Chapter 91: Senior Sister, who the heck is Teacher Chun Qiu?
Once White Feng’s mission was accomplished, he didn’t linger in Yu Yao’s room anymore. He spun around and dove into the big array project, hands busy as always.
Meanwhile, after he walked off into the sunset (well, just out of sight), Bai Yu Mo suddenly strutted out from the other side of the house. She frowned slightly—hmm, why was Bai Feng in Senior Sister Yu Yao’s room? Were they discussing fashion designs? But why didn’t she call her over?
Or… could it be…
She clenched her fist instinctively but then hurriedly shook her head. Nope, probably just her overthinking again.
She briskly approached Yu Yao’s door, raised her hand, and hesitated—should she knock? Or just barge in?
Before she could decide, the door suddenly swung open. Yu Yao saw Bai Yu Mo standing there and immediately brightened: “Yu Mo, perfect timing! Come quick and help me out, Senior Sister!”
Bai Yu Mo blinked: “Eh?”
She stepped inside and instantly spotted the picture on the table, her brain stumbling to catch up. Her head was spinning—what was this?
“Nope, I didn’t bring the right fabric,” Yu Yao announced, rummaging through her storage bag for textiles. Then, she suddenly jumped up—”Yu Mo, wait for me! I’ll be right back!”
And just like that, Yu Yao dashed out in a hurry, leaving Bai Yu Mo standing there with a daft look, totally confused.
What on earth just happened?
She reached out and grabbed the paper on the table—depicting several women doing different poses, all dressed in the same incredible wedding dress. The design was so exquisite she’d never seen anything like it.
Did Bai Feng bring this? Where did he even get such a picture?
As Bai Yu Mo pondered, the door swung open again. Yu Yao dragged Gu Yue Qing inside by the wrist: “Sister Gu, you have to help me! It’s a once-in-a-lifetime request!”
“Really over the top, what exactly is going on?”
Gu Yue Qing hadn’t quite figured it out yet. She instinctively glanced at Bai Yu Mo, holding the detailed wedding dress sketch in her hand.
“Eh? Did Teacher Chun Qiu draw this?” she asked, pointing at the picture.
“Eh?” Yu Yao suddenly froze. “How do you know Teacher Chun Qiu?”
“Isn’t Yu Ling Long just selling clothes designed by Teacher Chun Qiu? My mom even bought two when it first came out as support.” Gu Yue Qing explained. “If I hadn’t peeked into your stuff out of curiosity, I wouldn’t have guessed Teacher Chun Qiu was the artist behind those little emperor comics. How did you end up working with this artist? But the drawings are really good, no doubt about it.”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Yu Yao jumped up quickly, trying to cover Gu Yue Qing’s mouth. “Don’t say anything, don’t say anything!”
Suddenly, she felt a cold aura behind her.
She instinctively turned her head—and saw Bai Yu Mo approaching with a gentle smile, kneeling slightly and asking: “Senior Sister, who is Teacher Chun Qiu?”
“Eh… who is he, really?”
Yu Yao’s forehead was starting to sweat cold. Why didn’t she tell Gu Yue Qing earlier!
Sorry little junior—if it saves my skin, I’ll sacrifice you! If Bai Yu Mo stops talking to you because of this, I swear I’ll make it up to you. Maybe I’ll even cook for you next time!
Swearing inside her heart, Yu Yao sat down dejectedly, then explained briefly: “It’s just that the Bai family has a painter called Chun Qiu. His clothes are very beautiful, so I asked my little disciple to bring me some books. Really, it was just about the books. And I wasn’t trying to make those kinds of clothes, see? I just think Chun Qiu’s designs are nice.”
Faced with Yu Yao’s nearly rambling explanation, Bai Yu Mo lowered her head in thought—do the Bai family have skilled painters or what?
……
“All this preparation is such a hassle…”
Bai Feng stretched lazily. He hadn’t slept eight hours for several nights now—Liù Meng trusted him with a lot of technical work.
“But finally, it’s mostly done. Time to craft a few portable array disks—one for each of Bai Yu Mo and the others. Just in case we get attacked by Demon Path during the invasion.”
He summoned Immortal Fire, dissolving the semi-finished materials and removing impurities, leaving only the essence.
Thanks to the last reward from the system—a mini skill for controlling fire—now he could make the fire behave more wildly. It wasn’t just about controlling fire magic but was akin to DLC-like enhancements for the game, allowing Immortal Fire to morph and dance as he wished.
Though called a ‘mini-skill,’ some tricks were incredibly hard—like compressing fire into nearly invisible silk threads or manipulating flames to jingle inside his body, even clearing residual toxins.
“Done for the first one.”
Bai Feng held a tiny array disk about the size of his palm. Once he’d done one, making the next was a piece of cake.
This was a composite array—no attack or defense, just multiple illusory arrays layered on top of each other. When enemies stepped inside, they’d suffer some serious illusion before anything else.
It was tailored specifically for Bai Yu Mo—since she didn’t need attack power and was extremely agile. Normal attacks? Impossible to reach her with those. So, he ditched the defensive formation and just layered illusions.
Once caught in the illusions, Bai Yu Mo could finish the fight with a single sword strike and turn the tide.
He kept crafting more portable array disks—considering Senior Sister Yu Yao’s abilities, he added two layers of defense to safeguard his allies.
For Su Lan Qian, a defense array disk was also necessary. She wasn’t expected to do much, just avoid mishaps.
As for Lin Yan and Luo Chen, a fire array and an illusion array respectively. He’d originally hesitated to give to them—those two had betrayed him multiple times—but they helped out eventually, so he handed them one each.
“Materials aren’t enough anymore.”
He paused his work. On the table, three array disks were already done, only Lin Yan’s and Luo Chen’s remained.
*Sigh*—not his fault. Next time, he’d make more for them.
He packed up the three completed disks, looked at the sky—clearly dawned, it was already the next day.
“Haven’t pulled an all-nighter in a while,” Bai Feng yawned. “Looks like today’s the auction. Senior Sister Yu Yao probably heads there today.”
Just right—he needed to pick up some materials.
He pushed open the door and went straight to Yu Yao’s room.
“Senior Sister, are you awake?”
He knocked on the door. Not long after, it swung open.
Wait a minute—who’s that instead of Yu Yao?
It wasn’t Yu Yao at all—it was his little sister, Bai Yu Mo.
But Bai Yu Mo wasn’t in her usual plain robes—she was wearing a pure white wedding dress, with lace patterns snaking from the collar down to her waist, and some more lace flowers accenting her waist. The skirt’s hem was sheer white silk, revealing faintly her legs’ curves.
Her face was blushing with embarrassment but her eyes weren’t dodging anymore—instead, they looked at him expectantly: “Does it look good?”
