Chapter 85: Did You Also Catch Spring and Autumn?
Bai Feng stepped onto the flying boat heading to Xuan Guang City, and you know what? The people he recognized on this boat were *almost* too many.
Besides Bai Yu Mo, who was definitely going to stick to him like glue, and Su Lan Qian—the disciple of Liu Meng—the person sitting a little farther away caught Bai Feng’s eye: Yu Yao. She turned her head and gave him a tiny smile.
Yep, because Master Sister Yu Yao’s auction was about to start, so they coincidentally took the same route to Xuan Guang City.
So…
Bai Feng turned around and looked at Lin Yan and Luo Chen, who were chatting leisurely together. His gaze seemed to say—*You two? Also here?*
Hard to tell if they noticed, but Lin Yan awkwardly rubbed his nose and coughed, “Cough, cough. Luo and I plan to come out for some “me” time, so we took a escort mission too.”
**“You blew up Dan Peak?”**
Bai Feng’s brow furrowed in confusion. Recently he’d been so busy with portable array formations he hadn’t kept tabs on what these luck-based sons of heaven were up to.
**“No, it was the people from Purple Cloud Peak…”**
Lin Yan hesitated, unsure how to explain. Honestly, he was kind of regretting getting involved—they were absolutely wacky.
**“Let me tell it.”** Luo Chen sighed. “Earlier, I applied to the Sect Leader to join Divine Sword Peak. Things went a bit sideways.”
Bai Feng’s mind flashed through countless novel plots—suddenly, he understood: **“The folks from Purple Cloud Peak didn’t let you go?”**
**“That’s one way to put it.”** Lin Yan shook his head with a face that said *Life is suffering.* “Some wanted Luo to stay, but the kid from Purple Cloud Peak, the little disciple in charge, wanted Luo to leave—before we even did anything, they all went nuts.”
**“…”**
It was about here that things took a turn. It’s usually trouble just to get involved, but Luo Chen was a luck-wanderer—what else could happen?
**“And then,”** Luo Chen continued, *sigh* “The Sect Master, who’d been in seclusion for ages, showed up. Turned out, he was pretty displeased with Purple Cloud Peak’s antics and wanted to punish their Peak Master. But the Sect Leader of Divine Sword Peak stopped him in time.”
**“…** Oh, now that’s classic. So much for the luck of the luckiest son of heaven, huh? Seems like the closer they are, the more likely they’re to be a bunch of white-eyed wolves.
**“And then?”** Bai Feng perked up, curiosity piqued.
**“Then the Sect Master of Purple Cloud Peak got himself into trouble—who knew what he was thinking, but he tried appealing to the Sect Master for Purple Cloud Peak’s own way out. The Sect Master of Divine Sword Peak? Not having it. He kicked the guy out, big time.”**
Bai Feng paused. After a few seconds, he looked at Lin Yan and Luo Chen. “And Luo, you were forcibly kept at Purple Cloud Peak?”
**“No, it’s more complicated than that.”** Lin Yan shook his head. “In the end, the whole mess even disturbed the Peak Master of Purple Cloud Peak, who’d been basically hiding away for ages. She got really mad at Luo—wanted to punish him—but the Divine Sword Peak Sect Master stopped her.”
**“…** That’s about what I expected. Most people who are close to Luo Chen, the luckiest son of heaven, are basically white-eyed wolves.”
**“And then?”** Bai Feng asked eagerly, “What happened next?”
**“Well, it attracted the Sect Leader’s attention—he found out the truth, and he was pretty ticked at Purple Cloud Peak. He punished their Peak Master and officially allowed Luo to join Divine Sword Peak.”**
**“I guess it’s not over yet, huh?”** Bai Feng murmured, genuinely curious about how this all went down. How did Purple Cloud Peak, the weird creation of the Heavenly Sword Sect, end up being such a bunch of idiots? Or was this just the power of a luck-based son of heaven?
Lin Yan nodded. “Yeah, some people still want Luo to go back to Purple Cloud Peak—standing at his door every day, even some coming to me, so I dare not even talk to Luo anymore.”
Bai Feng had no idea what expression to make. No wonder these two looked so anxious to board this flying boat.
He offered some words of comfort: “Look on the bright side—you’re better off not leaving Purple Cloud Peak for Divine Sword Peak.”
Luo Chen’s face turned pale at the thought of his master and junior sisters switching back to Purple Cloud Peak. He shivered, saying, “White Junior Brother, enough! I’m already scared!”
Lin Yan looked at Luo Chen with pity. “Luo, my condolences.”
“Let’s just talk about something happier,” Luo Chen said, rubbing his forehead, slipping close to Bai Feng and Lin Yan in a whisper. “By the way, recently, Master Chun Qiu’s books have been spreading among the ordinary disciples. Good thing? Bad thing?”
“Good for now; many have misunderstandings about Master Chun Qiu, and if the news gets too widespread, the elders will start eyeing him,” Lin Yan nodded approvingly. “We should hold back on recommeding his books for now, wait until the fuss dies down.”
Luo Chen nodded along. “Agreed. That’s what I think too.”
Listening to their chat, Bai Feng’s eyes turned blank—confused, surprised, and even pissed off all at once.
*So… the culprits behind Master Chun Qiu’s spread among the disciples are you two?!*
*Can these luck sons of heaven do anything normal?*
Lin Yan—hopeless already—and Luo Chen—how did he also catch the spring and autumn bug? Oh wait, was it me who gave it to them? Well, guess that’s that.
Bai Feng massaged his forehead. The more he thought about it, the more he suspected his mask would be pulled off sooner or later.
“By the way, Brother Bai!” Lin Yan suddenly turned and said, “While I was out on a mission recently, I saw quite a few shops selling clothes from Master Chun Qiu’s drawings. Does Master Chun Qiu even know about this?”
Bai Feng was silent for a moment. Of course he knew; he’d even personally sent Chun Qiu over.
“If you mean Yu Ling Long, Master Chun Qiu has a cooperation with her. All the other shops? Just riding the wave,” he explained simply. Then he thought for a moment. “Wait, wait—Master Chun Qiu’s clothes aren’t exactly normal attire, are they? Do you have a partner now?”
“Nope,” Lin Yan quickly denied. “Those shops aren’t hiding it—they’re openly selling them.”
Bai Feng hadn’t yet expressed his confusion when Luo Chen chimed in to help clarify. “That’s actually pretty normal. Master Chun Qiu’s clothing isn’t like the revealing outfits from the Happy Sect or some fiendish demon women—most are perfectly wearable outside. Plus, Master Chun Qiu’s art has hints of seduction, but more in fine details, sparking the imagination, rather than outright exposure.”
**“Luo is right,”** Lin Yan nodded like they’d just found a kindred spirit. “Compared to those ‘naughty pictures’ or ‘royal books,’ I prefer to call it art!”
Bai Feng: “……”
No, I swear I’m just drawing some little royal pictures.
【Ding! Detected the host’s naughty (ahem) art—oh, I mean, “art”—has convinced Lin Yan and Luo Chen, luck points +233 + 100 Fire Control Techniques.】
*……*
*System, you are really good at sneaking in. And what does this luck value even mean? Are you mocking me?*
Bai Feng grit his teeth, fists clenched. If the system had a corporeal form, he was sure he’d beat it bloody right now.
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“Bai Feng seems to have gone to Xuan Guang City—you should know what to do now, right?”
In a secret cave of the Refining God Sect, Zuo Qiu slowly opened her eyes. After returning from the secret realm, her cultivation had surges—now she was at the peak of Golden Core. With the weapon given by Hei Lian, she even felt she could defeat a cultivator in the early Yuan Ying stage.
But although she got the power she’s always dreamed of… she couldn’t be happy. For that power, she lost her freedom, becoming a pawn Hei Lian could toss aside anytime.
*I will definitely get rid of you, that b*stard! I swear I’ll end you!*
Zuo Qiu gritted her teeth in her mind, but on the surface, she nodded calmly: “Mm, I will head to Xuan Guang City immediately.”
