Chapter 528: “Please Let Me Be Your Mount”
Bai Feng sat primly in front of a tea table, eyeing the arriving guests—He Yi and Hu Yi Yi.
He had just seen off a pigeon, and before long, another pair showed up—one crane and one tiger. Talk about having a full house of weirdness.
“So, have all the issues in the Southern Region been sorted out?” Bai Feng asked casually, glancing at Hu Yi Yi, who was in a tiny power-saving mode, and He Yi Yi, whose face still bore the weariness of sleepless nights.
Ever since the Divine Monarch suffered a major defeat in the Southern Region, he had largely tuned out that mess. Especially after hearing that the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan had joined Ling Feng’s faction, his interest waned further.
The previous Southern Region alliance, led by the Child of Destiny himself, had been fine until the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan hopped over to another Child of Destiny’s team. Bai Feng didn’t dare imagine how the South would blow up in the future.
Hearing Bai Feng’s question, He Yi Yi’s anger nearly burst through her feathers. She leaned back onto the sofa with a dramatic thud. “Impossible to finish! Even if another ten or even twenty years pass, we might still be busy!”
“Really that bad?” Bai Feng looked away just a little, noting how today’s He Yi Yi lacked her usual spirited charm and looked more like a workaholic.
Though the chaos in the Southern Region was partly linked to the two Child of Destiny figures, it also kinda involved him—after all, the weapons he sold had real impact on that area.
“It’s that bad…” He Yi Yi tilted her head, eyes serious. Then she suddenly sat upright and asked suavely, “May I ask, Young Master Bai, could you do me a favor?”
“Go ahead,” Bai Feng said, pouring himself some tea.
He Yi Yi leaned forward slightly, voice earnest: “Please let me be your mount.”
……？
What? Originally, she was a monster tribe member! Not a human! Why does she keep suggesting being someone’s mount? Is riding her a comfy ride? Or does the Crane tribe have some strange fetishes?
“Umm, I usually don’t go out riding spirits,” Bai Feng hesitated, trying to be friendly. “And I mostly picture you as human-shaped, so calling you my mount feels… kinda weird.”
“Is that so?” He Yi Yi sighed softly, her expression returning to the tired look from before. But after a few seconds, she suddenly seemed to remember something, lifting her head to look at Bai Feng with a questioning gaze: “Actually, a mount doesn’t necessarily have to be for going out riding.”
Bai Feng’s hand that was about to lift his tea paused. Not riding out—then when does one ride?
“There are many roles a mount can do, like acting as a bodyguard, or helping take care of the owner’s daily life,” He Yi Yi explained earnestly.
Bai Feng let out a sigh of relief, lifting his cup again to sip. Honestly, he’d been spending too much time with Shui Miao Miao lately. His thoughts had drifted into strange territory again.
“Maybe—how about Young Master Bai try it for a while? If you think I’m not doing well, I’ll step down,” she offered sincerely.
She wanted to be his mount for more than just escaping clan troubles; she also liked Bai Feng—powerful and impressive. When they first met, she’d tangled with Bai Feng, who wasn’t even in the Refinement Stage yet—almost got beaten to d*ath with his sister’s help. Plus, her personality was pretty good—she appreciated when he rescued Hu Yi Yi, for instance.
Bai Feng:……
Do I really have to become a mount?
But seeing He Yi Yi’s humble posture and considering the chaos in the Southern Region—something he was partly responsible for—he pondered a moment and nodded. “Alright, let’s try a few months first.”
Besides He Yi Yi’s submissiveness, he also thought of other things. Plus, keeping a mount wasn’t exactly a big fuss. So, he agreed.
“Thank you, Young Master Bai,” He Yi Yi’s face brightened. But then she seemed to realize something and hurriedly corrected herself: “No, I should call you ‘Master,’ right?”
“Don’t, just call me Bai Feng like usual,” he waved her off, recalling that his own PTSD about Lu Qiu almost flared up.
“Yes, Young Master Bai,” she nodded quickly. As a proper mount, she had to obey her master—no, her Bai Feng.
Bai Feng nodded faintly, then asked about the stuff he’d prepared: “You guys are Crane tribe, but you should fly pretty fast, right?”
“Of course,” He Yi Yi responded confidently. “A good mount should never be slow!”
“Great. Do you have any monsters in your tribe with average talents, who are just trying to get by every day?”
He Yi Yi thought for a few seconds, then nodded. “Yes, quite a few, actually.”
After all, most geniuses were rare. Most monsters just worked themselves to d*ath or risked their lives exploring secret realms, all to gather better materials to advance their cultivation.
“Can you ask them if they’re interested in working in the Northern Region? The pay’s pretty good,” Bai Feng said.
As Yu Ling Long expanded more and more, the Silver-Winged Doves couldn’t keep up. Plus, he needed the doves to guard against the Divine Monarch and watch over the Siku Family, which made manpower tight. That’s how the idea came about.
“Work?”
He Yi Yi looked puzzled. Weren’t they just talking about mounts?
But she didn’t think too long about it, considering the chaos in the South and how it affected their family business. Many monsters didn’t know what to do, and she had worried about this before. Although chaos could be an opportunity, not every cultivator liked living with their head around their waist.
She nodded: “I can ask around, but I’m not sure how many would be willing to come to the Northern Region for work.”
“No worries, we’re not picky about numbers,” Bai Feng said, waving his hand. “Later, I’ll have someone send you a list of jobs. As my mount, you’ll be responsible for this part from now on.”
He Yi Yi’s lips nearly twitched into a smile when she heard ‘You’re my mount.’ She hurriedly nodded: “Understood, leave it all to me!”
Though she didn’t usually like doing this kind of thing, she figured not many clan members would be willing to come to the Northern Region. Only a few, she could handle.
Meanwhile, Hu Yi Yi, who had gone in to eat, raised her head and shot a glance at He Yi Yi. She couldn’t understand why being a mount was such a cause for celebration.
“By the way, you guys didn’t come just for that, right?” she asked.
“Oh, right!” He Yi Yi remembered an urgent matter. She quickly turned her gaze to the busy eaters—Hu Yi Yi. “We came because of her. She believes the tiger from her dreams is real, and since Young Master Bai was taking care of her at the time, we wanted to come ask about what happened and see if there are any clues.”
“That thing……”
Bai Feng’s lips twitched slightly. If he had known Hu Yi Yi cared so much, he wouldn’t have pretended to be a tiger to chat with her.
Now, how to cover it up?
