to hold back anymore.
She wanted to be with Bai Yu Mo, same as Bai Feng, and give everything she had…
Bai Feng seemed to notice Little Seven’s small movements. He stopped his train of thought, looked down, and asked gently, “Little Seven? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing… nothing,” Little Seven whispered, her grip tightening by a fraction.
Bai Feng rubbed her head softly. He could sense a hint of nervousness and fear in her, though he wasn’t sure why. Still, he lowered his voice and said quietly, “Little Seven, you did really well this time. Do you want a reward?”
Little Seven hesitated briefly, her grip on his clothes loosening slightly. She slowly lifted her face, her small, slightly red cheeks aimed at him. “Just like last time…”
“Then let’s take a nap together after lunch.”
“Mm…” Little Seven nodded softly, then lowered her head again, burying her face into his clothes. “Um, can I ask for a little more?”
“Of course. What else do you want?”
“I want to sleep with Sister Bai, just like you do.”
“Alright… Huh?”
Did he hear that right?
“Well, it’s a deal then,” Little Seven didn’t seem to notice his confusion, lifting her head excitedly.
Bai Feng looked at her, bright with happiness but tinged with a bit of nervousness. He didn’t believe she hadn’t caught the slip-up earlier, but he chose not to spoil her little game. He ruffled her hair gently. “Let’s go have lunch first.”
“Okay!”
…
“So, you really are ‘The Doom Demonhead,’ huh,” Bai Feng sipped his tea as he sat at his desk after a well-deserved rest.
He’d seen the terrifying side of The Doom Demonhead unleashed. It was a huge difference from the adorable, innocent Little Seven she usually displayed… When she released her true nature, she was much more aggressive, with a touch of arrogance — like a brutal Empress. Yet, even then, she obediently listened to him.
“Congratulations. You’re probably the first person in history to do this to someone destined for destruction.”
Suddenly, Tian Yan appeared beside him, clapping little hands enthusiastically.
“…Maybe I regret letting you stay in the ring,” Bai Feng shot a glance at Tian Yan with a mix of amusement and mild annoyance.
“But it’s too late for regrets,” Tian Yan said, sitting down on the same chair and squeezing next to him. “You better stay alive — for Little Seven, for this world, and for me.”
“Don’t make it sound like I enjoy risking my neck on purpose,” Bai Feng rolled his eyes and looked at Tian Yan, who was almost squishing him off his chair. He then reached out and scooped her into his arms; she didn’t resist, just comfortably resting on his lap.
She leaned against him, relaxed and content. “Lately, the promotion of wheat must be going smoothly, right? I can feel the flow of destiny speeding up a bit.”
“Yeah, pretty smooth — thanks to the Heavenly Sword Sect’s reputation. Many villages are happy to plant the wheat they see as gifted by immortals,” Bai Feng nodded. “Yu Ling Long is doing great too. The spiritual wheat seeds released are fetching a good price at the auction.”
“I thought you’d have villagers planting spiritual wheat,” she remarked.
“That would be cruel — probably forcing them to grow it wouldn’t be good,” Bai Feng shook his head. “If we really get the villagers to farm it, some scattered cultivators would happily jump into the Demon Path for a quick profit.”
Not to mention, some small sects would follow suit. Many cultivators’ morals aren’t exactly shining examples, and greed makes people do crazy things.
“Yeah,” Tian Yan nodded in agreement. She knew full well that many cultivators had poor morals, including the now-struggling Refining God Sect, which was close to losing its status as one of the Northern Region’s Big Four sects.
“So, for now, let’s treat spiritual wheat as a commodity to build our reputation. But the most important thing right now is to promote ordinary wheat that can feed the villagers,” Bai Feng explained.
“You seem to have other plans,” Tian Yan looked at him, sensing the underlying tension. In her understanding of Bai Feng’s character, he wasn’t some naive saint. Promoting wheat wasn’t just about helping her; there was definitely more to it.
“I do have some ideas,” Bai Feng admitted. “I need people — a large number of capable people, literate, able to learn and understand array formations. And such people only exist in environments where food is abundant.”
