DLBTF 09

Chapter 09

The Head-Pat Kill! Pure Love is the Main Theme!

“It is the treasure Master needed!”

The girl wiped away her tears and took out a small, crystal-clear, perfectly round blue pill from her storage bag.

“Eh, isn’t this…”

“The genuine Nine-Turn Soul-Solidifying Pill?”

Bai Feng recognized it at a glance. This was the very same Nine-Turn Soul-Solidifying Pill that Bai Qingling had demanded from Cen Xing’er in the original game plot!

“Bai Qingling was naturally cautious. He originally intended to ingest this Nine-Turn Soul-Solidifying Pill before fusing with his origin dao-foundation to minimize the rejection reaction. Little did he expect that Xiao Chen would use Cen Xing’er to swap it for the Empty Soul-Devouring Powder, laying the groundwork for his defeat and death.”

“In the game, this Grade-Nine precious pill, used to significantly strengthen the soul, only appeared in the item encyclopedia; players had no way to obtain it!”

“Now… it has actually been presented before me!”

Bai Feng was excited inside, but his outward demeanor remained nonchalant. “Oh, so it is the Nine-Turn Soul-Solidifying Pill. I didn’t expect you to actually refine it.”

“Master’s orders! How would Xing’er dare to be negligent!”

Cen Xing’er’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the tall man, as if gazing upon a god:

“Ever since Master gave the command, for three months, Xing’er traveled back and forth between the Herb Garden and the Demonic Plantation to gather the herbs for refining this pill.”

“Because Master specifically instructed that this matter must not be known to others, after the pill formula was assembled, Xing’er went to the Alchemy Workshop in person, feeding the furnace day and night, never taking a step away!”

“Even… even when my eyes were dazed and could no longer stay open from the true fire of the alchemy furnace later on, Xing’er used ice techniques to stimulate my eyes and force myself to stay awake!”

“In any case, there was absolutely no negligence! Please rest assured, Master!”

Bai Feng said, “In that case, you have truly worked hard.”

Hearing this, the girl’s pupils dilated, and she stood there like a wooden statue.

Heavens… Master… did he actually speak to me like that? He said I worked hard? And in such a gentle tone!?

In an instant, the girl’s eyes reddened once again.

She gazed infatuatedly at the handsome man on the throne, whose expression was rarely so gentle, feeling that all of this—was like a dream!

“No! Xing’er didn’t work hard at all!”

A moment later, Cen Xing’er regained her composure and shook her head repeatedly, the bell on her neck jingling along with her movements.

“However…”

“If Master feels that Xing’er has done quite well, could you…”

Not knowing where the courage came from, the girl crawled obediently to the front of the man’s throne, lifted her beautiful, shyly flushed face, slightly opened her vermillion lips, and exhaled like an orchid:

“Could you please reward Xing’er?”

What the hell? What is she saying?

Bai Feng was slightly stunned.

Master and disciple, one kneeling and one sitting, stared at each other.

The atmosphere seemed a little… subtle.

In a daze, Bai Feng finally remembered something and nodded.

“Very well.”

Having said that.

He raised his pale, thick right arm, his large, solid palm facing downward, and gently covered the top of the girl’s head.

He stroked her soft hair tips gently.

Throughout the process, the girl appeared incredibly obedient. In the end, she simply closed her eyes, fully enjoying it, and actively rubbed her blushing cheeks against his warm, large hand…

This docile and soft posture was just like a kitten clinging to its owner!

“I like it so much…”

“Xing’er really, really likes Master’s head pats…”

The girl slightly pouted her lips, the blush on her face spreading to her ears, as if she had entered some state of supreme bliss!

“It’s just a head pat; is this girl really that invested?”

Bai Feng was somewhat amused.

Just as he was about to withdraw his arm.

Suddenly, a familiar electronic sound rang out:

Ding!

“Congratulations to the Host! Successfully spread Great Love!”

“Obtained Points: 500! Current Remaining: 1000 Points.”

Ding!

“The System Mall has been opened!”

“The Host can visit the Mall to spend Points to exchange for items!”

The Head-Pat Kill! YYDS (the GOAT)! Pure love is the main theme!

Bai Feng felt comfortable inside. Although he didn’t know what was in this System Mall for now, saving up points was definitely the right choice!

Cangming Sect, Yin-Gui Hall, Hall Master’s Bedchamber.

A woman with a noblewoman’s hairdo, draped in a vermillion long dress, stood by the window, gazing at the northern firmament.

She seemed to have something on her mind. She was graceful, plump yet slender. Although she wore a snow-white, misty veil over her face and her full appearance could not be seen, the pair of peach-blossom eyes she revealed were enough to be soul-stirring.

She was the one in the Cangming Sect whose status was second only to the Sect Master, one of the Four Great Hall Masters, and the Hall Master of the Yin-Gui Hall—

The “Embroidered Saintess,” Hua Yurong!

“Disciple Xiao Chen pays respects to Master!”

A handsome young man stepped into the hall and reported in a deep voice.

Disturbed by the interruption, Hua Yurong was startled. Then, her willow brows furrowed, appearing slightly displeased: “Chen’er, you are becoming increasingly undisciplined, daring to barge into your Master’s bedchamber!”

“I…”

Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and said: “Reporting to Master, this disciple knows you are about to go into seclusion today, so I wanted to report a major matter to you before then! The situation is truly urgent; I beg Master’s forgiveness!”

“Hmph.”

Hua Yurong snorted coldly and turned around. “Speak, what is the matter?”

“Master…”

Xiao Chen whispered, and after confirming no one was around, he stepped forward: “You must have heard the recent rumors…”

“That Youluo Hall Master, Bai Qingling, has had his magical power burned away by that “Ancestral Saintess” Mu Xinlan of the Ethereal Cloud Palace, and is now lingering on the brink of death in the Blood Kitchen!”

“There is no need to pay attention to such rumors.”

Hua Yurong glanced coldly at her disciple. “Chen’er, what exactly are you trying to say?”

Xiao Chen said excitedly: “This disciple has a decent relationship with Cen Xing’er, the third disciple of the Youluo Hall. Today, I learned from her that not only is Bai Qingling devoid of magical power, but he has also been poisoned by a rare and lethal toxin, and his life is hanging by a thread!”

“At the same time, this is the moment when the restrictions outside the Blood Kitchen are at their weakest!”

“Master can secretly go to the Youluo Hall, enter the Blood Kitchen, and suppress Bai Qingling to death!”

“With the Ancestor’s limit approaching, there is restlessness within the Cangming Sect, and the election of a new Sect Master is inevitable! Once the strong rival Bai Qingling is eliminated, the position of the next Sect Master will belong to no one but you, Master!”

The young man prostrated himself, doing his best to appear respectful and sincere.

However, the next second—

Slap!

A slap landed on the young man’s face with all its might!

Boom-hiss!

Terrifying true energy backflowed through his entire body! It sent the young man flying, spitting blood from his mouth, his feet leaving the ground as he flew back several yards!

“Master, you…”

Xiao Chen struggled to support his body, looking in shock at the graceful figure in front of him.

“Hmph, a brat like you dares to speak presumptuously about killing Bai Qingling?”

“You simply don’t understand the terror of that person.”

Hua Yurong looked out the window, her soft, amorous peach-blossom eyes showing clear awe: “Not to mention whether the widely spread rumors about the battle between Mu Xinlan and Bai Qingling are true or false.”

“Bai Qingling is naturally suspicious, treacherous, and cunning; the whole world knows this! Do you think he would keep a disciple by his side who might leak his secrets at any moment, and allow her free entry and exit to the Blood Kitchen?”

“Heh, so Master’s meaning is that this is false news intentionally released by Bai Qingling to lure our Yin-Gui Hall into making a move, right?”

Xiao Chen gave a cold laugh, his eyes flashing with a hint of resentment.

“If the battle between Mu Xinlan and Bai Qingling is false.”

“Then the news Cen Xing’er gave you is even less trustworthy!”

Hua Yurong’s gaze became increasingly cold: “You must know that Bai Qingling was the personal disciple of the Great Alchemy Grandmaster of the Demonic Path, the “Evil Alchemist,” and his current alchemy skills are even more supreme than his master’s! Tell me, what kind of poison pill could leave him helpless?”

“Hmph, Master! You look down on people too much!”

Xiao Chen couldn’t sit still anymore and blurted out: “This pill was…”

“What did you say?”

Hua Yurong frowned slightly.

Xiao Chen realized his slip of the tongue and hurriedly corrected: “Master, this disciple was wrong! It must be just as you said; this poison pill matter is definitely false news released by Bai Qingling to lure people into a trap!”

“It is good that you understand.”

“Withdraw! This Master is going into seclusion!”

Hua Yurong waved her sleeve, and a powerful, tyrannical Yin-Evil force swept out, sending the young man at the door flying.

At the same time, the surrounding doors and windows closed tightly.

In the large bedchamber, only one sorrowful and beautiful figure remained.

“Senior Brother, oh Senior Brother, back then you killed our master and cursed hundreds of fellow disciples to death, but you left only me alive. Was it to plant a deep hatred in me, so I would seek revenge on you in the future?”

“You succeeded.”

“I am now the Hall Master of the Yin-Gui Hall, on equal footing with you, yet all these years, you have never discovered my identity.”

“As for those rumors released by righteous hypocrites… heh, laughable.”

“Even though that woman Mu Xinlan’s strength is tyrannical, looking down on the Nine Provinces, I do not believe she could surpass your thousand types of poisonous insects and myriad schemes.”

“As your junior sister, no one knows your terror better than I do.”

“Just wait. Your life will sooner or later be ended by my own hands, Hua Yurong!”

“Bai—Qing—Ling!”

(End of chapter)