Chapter 29: Are you siblings really playing a little too crazy?
Before Bai Yu Mo could get mad, Bai Feng jumped ahead, pinched a piece of roasted meat, and jammed it into his mouth.
“Mm, perfectly cooked! Crispy on the outside, tender and juicy inside.” Bai Feng nodded with great approval. “Yu Mo, we should try roasting this kind of spiritual beast meat too. Hey, little junior, can you tell me how you managed to make such delicious meat?”
Lin Yu’s expression wavered just a bit, and he lowered his head, mumbling, “Sister gave it to me. I don’t really know how I roasted it.”
“That’s such a shame,” Bai Feng shook his head, then strolled over beside Bai Yu Mo. “Come on, let’s pick some pieces ourselves. Nothing beats doing it by hand for that authentic flavor.”
He also subtly shot a glance at the little junior from Purple Cloud Peak. Selling green tea off Purple Cloud Peak is one thing, but trying to peddle tea here at Green Bamboo Peak? Did he think everyone is as devoted to destiny as those crazy fanboys?
“Mm,” Bai Yu Mo’s smile reappeared, and she hurriedly followed Bai Feng, walking away quickly from Purple Cloud Peak’s location.
Meanwhile, Lin Yu lifted his head, glaring after their backs with a hint of bitter envy—how dare this useless waste without a shred of talent disturb him?
“Little junior, stop staring at those cold leftovers. Come, try this roasted meat.”
Instantly, Lin Yu’s shy smile reappeared. “Okay, Sister! Sister, you should eat too—this roasted meat is really, really good!”
…
“Mm, this should be enough,” Bai Feng selected a few decent-looking pieces of spiritual beast meat. Suddenly, a note fell onto his table, with handwriting on it.
He turned his head and saw it was from Luo Chen, the so-called ‘Child of Destiny’ obsessed with luck.
Luo Chen’s face bore a faint smile: “Here’s the roasting technique.”
‘……’
As expected of the master lapdog of luck—a true good person’s profile before the transformation.
“Thanks,” Bai Feng didn’t bother being polite; he took the secret recipe for roasting spiritual beast meat directly.
After accepting it, Luo Chen turned around and left, continuing to pick out high-quality spiritual beast meat for his senior and junior sisters.
Bai Feng glanced at the note twice, memorized the contents, then lit it with a spark and burned the note to ash.
Whatever stuff from the ‘Child of Destiny’ that he’s got nothing to do with, best to toss it out.
“Brother, what was Luo Chen doing just now?” Bai Yu Mo, holding her chosen spiritual beast meat, asked curiously, glancing at Luo Chen’s back.
“Delivering a meat roasting technique,” Bai Feng replied, lifting the dish of spiritual beast meat. “Let’s go back and do some roasting ourselves.”
“Mm.” Bai Yu Mo cast a glance toward Purple Cloud Peak, then tugged at Bai Feng’s sleeve. “Brother, let’s go another way. Stay far away from Purple Cloud Peak’s people.”
“Alright.”
This avoidance was naturally noticed by Lin Yu, whose grip on his chopsticks tightened considerably—but then, with a ‘snap,’ the chopsticks suddenly broke.
“Ah! Little junior, are you okay?” the senior sister hurried over with concern. “What happened? Aren’t you being too careless?”
“No, no. I just got promoted to Foundation Establishment and can’t control myself well yet,” Lin Yu blushed slightly, with an awkward smile. “Sorry, senior sister. I made you worry—I’m just too useless. I still can’t control myself after all this time.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re the genius of Purple Cloud Peak,” the senior sister picked up a piece of roasted meat with her chopsticks and held it near his mouth. “Come on, open wide. Have a piece.”
“No need, I can do it myself,” Lin Yu replied, though he still opened his mouth anyway.
From a distance, Bai Feng looked on this scene with a sense of utter disgust.
Good tea, really good green tea!
If I recall correctly, the girl feeding Lin Yu should be Luo Chen’s junior sister, right?
And looking again at Luo Chen—oh, he’s still roasting meat.
Yes, he’s definitely the safest ‘Child of Destiny’ I’ve ever met!
Bai Feng quickly retracted his gaze and hurriedly stepped away from this nauseating scene.
…
Later, Bai Feng and Bai Yu Mo enjoyed their roasting in peace, only occasionally exchanging greetings with passing disciples.
Probably influenced by Chu Ning Yan, the master of Green Bamboo Peak, the disciples here tend to be pretty laid-back, without that typical bunch of senior brothers and sisters firing questions all over him.
After all, his reputation in Heavenly Sword Sect—whether good or bad—was pretty loud.
Bai Yu Mo suddenly snuck a piece of roasted meat into Bai Feng’s bowl.
“There’s more here, stop always trying to feed me,” Bai Feng looked at the additional few pieces of meat that somehow appeared in his bowl, then watched Bai Yu Mo quickly retract her chopsticks with a guilty look. He couldn’t help but twitch his lips.
Are you seriously here just to roast meat?!
No wonder my bowl’s meat keeps multiplying—I thought Heavenly Sword Sect’s roasted meat could clone itself!
“Big brother, you’re just at Foundation Establishment; you should eat more,” Bai Yu Mo wasn’t embarrassed at all and said confidently, “This spiritual beast meat is full of nutrients—it’s good for cultivation!”
“Stop trying to change the subject,” Bai Feng patted her forehead with his hand. “I want to eat my own roasted meat. If you’re full, just sit and rest or go back to cultivate.”
“Mm-hm,” Bai Yu Mo rubbed her forehead, visibly dissatisfied but obediently sitting nearby, staring at Bai Feng as he ate.
Bai Feng: “…If you have nothing to do, go cultivate. Don’t keep staring at my food.”
He couldn’t shake the feeling that Bai Yu Mo was starting to ignore him more and more as a brother—was it because he’s been so easy to get along with lately, losing his stern brotherly aura?
Ah, right—he probably never had much of that aura to begin with. Never mind.
While devouring his roasted meat, Bai Feng looked around and saw that all the senior brothers and sisters were busy discussing cultivation or upcoming missions. The only one really just eating was… himself.
Feels a little out of place, huh?
But still, he kept munching.
Like Bai Yu Mo said, spiritual beast meat is rich in nutrients—especially since the meat was high-quality, probably brought from afar. After a few bites, he could feel warmth spreading through his body, beads of sweat forming, and the flow of spiritual energy speeding up.
In that case, must eat more!
“Ah, I’m exhausted. Finally done,” Yu Yao plopped onto a chair, without hesitation grabbing her chopsticks and pinching a freshly grilled piece of meat from the skillet to stuff into her mouth. Her eyes sparkled: “Mm, not bad, not bad at all!”
Bai Feng lowered his head to glance at Yu Yao, sitting there as if she weren’t treating him like some stranger. “Why are you coming over here stealing my roasted meat?”
“Of course, to see Bai Yu Mo sitting all alone and not eating her fill,” Yu Yao nonchalantly stole another piece. “No idea how to take care of her. Shame on you, big bro.”
“I told her to eat, but she wouldn’t listen,” Bai Feng snatched his third piece of meat just before Yu Yao could, then offered it to Bai Yu Mo. “Look, Yu Mo. Want some roasted meat?”
Bai Yu Mo first glanced at Yu Yao sitting opposite her, then at Bai Feng’s chopsticks extended toward her. She nodded softly and then lowered her head, eating the meat in one bite.
Yu Yao blinked—eyes wide: “You… guys really take ‘playing big’ to another level, huh?”
