Chapter 517: “Liuli (Six Sister) Is Living the Good Life in the Northern Region”
“Here she comes.” Tian Yan suddenly appeared right beside Bai Feng, casually flipping through Luo Qianqian’s data. “Want me to do a calculation for you? I could maybe earn a reward.”
“…Give me a piece of cake as a reward,” Bai Feng replied.
“Sounds tempting.” Tian Yan put down her data and took a step forward, stepping right in front of Bai Feng. One knee settled on the chair, her torso leaned forward, her cute little face almost pressed against his, barely inches away. “But I’m not hungry right now, and I don’t want cake.”
“So you’re planning to eat me?” Bai Feng shot her a side-eye, watching her come close and reach out with her tiny hand.
“This is practicing.” Tian Yan corrected, “It’s so I can be faster and more accurate. Then I can help you better.”
“…You really know how to come up with excuses,” Bai Feng muttered, grabbing her wrist as she reached out.
“Calm down. Just help me do a quick calculation first. We’ll talk about this stuff later.”
“Don’t be in such a hurry. Her fate looks normal, but I can’t overlook it. I have to use some means to reveal her real destiny.”
“Means? What kind of means?”
Tian Yan slightly tilted her head, looking at her restrained wrist. “Let go first.”
“Alright.” Bai Feng loosened her grip. But as soon as he did, she immediately pressed herself closer.
Half a minute passed before she slowly moved her lips away, softly breathing out, “Don’t move. This is the fastest and most effective method I have. What other means can outdo the whirlpool of your destiny?”
“Huh?”
So other people sit cross-legged with divine spirit treasures in the middle to interpret fate, and you’re just—well, practically snuggling me to do it?
This strange scene was quite too much!
“So, did you figure out anything?” Bai Feng asked.
“Almost.” Tian Yan’s soft, red lips pressed close again, and her hands started wandering over his skin.
“Wait a second—why are you taking my clothes off?”
“I told you before, without clothes, the effect is better,” she said casually.
“…Why didn’t you mention before that I could help you with this kind of calculation?” Bai Feng asked suspiciously.
Tian Yan paused, her eyes fixed on him. The usual emotionless expression in her gaze suddenly darkened with dissatisfaction. “Stop making such unromantic comments. Think about what I’ve had to interpret before: divine monarchs, immortal remnants, none of the normal. All messed up.”
Before Bai Feng could say more, she suddenly ‘forcefully’ pressed her lips to his again.
…He was thinking, lately, Tian Yan’s invasiveness had increased. She didn’t seem as indifferent to his intimacy with Xiao Qi and the others as her usual look suggested.
No way—he couldn’t be dominated by a little Tian Yan. He had to fight back!
“Mmm!” Tian Yan, who had no fluctuation in her voice just moments ago, suddenly let out a cute muffled m*an, her body slowly softening.
……
“So, what did you figure out?” Bai Feng looked down at Tian Yan, who sat on his lap. Her expressionless face was tinged with a faint blush.
“Hm… her fate is very strange.” Tian Yan nodded slightly. “No, more like blurred. Not intentionally hidden; it’s an unreal blur. But once she entered the Heavenly Sword Sect, her fate’s trajectory became clearer.”
“Blurred?” Bai Feng’s brow furrowed with curiosity. “What does this blurry fate mean?”
“It means she might not even have existed in this world before entering the Heavenly Sword Sect.” Tian Yan’s tone, normally flat, now carried a hint of seriousness.
Bai Feng fell into thought—if she didn’t exist in this world, was she falling from the celestial realm?
Tian Yan seemed to notice his speculation and shook her head in denial. “Are you guessing she’s from the celestial realm? I can tell you it’s impossible. First, the celestial realm is different from our world. Only immortals can reside there. Forget about it, even if some upheaval allowed non-immortals—say, cultivators or mortals—inside, I wouldn’t be able to interpret anything, not even the slightest.”
“You mean she’s not from the celestial realm—then where is she from? A puppet turned into a bug?”
Bai Feng felt a headache coming on. He hadn’t expected that one of his promising disciples would have such a strange fate.
“Even puppets after turning into bugs have destinies,” Tian Yan shook her head again. “This is the first time I’ve seen such a case. Maybe Tian Yan Fairy, who founded Tian Yan Holy Land, can see something. But right now, my cultivation is too shallow—I can see only this much.”
“Headache,” Bai Feng rubbed his forehead. “Forget it. Since it’s like this, better to keep an eye on her first.”
“Maybe there’s another way,” Tian Yan suggested softly, her expression remaining as calm as ever.
He instantly guessed what she was suggesting: “You just finished your cultivation, right?”
“Most of my energy just now went into those calculations. Besides, you want to discover your little disciple’s secret as soon as possible, right?”
“Don’t make me sound like some kind of peeping pervert,” Bai Feng said, feeling a sense of defensive alertness. “If I find anything weird about Luo Qianqian and treat her like normal, that’s suspicious.”
He thought carefully. To uncover Luo Qianqian’s secret quickly, they had to be efficient.
“Anyway, let’s cultivate harder in order to reveal her secret sooner.”
“…Let’s go into the ring,” he suggested. Even with the array protecting the office, it still felt a bit awkward to do Wenxian’s formal work here.
……
“Ugh…” Water Xi Yu put down her memorial. Recently, she’s been feeling that agreeing to become the East Continent’s Empress was a wrong move.
All she needed to do was finish her revenge and continue studying under her teacher. But now she’s stuck in the East Continent, and even seeing her teacher in the Northern Region has become difficult.
But it’s probably okay now. The situation in the East Continent has stabilized, so she no longer needs to be on edge, correcting memorials every day.
Most importantly, she restructured some officials, delegating most affairs to them.
This wasn’t her original idea—back in her father’s generation, and even before, each East Continent emperor arranged ministers to handle affairs. She simply took it further, establishing a dedicated agency.
Because, besides their royal status, they were also the formidable power in the East Continent. If they overly obsessed with handling affairs instead of cultivating, their strength would stagnate or even regress. That would only make things more dangerous.
And she also didn’t need to worry about being usurped. In this world, strength is everything. As long as one isn’t too stupid, no one dares to fool around with the powerful East Continent Emperor. If someone dares to stage a coup, once the Emperor reacts, reclaiming power is a mere matter of seconds.
“Just a few days more, and I’ll go to the Northern Region to find my teacher,” she thought, feeling motivated.
Her plan to go isn’t solely personal—she has a reason. The formation mages of the East Continent are far behind those of the North. She needs to take her group of mages to Heavenly Sword Sect for further training.
If this reason had been proposed before, many officials might oppose it. But after Yu Ling Long’s products entered East Continent, and Bai Feng moved some factories over, opposition vanished. The importance of formation mages in today’s era was clear.
At this moment, her communicator buzzed. But it wasn’t anyone sending her messages; it was Shui Miao Miao’s shared moment update.
The reason she paid special attention: Shui Miao Miao sometimes posted daily photos, often including Bai Feng, the guide of her swordsmanship. But her mood when seeing Shui Miao Miao’s posts was complicated. She wanted Bai Feng to appear more in the photos, yet hoped Shui Miao Miao would stay away from him.
“Liuli (Six Sister) is living the good life in the Northern Region,” Shui Xi Yu said grudgingly, a hint of sourness in her tone. When she opened Shui Miao Miao’s Moments, her hand holding her communicator instantly took on dragon scales—if she hadn’t been restraining herself, her device might’ve been crushed into shards.
