Chapter 6: Could He Actually Be a Genius?
“Senior Sister Bai, Senior Sister Bai!” Two disciples dressed in Heavenly Sword Sect robes stood outside the Bai Family door, shouting their lungs out.
The gatekeeper nearby looked puzzled—what were these Heavenly Sword Sect disciples doing shouting outside the Bai House?
If they were embarrassed to come in, maybe they could just pass along a message instead!
Just as the gatekeeper was about to step forward and let these two with clear, pure eyes inside, Bai Yu Mo had already heard the commotion outside and briskly walked out.
“What’s going on?” she asked, eyeing her two anxious junior sisters. Curiosity piqued, she added, “Aren’t you two out shopping? Did someone give you trouble?”
“No, it’s Senior Brother Chen and your brother fighting!”
“We ran into Junior Brother Lin, and he asked us to find you.”
The two hurriedly recounted the whole story in one breath. Bai Yu Mo furrowed her brows slightly. “Where are they? Take me there quickly.”
Meanwhile, her mind floated to Bai Feng, and her mood grew complicated.
So many years had passed. Even now, she could clearly remember the day they attempted to extract her immortal bones—and honestly, she still woke up screaming from nightmares sometimes.
That’s why she often dreams of Bai Feng.
If her father hadn’t shown up back then, maybe her immortal bones would now be on him, she mused.
Although the investigation showed Bai Feng was uninvolved, and her rational mind told her this had nothing to do with him, she still felt a gnawing fear whenever she saw him—recalling her bone-extraction day. So she instinctively kept her distance.
Sometimes she wondered if it was for the best for both of them that way.
Soon, the trio arrived at the Qiu Feng Tower’s entrance. Bai Feng was there, but he looked nothing like her memories—more like one of those second-generation rich kids in the sect.
Since entering Heavenly Sword Sect, she rarely went home. And when she did, she tried to avoid him. She didn’t know why Bai Feng had changed so much over the years.
She exhaled slowly, averting her gaze from him.
She thought she’d moved on after all this time, but the moment she saw Bai Feng again, her heart fluttered with a twinge of fear. Seeing her once-close brother who used to care for her now like this made her chest tight, and a dull ache took over.
But she quickly suppressed her emotions, striving to stay calm. She turned her gaze to the two fighting—puzzlement creased her brow:
Wasn’t Bai Feng supposed to be fighting Senior Brother Chen? Why are they now fighting Junior Brother Lin?
And it looks like Senior Brother Chen is about to be defeated by Lin Yan.
“Wow, I really underestimated you,” Chen Senior Brother spat out bl**d—twice he failed, and he looked pretty miserable. His rationality seemed to be burning like fire.
“But no matter how strong you are, you’re only Mid Foundation Establishment. With such a mighty Technique, your Spirit Qi must be nearly drained now!” He raised his long sword again. “Time to end this. Falling under my sword—you should be proud!”
Suddenly, a massive surge of sword Qi erupted, even more powerful than before.
“Oh no, Chen Senior Brother has unleashed the Sword Pellet!”
“Quick, stop him!”
In the chaos, Lin Yan exhaled slowly. “I think it’s about time to end this,” he said calmly.
But instead of continuing the fight, he sheathed his heavy sword and hardened his fists, flames erupting from his knuckles.
“Arrogant!”
Chen Senior Brother seemed to have lost all reason. His bloodshot eyes widened and twisted with fury, and the giant sword Qi shot toward Lin Yan.
“Fist of Flame.”
Lin Yan just threw a punch forward. A few disciples couldn’t bear to watch and covered their eyes—they seemed to see a future where Lin Yan was shredded by those sword energies.
But at the very next second, everyone froze. The flames covering his fist sliced through the sharp sword Qi like ice melting in fire—disappearing entirely.
“That’s impossible!!”
Chen Senior Brother’s face turned ghostly pale. Ignoring his backlash, he forcibly commanded the overwhelming sword Qi to scatter and come from all directions toward Lin Yan.
“Junior Brother Lin!”
“Chen Senior Brother, you’re way too much! We’re all disciples of Heavenly Sword Sect—why are you trying to k*ll him?”
Several disciples, neglecting their own safety, rushed forward to help Lin Yan. But they were too far away, the sword Qi was too fast, and catching up was nearly impossible.
Lin Yan gritted his teeth and held his ground.
His cultivation was insufficient—his flames only the size of his fist. Luckily, he activated a defensive talisman in advance, planning to survive by relying on it.
“Even I have sword qi!”
A discordant voice suddenly sounded. Bai Feng threw out a talisman, then raised his sword to stab forward.
A torrent of sword Qi burst out from the talisman, each more massive and powerful than Chen Senior Brother’s.
“Brother Lin, relax—I’ve got this! Use Flame Fist on him, I’ll handle everything!”
Lin Yan burst into a big smile. “Great, I’ll leave my back to you!”
He ignored the incoming sword energies, focusing fully on Chen Senior Brother’s face.
A sword Qi flew toward him, but in the blink of an eye was struck down by another, and both vanished.
Lin Yan moved as if walking a tightrope over an abyss—his name flickering on the Grim Reaper’s list. Countless sword energies collided around him, canceling each other out.
One nearly grazed his cheek—a strand of hair was the only thing lost—before another sword Qi stopped it.
“Junior Brother Lin, so handsome!”
“Not as incredible as Senior Sister Bai’s brother! How can he control so much sword Qi so easily? Is he really a genius?”
Bai Feng kept his expression calm. With only early Foundation Establishment, he knew he couldn’t control so much sword Qi at once—yet, thanks to his knowledge and the love of elder family members, he had modified the system’s vast library of talismanic knowledge.
After absorbing all that, he integrated a shred of divine consciousness from a sword-using elder into a talisman. Like a 21st-century AI assisting human operation, this divine consciousness helped him manipulate sword Qi with precision, even without high cultivation.
Soon, with Bai Feng’s aid, Lin Yan reached Chen Senior Brother’s side.
“No, what are you doing? I’m your senior brother, a direct disciple of Elder Chen! If you dare hurt me, my master won’t forgive you!”
Facing the awkward, stumbling Chen Senior Brother, Lin Yan’s face was impassive. Flames licked his clenched fist as he aimed squarely at his face.
Bam!
Chen Senior Brother was sent flying, crashing onto the ground unconscious, his face red with bruises and a smoky aroma wafting from his burnt skin.
Bai Feng looked at Lin Yan, standing upright, then at Chen Senior Brother, collapsed like a dead dog—feeling something was a little off about this scene.
A luck-born child fighting another luck-born child’s toady, while the cause of the chaos was… him, the villain.
【Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully inciting the luck-born child to fight the other luck-born child’s toady. Reward: Luck Points +20, Talent +1.】
Bai Feng: “…”
System, you’re fucking joking, right? What’s this cr*p about ‘inciting’? That’s slander—this was all voluntary on their part!
