Chapter 65: You’re Basically a Born Holy Son
White Feng was suspicious. It was like his mom, who had been calling him by his nickname since forever, suddenly shouting his real name—almost politely. Naturally, this made him doubt everything.
Could it be some sort of joke? Who’s got the guts for that?
Master Sister Yu Yao? Maybe, but the conditions probably don’t allow it.
Su Lan Qian? When she’s next to him, she can’t even finish a full sentence without stuttering.
Other sect members?
Forget about how many people dare to impersonate Bai Yu Mo. Even if someone did, why would they risk everything just to get close to him?
Hmm…
On closer inspection, there are actually quite a few reasons.
Could Spirit Sealing Sect members refuse to accept failure and be scheming to replace him with a different method to snatch him away?
Do they have the ability to do that?
Wait a minute, what am I even thinking? Why don’t I just open the system and take a quick peek?
White Feng practically wanted to slap himself. How could he forget something so crucial?
“Yu Mo, I want some water. Could you pour me a cup?”
He first sat up from the bed and asked the White Yu Mo girl who was approaching him.
At the same time, he opened his system and searched for “Child of Destiny.”
Lo and behold, the icon representing White Yu Mo was just outside, seemingly heading straight for him.
‘Huh? Is this White Yu Mo even real?!’
White Feng felt a bit dazed, but his expression stayed unchanged.
Most importantly now: Delay her somehow.
“Of course.” The ‘White Yu Mo’ nodded and directly took out a Spirit Spring bottle from her storage bag, pouring it into the bowl on the table. After finishing, she turned to look at White Feng. “Big brother, do you need me to help you sit up?”
“No, I’m not that badly injured and can’t get out of bed. Just put it on the table.”
White Feng waved dismissively, while forcibly channeling his divine consciousness to slowly draw closer to ‘White Yu Mo.’
Suddenly, his eyes prickled painfully, and he couldn’t help frowning.
‘Yin-Yang Pattern?’
Even after merging the Yin-Yang Pattern to strengthen the Forging Divine Method, it’s not all good news. The Yin-Yang Pattern is more deeply linked to the Forging Divine Method than he imagined. Excessive mental energy consumption can affect the Yin-Yang Pattern, which in turn affects his eyes fused with it.
Yes, he could still use it, but his eyes would hurt and recovery would slow down.
“Big brother? Are you okay?”
‘White Yu Mo’ noticed White Feng’s abnormality and leaned over with concern. One hand held the bowl, the other reached out to him.
“I’m fine, just some eye injury that’s not fully healed,” White Feng waved and forcibly activated his divine sense tentacle toward ‘White Yu Mo.’
“All right, give me the water first,” he said.
“Big brother, with you like this, let me feed you,” ‘White Yu Mo’ smiled faintly, her hand inching closer.
Just as her hand was about to touch him, the door suddenly swung open.
“Big brother, the porridge is ready, I—”
White Yu Mo froze in place. She saw someone who looked exactly like her sitting on the bed, one hand reaching towards White Feng.
‘White Yu Mo’ at the bedside looked toward the door, her expression calm but with a hint of anger: “Who are you? Why pretend to be me?”
But the person at the door didn’t reply. She gently put the porridge down on the ground.
Then she slowly lifted her head. The expression was blank, but her eyes had lost their light: “Unforgivable…”
Boom!!
A powerful sword qi erupted from her body. She gripped the handle of the Heavenly Sword (fake) and slowly drew it from the sheath.
Watching this, the ‘White Yu Mo’ at the bedside curled her lips. She could no longer pretend and hurriedly reached out to grab White Feng on the bed: “If you don’t want him hurt… hmm?”
‘White Yu Mo’ suddenly felt something was off in her hand. She turned to look and realized she was actually holding a pillow.
“When did this happen?”
With a look of surprise, she frowned and looked again at the door, where White Feng had already covered his eyes and walked to her side.
**Illusion Art? It even affects me? Haha, I’m getting more curious about you.** ‘White Yu Mo’ licked her lips. She looked exactly like her, but now she carried a touch more seduction. “White Feng, come with me. With your talent, you’re too wasted at the Heavenly Sword Sect. You’re practically a born Holy Son!”
White Feng didn’t answer her. Instead, his reply came from the sword in her hand.
Violent sword qi tore through the bed as it shattered. But ‘White Yu Mo’ dodged easily, falling smoothly onto the chair, a smile on her face. “Come on, don’t be so rough! Nobody likes that temper of yours.”
Then she turned to look at White Feng, subtly tugging at her collar. “But I’m different. I can become the kind of person you like—even in the form of your sister~”
White Feng didn’t reply, instead questioning, “Are you the Hundred Faced Saintess?”
“Oh my, looks like Young Master Bai still remembers me! I’m so happy,” the Hundred Faced Saintess smiled. She playfully twirled her hair and added, “Ignore this violent brute and come with me—I’ll take you to do even more comfortable things.”
“d*e.”
At that moment, a sword suddenly materialized above her head and swiftly struck her down.
The Hundred Faced Saintess dodged just in time, glaring at the expressionless White Yu Mo. Her face grew serious: “Impressive, possessing Celestial Bone—you really have some skill.”
Too bad she’s not in the Golden Core Stage; although she used secret techniques to suppress her cultivation to Golden Core, her combat power could reach the late Nascent Soul stage…
Crash!!
The Hundred Faced Saintess’s pupils shrank. She reached out to touch her injured cheek, eyes filled with disbelief.
At this moment, a strange aura emerged from White Yu Mo. A different power, unlike spiritual energy, slowly rose within her. She raised the Heavenly Sword in her hand, her tone flat but chilling: “It’s crooked. Next time, I won’t miss.”
After saying that, she charged again at the Hundred Faced Saintess.
**Is this the power of Celestial Bone? Too unreasonable!**
The Hundred Faced Saintess quickly turned serious, no longer relaxed. She fought with her full strength, but her moves were easily shattered. She tried to counterattack but was overwhelmed by a storm of attacks, only able to dodge repeatedly.
Even though she could unleash late Nascent Soul strength, why was she the one getting pressed?
No. She couldn’t let herself fall into the hands of a low-level Golden Core cultivator!
“White Feng, next time I—”
The Hundred Faced Saintess was about to flash a flirtatious smile at White Feng, but immediately, the Heavenly Sword shot toward her once more.
She cursed inwardly, ignoring her pride, breaking through the wall to escape.
There’s still plenty of time! Instead of risking her life in battle, she preferred a slow, sure approach. If she couldn’t do it now, there was always next time.
White Yu Mo watched her retreating figure, but she didn’t chase.
Her body jolted twice and suddenly collapsed backward.
“Watch out!”
White Feng quickly reached out and caught her. She seemed weightless like a broken puppet, collapsing into his arms—completely unlike her previous aggressive demeanor.
