“Don’t worry, Master, I know what I’m doing!” Lin Yan glanced around to ensure no one was watching before he pulled off his mask and removed his cloak. “I just really admire Master Chunqiu’s paintings. I can see the resilient spirit he imbues in every stroke.”

“…”

The old man opened his mouth, wondering what kind of resilience one could glean from a risqué picture.

Could it be that his disciple had developed some psychological issues from spending too long absorbing spiritual energy while asleep?

Well, it was just a fondness for risqué art, not an unusual hobby. Let him be.

…

【Luck Value +1】

Bai Feng paused, his brow slightly furrowed—here we go again!

In the past year, system notifications had been popping up from time to time. Although each time it only added a point or two, the frequency was overwhelming! His luck value had now exceeded a hundred, reaching 114!

He carefully reviewed the events of the past few years, confirming he hadn’t encountered any luck children.

If there was any difference, it was that his sister had joined the Tianjian Sect. Could it be that his luck value was somehow linked to her?

Forget it, no need to overthink it. Today was the release of a new book, so he decided to relax a bit and go listen to some music.

Bai Feng changed into a new outfit, swapping his simple blue robe for the flashy attire favored by wealthy young masters. With a fan in hand and a slightly frivolous smile on his face, he looked like just another ordinary young scion.

Dressing like this was perfect for blending in with a crowd of wealthy youths, making him appear unremarkable.

He carefully slipped out the back door of the Bai residence. Once outside, Bai Feng walked with an air of indifference, resembling a typical young master, albeit without a retinue.

‘Should I get a follower? A young master without a follower seems a bit conspicuous.’

Bai Feng pondered this but couldn’t find anyone willing to play along with him on short notice.

Forget it, he’d find a chance later.

“Hmm?”

Bai Feng suddenly frowned—his luck today was indeed terrible. He had run into a luck child on the street! He hoped he wouldn’t be noticed.

If he had known, he would have stayed home today.

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**Chapter 3: Encountering a Luck Child**

Lin Yan strolled down the street in his green robe. Anyone familiar with the Tianjian Sect would recognize it as the attire of an inner disciple.

Ever since the old alchemist in his ring had awakened, his cultivation talent had returned, and with the old man’s assistance, his training speed had accelerated. As a result, he successfully joined the Tianjian Sect and became an inner disciple.

As the saying goes, you only learn to cherish what you’ve lost. Now, he spent nearly all day training, and even during his breaks, he studied alchemy, occasionally beating up any disciples who dared to provoke him.

Though he wanted to hurry back to continue his training, the old alchemist advised him to balance work and rest, suggesting he take a day off. So, he planned to wander around Qinghong City again, which also provided a chance to sell the pills he had recently crafted.

However, on his way to Qingfeng Pavilion, he suddenly paused.

A figure caught his eye—this person didn’t seem special, with average cultivation, but his clothes looked quite expensive.

The young master’s demeanor made Lin Yan frown slightly, reminding him of the spoiled disciples he had dealt with in the Tianjian Sect.

Just as he was about to change direction to avoid him, he noticed something unusual about the fan in the young man’s hand.

‘Wait… isn’t that one of the ten fans released alongside Master Chunqiu’s first limited edition?'

He took a closer look!

The end of the fan was engraved with the characters “Chunqiu,” and the ornament hanging from it was the signature item of the character “Drunken Master,” one of the most beloved figures created by Master Chunqiu.

Though the fan was closed, he knew the design wasn’t a typical landscape painting but rather the “Moon Viewing” scene featuring the Drunken Master:

The moon hung high, shrouded in mist, the long robe partially revealing a delicate, fair back. The half-turned face, flushed from intoxication, gazed dreamily at the “reader,” stirring a longing in the heart.

This image was one of the most aesthetically pleasing pieces in Master Chunqiu’s collection, in Lin Yan’s opinion.

Wow, how enviable!

If he could get his hands on that fan, he would definitely find a safe place to keep it, just taking it out to admire every day would be enough!

Then he realized something—if this person owned such a rare fan, didn’t that mean he was also a die-hard fan of Master Chunqiu?

In an instant, Lin Yan found this person much more likable, even the young master’s indifferent swagger seemed to carry a hint of righteousness.

But at the same time, Bai Feng felt increasingly uneasy, even breaking into a cold sweat.

Why is this luck child staring at me? I only have a little over a hundred luck points; I shouldn’t be attracting any hostility!

No, I should just change my route to avoid him.

But before he could turn away, he saw the luck child walking straight toward him.

‘Crap, this is bad!’

Bai Feng quickly reached for the talisman hidden in his sleeve.

This was a reward he received from the system after his luck value hit a hundred—an entry-level talisman.

He had drawn quite a few talismans and even sought advice from the family’s talisman master, all for this day!

‘Would a speed talisman be enough? With my swift shoes, I should be able to escape, right? Or should I add a burrowing talisman too?’

Just as he was about to activate the talisman and run, the luck child stepped within a meter of him and quietly said, “Do you also read Chunqiu?”

Bai Feng: “…”

Not only do I read Chunqiu, but I am also Chunqiu himself!

However, seeing that the other party wasn’t aggressive, he felt a bit relieved.

Though he didn’t know how the other person had learned about the book, as long as he wasn’t here to cause trouble, that was fine.

“Yeah, I’m a die-hard fan of Master Chunqiu. I’ve been a fan since the very first book came out, and I’ve collected every single one.”

He nodded nonchalantly while quietly observing the other person.

The other’s expression seemed a bit excited, showing no signs of anger. Could it be that a luck child had genuinely mixed in among his fans?

Then the other’s next words confirmed this:

“Me too! Well, it’s a bit different—I only became a fan in the past year, but I’ve managed to get all of Master Chunqiu’s books!”

“…”

Bai Feng forced a smile, his lips twitching.

But inside, he was cursing—what’s up with you luck children? I’ve gone off to draw risqué art, and yet you’re still following me around!

You’re luck children, for heaven’s sake! Why are you interested in risqué art? Shouldn’t you be focusing on your cultivation?

Excited, Lin Yan didn’t notice Bai Feng’s forced smile. He continued, “It’s a pity I got to know Master Chunqiu too late. Many of the merchandise is either priced sky-high or simply unavailable.”

Hearing this, Bai Feng finally understood why the other had approached him.

He glanced at the fan in his hand. Had he known a luck child had infiltrated his fanbase, he wouldn’t have brought it out at all.

What should he do now?

Bai Feng took a moment to calm himself—no need to overthink it. Just treat him like an ordinary person. The more he focused on the luck child’s identity, the more mistakes he would make.

“I understand, I often encounter similar situations,” he nodded. “But you don’t need to worry; Master Chunqiu is aware of this and is considering reissuing the old merchandise.”

“Really?” Lin Yan’s eyes lit up, but then he looked puzzled. “Wait, how do you know this?”

“Of course, I asked the bookstore owner,” Bai Feng said, keeping a straight face. “He’s not very discreet and sometimes lets slip some news while chatting.”

“I see, I appreciate the insight!” Lin Yan clasped his fists in gratitude.

“No problem, we’re all fans of Master Chunqiu here,” Bai Feng waved his hand. After exchanging a few more pleasantries to send Lin Yan on his way, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he felt a bit conflicted—should he continue drawing risqué art?

Forget it, let’s go listen to some music first.

Meanwhile, Lin Yan didn’t leave but instead watched Bai Feng’s retreating figure, deep in thought.

During their conversation, he had recognized Bai Feng’s identity—the eldest son of the Bai family.

He was quite different from the rumors; he seemed like a decent guy and even a fan of Master Chunqiu.

‘Is this the Bai Feng who supposedly dug up his sister’s celestial bones?’

The old alchemist emerged after they finished talking.

‘Master, what do you think of this person? Does he resemble the rumors?’