Chapter 82: She’s Probably No Longer Pure
“White Feng and Su Lan Qian are together now—kissed and drank water from each other’s mouths. And Su Lan Qian sneaking out in the middle of the night wearing White Feng’s close-fitting clothes?”
Bai Yu Mo’s expression was blank as she stared. She had only gone out for a task, so why did rumors like this suddenly explode out of nowhere?
What in the world had happened in these two days she was gone?
Although she knew these claims were obviously fake, her pace quickened unconsciously as she hurried back.
Soon after submitting her sect quest at the Task Hall, she rushed to White Feng’s door.
Instead of knocking like she used to, she hesitated at the entrance. Even knowing these rumors were most likely nonsense, a tiny voice of fear still echoed in her heart.
“Yu Mo, what are you standing there for?”
A familiar voice sounded from behind her, nearly causing her to jump out of her skin. She spun around quickly and saw White Feng looking at her with a puzzled expression.
She didn’t respond to White Feng’s question, instead asking curiously, “Brother, what are you doing outside?”
“Recently, I’ve been spending money like crazy, so I’ve been helping folks build arrays to earn some coin these days.” White Feng pushed open the door. “Fortunately, the results are in, and tomorrow I can finally rest.”
“Um, brother, do you know about the rumors lately?”
Bai Yu Mo whispered behind him, so softly that unless he was already at Golden Core stage, he might have barely caught what she said.
“Of course I do.”
White Feng’s face darkened. Because of this whole rumor mess, he had even dared not let Su Lan Qian help him.
Even Yu Yao had come over asking whether he’d done something intimate with Su Lan Qian.
He understood now why Yu Ping An was so furious—he, himself, was almost at his breaking point.
“Brother, shouldn’t we respond or deny these rumors?”
“Do you think I don’t want to? But it’s no use.”
White Feng rubbed his forehead. He had already asked Little Qi to spread a denial, but the effect was barely noticeable—actually, it was basically useless.
“Let’s not say anything for now. Over time, they’ll get distracted by other things.”
He waved dismissively. Rumors like this could only get more tangled if attempted to be debunked; it’d just make things worse.
Then he shifted to another concern. “Recently, the demonic path seems a little unruly? Feels like the sect disciples out on missions outside are increasing.”
“Yeah, the demonic sects don’t seem to know what’s happening—suddenly uniting, causing chaos everywhere.”
Bai Yu Mo nodded. That was partly why she was out on her own missions too.
“Feels like it might be linked to the ‘God Monarch’ organization in Zhongzhou.”
White Feng muttered softly—could that Black Lotus Old Lady really be coming to k*ll him?
“It’s very possible. I also heard that the demonic sects in Zhongzhou might get involved in the Northern Region.”
Bai Yu Mo nodded again. “But the righteous sects in Zhongzhou won’t just sit back and watch, so there’s no need to worry too much.”
And she smiled at him. “Plus… I’ll protect you.”
“Wow, that sounds really reassuring.”
White Feng looked at her confidently smiling face and couldn’t help but chuckle. He decided to speed up his research on mini-arrays—more than just a life-saving measure.
If the Heavenly Sword Sect or similar righteous sects really fought the demonic path, mini-arrays could greatly reduce the casualties among sect disciples—and he might even make a little profit.
But he guessed it’d mostly be small skirmishes; a real fight would be unlikely. After all, the Northern Region’s demonic forces had already been decimated once by his Array Master master, Liu Meng. They hadn’t recovered, and even if Zhongzhou’s demonic sects helped, they probably wouldn’t dare to clash openly with the righteous sects.
“Oh, brother, you haven’t eaten yet, right?” Bai Yu Mo hurriedly picked up an apron hanging on the wall and strode into the kitchen. “I got a nice piece of spirit beast meat. Do you want it stir-fried or boiled?”
“Boiled, please.”
White Feng licked his lips. It had been two days since he had tasted Bai Yu Mo’s cooking, and he was starting to get a bit nostalgic.
…
Liu Meng sighed regretfully as she watched him. During her teachings, she’d truly felt White Feng’s terrifying talent in array mastery.
If his cultivation talent wasn’t so-so, he could probably surpass her soon.
“Well, it’s because your master is so good.”
White Feng chuckled. Not being polite at all—many Array Geniuses didn’t know how to teach disciples well, but Liu Meng was different. She was very good at translating her knowledge into easy-to-understand lessons.
Plus, she knew a lot of obscure techniques and knowledge—exactly what White Feng was lacking.
“So, I recently heard some rumors… about you and Lan Qian…”
Liu Meng hadn’t finished speaking when White Feng interrupted, “It’s just rumors! Su Sis forget about it—we’re as innocent as a newborn puppy! Right, Sis Su?”
He said this while glancing at Su Lan Qian.
But Su Lan Qian didn’t look like she was agreeing; instead, her face turned red as she lowered her head shyly.
White Feng: “?”
You’re blushing so much it’s like a teapot full of bubbles!
At that moment, Su Lan Qian was flooded with thoughts of the things she secretly got from White Feng—like the spoon and bowl used for porridge, the jade bottle she drank water from, and the quilt she slept under.
Especially thinking about those nights when she hid under the quilt without clothes, wrapped in White Feng’s aura—she felt her whole body heat up with embarrassment.
She probably wasn’t clean anymore.
“Alright, alright, I was just joking.” Liu Meng saw their reactions and couldn’t help but laugh. “But for such outrageous rumors to spread, it probably means your relationship is pretty good. That reassures me.”
‘Relationship?’
White Feng instinctively looked at Su Lan Qian. On second thought, although she often followed him, they didn’t really have much interaction—sometimes even a strange trade relationship.
That couldn’t really count as a good relationship, right?
“Oh, and I’ve got another good news for you.” Liu Meng took out a wooden token and tossed it to White Feng. “I’m now a Guest Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect. If you run into any problems, just come find me in my cave.”
“Understood, Master.”
White Feng hurriedly caught it. He hadn’t expected this—Liu Meng was the sort of free-spirited cultivator who refused sect affiliations, and even when the Heavenly Sword Sect vigorously invited her, she didn’t agree. He wondered what price they paid to keep such a Array Master.
As Liu Meng was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something and turned back to White Feng. “Almost forgot an important matter. Since you’re almost done learning, I plan to take you to Xuan Guang City in three days to build a big array. This isn’t like ordinary arrays—you’ll face some unexpected surprises.”
“Don’t worry, your master Chu Ning Yan will come along too. The Divine Sword Peak’s peak master is going, along with many elders.”
“Got it, Master.”
By now, there was no reason for White Feng to refuse. Besides, opportunities to build great arrays were rare.
He remembered that Xuan Guang City was located south of the Heavenly Sword Sect, far from the demonic forces’ zone.
So, the only thing he needed to worry about was running into a new Child of Destiny.
