Chapter 9: The Host’s Ruthless Crying Triggered Child of Destiny Detection
As soon as the system notification popped up, Bai Feng snapped awake faster than a cat spotting a cucumber. Forget whose lucky kid was brainless enough to get into trouble—first things first, he sat up cross-legged like a boss.
A torrent of spiritual energy surged into his body, making his aura rise like a balloon at a kid’s birthday party, finally crashing at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage—just enough to look impressive but not enough to get a head start.
“d*mn it, Child of Destiny! If I find out who you are, I swear I’ll…“
Bai Feng clenched his fists so tightly his fingernails almost left dents in his palms, snarling, “Stay away from me!”
Just then, a knock at the door interrupted his rant. He hesitated and then stood up, heading over with a suspicious squint. “Who’s there?”
Hadn’t he already moved to some quiet corner of the White Family estate? And wasn’t it his servant’s duty to avoid bothering him unless the world was ending?
Could it be his pa? Got some family business?
He reached for the door handle, pushing it open—and froze mid-motion.
Standing outside wasn’t a random visitor, but his sister Bai Yu Mo. Only her face wasn’t that icy, indifferent stare from before; it had a touch of tangled worry and guilt.
Wait, didn’t she go to see Dad? Why’s she suddenly here knocking on *my* door? She never used to come looking for me after she visited him.
Bai Feng quickly masked his surprise, slipping back a step to keep some distance. “Ahem, Yu Mo, didn’t you go see our father? Is he asking for me?”
Yu Mo sensed him retreat and a flicker of remorse and anxiety crossed her eyes.
But she couldn’t blame anyone—it was all her fault. If she hadn’t kept her distance intentionally, Bai Feng wouldn’t have kept his.
“I-It’s not that…” Yu Mo lowered her head, her usually calm face suddenly tinged with nervousness and fear. “I wanted to invite my big brother out for a stroll.”
She hurriedly added, perhaps embarrassed or worried about rejection, “Since I just got back after a long time, I want to buy some supplies for cultivation or whatever. If you’re busy, then….”
She bit her lip, unable to bring herself to finish her plea, finally settling on, “Could you help me mark the shops inside the city? I haven’t been back in ages…”
Bai Feng didn’t answer right away. His expression was like he’d seen a ghost.
Where did that wary, distant little sister go?
Did she eat something strange? Or is she possessed by a ghost?
Yu Mo kept waiting, her gaze nervously flickering, her fingers twisting her clothing uncontrollably as her body started to tremble slightly, as if about to turn and run.
Fortunately, Bai Feng didn’t let her wait long. He shook his head, curious. “What is it that Sky Sword Sect doesn’t have that you need to come here to buy?”
He was only mildly interested if someone else asked, but his sister? She’s a Celestial Bone owner—her status in the sect was top-tier. If she needed resources, he didn’t buy it.
Though he didn’t answer her right away, Yu Mo finally exhaled in relief, her face relaxing a bit. “There’s quite a bit I need. The disciples of the sect have lots of points, but they’re not just handed out like candy. Usually, we buy materials from the city when we go on missions.”
“Mm-hmm…” Bai Feng nodded, eyeing her with a nervous glint. His mind flicked back to how she looked when she first arrived at the Bai Family—such nervousness, eyes darting around, barely three or four, but so wary and mature. She seemed to have the mind of someone much older, constantly cautious of everyone. When no one paid her any mind, she’d hide and observe silently—completely unlike a typical kid.
“Did Dad say strange things to you?”
Bai Feng thought about his terrible dad—good at fighting but a mess at family relationships. Apparently, he’s always trying to repair that sibling bond.
Plus, with the system just popping up, it’s likely that the unlucky lucky kid who’s crying was his sister.
d*mn it! When did I ever treat you badly that you’re doing this to me?!
“Not… not really. It’s just that I wanted to see it,” Yu Mo hurriedly waved her hands. Then, looking up with an apologetic expression, she said, “Sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”
Bai Feng blinked, suddenly recalling something. “You saw that letter? Our dad still has it? With his personality, he didn’t lose it?”
“Mm.” Yu Mo nodded. “But Dad only recently found it.”
—Yeah, that tracks with what I imagine about Dad.
“Forget it, it’s nothing important. Don’t take it to heart,” Bai Feng waved dismissively. Honestly, ever since the villain system showed up, his attitude towards his sister went from clinging to her like a leech to just trying to keep peace.
Recently, he sensed the system was getting anxious—throwing him some luck points for small things, probably because he was laying low.
If he grumbled, his sister might get upset and throw a tantrum. And he bet the system would just load him with more luck points the moment she did.
He definitely didn’t want to walk out and get swarmed by a bunch of Child of Destiny kids ready to beat him up.
But, oddly, not saying anything made Yu Mo more distressed.
If he grumbled at her, maybe she’d feel better, but no—Bai Feng acted as if it was all routine, like he was just a brother doing his job. Just like when they were little.
The more he acted casually, the guiltier she felt, thinking her doubts and suspicions had pushed him away.
Yet Bai Feng didn’t retaliate or cling—just kept avoiding her for her happiness’s sake, even while she misunderstood him.
She cursed herself silently. She should’ve hit herself even harder at midnight.
“I… really, I’m sorry…” Tears welled in Yu Mo’s eyes, her nose twitching as she fought back tears. She hastily took a deep breath and turned her head aside, as if resisting something. “Sorry… I don’t deserve to be your sister.”
“Wait, calm down for a second.”
Bai Feng was stunned. “Little sis, what’s with this pattern? I’m not upset anymore, and you’re still acting upset?”
He instinctively glanced at the system, and as expected, a pop-up appeared:
【Ding, detected the host causing the Child of Destiny to cry bitterly, Luck Points +50. Because the host has actively played with the Child of Destiny’s feelings for the first time, a special reward—Heavenly Law of Forging—Bestow of Spirit—is granted. Keep up the good work!】
‘What the hell!’
What do you mean “ruthlessly crying,” or “actively playing with feelings”?
Stop lying with your eyes wide open! My sister isn’t crying yet!
Bai Feng suppressed the urge to roast the system. Right now, more important than mocking it was to prevent Yu Mo from crying for real—because if she did, the system might just dump even more luck points on him.
He gently patted her back, trying to calm her down. “Alright, alright, relax. Don’t overthink. I didn’t say anything bad, and I’m not being falsely accused. I’ve been doing just fine these past few years!”
Yu Mo looked at Bai Feng and then at the secluded environment around them. Finally, a tear slipped silently down her cheek. “Sorry…”
Bai Feng just stared blankly. “What are you doing, little sis? The more I comfort you, the more upset you seem!”
He was trying to comfort her while completely oblivious—inside Sky Rainbow City, there weren’t many people questioning him, but back at the Heavenly Sword Sect, rumors of him being a Bone Collector ran wild. Plus, he hadn’t even changed clothes after returning home: still decked out as a spoiled brat.
This sort of talk was like stabbing her heart with a sharp, precise needle—quick, accurate, and painfully.
【Ding, detected the host taking the initiative to shake up the Child of Destiny’s psyche, Luck Points +30, All Attributes +3.】
‘…Shut up!’
