He sighed, slowly relaxing his furrowed brow, and gently nodded. “I was a bit too hasty about this. How about this: I’ll arrange for Yue Yao to meet you another day, and we can discuss the engagement later.”

Bai Feng immediately felt a wave of relief wash over him; for now, he could sidestep the engagement issue.

As for the meeting, he would see if he could come up with an excuse to avoid it when the time came.

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**Chapter 15: Has the Investigation into Chun Qiu's Identity Been Completed?**

Bai Feng stepped out of the reception room. After he finished speaking, Uncle Yun dropped the topic of the engagement. Now, both Uncle Yun and his father were preparing to go out for a drink.

“Brother, don’t you want to get engaged to Yun Yue Yao?”

Bai Yu Mo followed closely behind him. She had been quietly standing in the room, but couldn’t help but ask Bai Feng once they were outside.

“Not really.” Bai Feng shook his head without hesitation. “After all, I’ve never even met her. We’re complete strangers. If I’m going to get married, I’d prefer to find someone I know well, someone I’ve spent a few years with, at least as friends. Ideally, there should be a foundation of feelings, and our personalities should match.”

In short, he needed to know if the other person was a child of destiny, and whether they had any ties to such a person.

Otherwise, given the quirks of the current system, he suspected that even sleeping at night after getting married could trigger system rewards, flooding him with a bunch of luck points.

Bai Yu Mo stared at Bai Feng for a few seconds, then quickly shook her head, as if trying to hide her embarrassment. She hurriedly asked, “So, do you have someone you like?”

“Um, no.” Bai Feng shook his head again. “I’ve mostly been at home and don’t go out much, so I don’t know many people.”

“Oh, I see…”

Bai Yu Mo scratched her cheek, her gaze instinctively wandering around.

“Alright, don’t worry about your brother’s life decisions. I’m the young master of the Bai family; getting married is quite simple for me.” Bai Feng waved his hand. “You’re leaving today, right? Make sure to practice hard at Tian Jian Sect. Don’t come home too often unless it’s necessary.”

“Mm…”

Bai Yu Mo’s mood dipped a little, but then she remembered the information she had asked her father for about Bai Feng that morning, and her spirits lifted again.

She looked forward to the day she would see Bai Feng at Tian Jian Sect. By then, wouldn’t her brother be very happy?

At that moment, Bai Feng suddenly sneezed. He glanced around suspiciously, feeling as if someone was plotting against him.

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Bai Yu Mo left, and Bai Feng sat in the courtyard, gazing up at the sky, feeling…

Refreshing!

Finally, he didn’t have to be on edge anymore!

Time to draw some spicy art!

Bai Feng took out his paper and pen, then began to brainstorm.

Ever since he saw Bai Yu Mo wearing the purple dress he had drawn, he realized he seemed to have gained a rather special fanbase at Tian Jian Sect.

Just as he was getting tired of drawing spicy art lately, his readers were also feeling a bit of aesthetic fatigue. It was time to switch things up and draw something different.

He needed to create both serious and spicy art; that’s what made a well-rounded artist!

He could even do a single character in two contrasting styles: one with formal attire and a proper pose, and the other with risqué clothing and a less-than-proper pose. This kind of contrast would definitely drive his fans wild.

Alright, good! Inspiration struck—time to start drawing!

During the few days Bai Feng immersed himself in drawing spicy art, the elders of Tian Jian Sect began a discussion.

The reason? Three recommendation letters had appeared on the sect leader’s desk.

One was from Bai Yu Mo. Upon returning to the sect, her first action was to inform her master about Bai Feng’s situation, and her master wrote a recommendation letter to the sect leader.

The second was from Lin Yan, who was even more enthusiastic about the matter than Bai Yu Mo. He not only sought help from his master but also called upon a few alchemy elders he was close with.

The last letter was from Senior Brother Chen, who simply wrote a letter emphasizing how extraordinary Bai Feng was, while also reflecting a bit on his own impulsiveness.

All three were inner disciples of Tian Jian Sect, and Bai Yu Mo was the direct disciple of the peak master of Qing Zhu Peak. With the backing of Bai Yu Mo and Lin Yan’s masters, the elders of Tian Jian Sect had no choice but to take this matter seriously.

Eventually, with some people fanning the flames, even ordinary disciples learned about the situation, leading to a division within the sect.

One faction believed that since it was proposed by Senior Sister Bai and Senior Brother Lin, it indicated that Bai Feng was not as unworthy as rumored. As long as he met the requirements, what harm was there in letting him join Tian Jian Sect?

The other faction argued that Senior Sister Bai was clearly under pressure from the Bai family to recommend Bai Feng, and as for Senior Brother Lin, the Lin and Bai families were neighbors; some mutual benefits were not surprising, and they absolutely could not encourage such a trend!

In fact, there was even a small faction in between—those who agreed to let Bai Feng join Tian Jian Sect so they could beat him up.

But Bai Feng was completely unaware of all this; he only felt that the weather was getting colder.

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“Has the investigation into Chun Qiu's identity been completed?”

In Qiu Feng Tower, a girl named Qiu Er, wearing a half-transparent veil, sat in a chair with her legs crossed, exposing her smooth, fair thigh through the high slit of her dress. She asked the bent-over housekeeper, Wang Ma.

“Saint…”

Before Wang Ma could finish, Qiu Er interrupted her, “How many times do I have to say it? My name is Qiu Er.”

“Right, right, I’m sorry, I’m at fault…” Wang Ma seemed to recall something terrifying, her body trembling as her legs gave way, and she knelt on the ground.

“Get up.” Qiu Er’s expression remained unchanged. “If you don’t report back soon, you can go to the Red Dust Wall.”

“Yes, yes…” Wang Ma hurriedly scrambled to her feet and quickly relayed the information she had gathered during this time:

“Miss Qiu Er, it seems that Chun Qiu is being protected by some force. Our investigation into Chun Qiu has been completely obstructed, and no information has leaked out. The only ones capable of such a feat are probably the Bai family from Qing Hong City.”

“Again with the Bai family?”

Qiu Er frowned slightly. Last time, someone from the Bai family had broken free from her influence. Although she hadn’t used her powers to avoid exposing her identity, merely relying on the subtle influence of her music, the speed at which that person left still left her feeling annoyed and threatened.

She even suspected that the other party might have discovered something. To that end, she had quietly influenced a disciple from Tian Jian Sect, but unfortunately, he turned out to be a useless drunkard who couldn’t even handle a spoiled young master in the early stages of foundation building.

In recent days, she had been worried about being discovered by the authorities of Qing Hong City. Although she wasn’t afraid, her mission was not yet complete, and she certainly didn’t want to leave in such a disgraceful manner.

“Alright, I understand. You don’t need to continue the investigation on this matter.” Qiu Er waved her hand. “Before you leave, clean up the floor.”

“Yes, yes…”

After Wang Ma tidied up and left, Qiu Er leaned back in her chair, propping her cheek up with one hand. She wasn’t surprised by the results of the investigation into Chun Qiu.

Long before she arrived in Qing Hong City, she had sent someone to investigate, but aside from the name Chun Qiu, there was no other information at all—not even whether it was a man or a woman.

Only the local power players in Qing Hong City could manage to keep things so tightly under wraps, and Chun Qiu’s status among them was likely not low.

But she had no intention of giving up. The moment she laid eyes on Chun Qiu’s artwork, she had resolved to bring Chun Qiu into her fold.

Such talent hiding away in Qing Hong City as a spicy art illustrator was a gross underutilization. Only by joining Sheng Xin Sect could his true value be realized.

“It seems I need to pay the Bai family a visit.”

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**Chapter 16: Two ‘Good’ Pieces of News**

“Great! I did it!”

Bai Feng held a piece of recording stone in his hand, but upon closer inspection, one would notice that this recording stone was a bit different.

This stone had more array points than usual, making it far more complex than a standard recording stone.

Ordinary recording stones only had the functions of recording and playback, but the one in Bai Feng’s hand had been modified to include editing capabilities.

Though it only had the most basic functions of cutting and splicing, adding even this simple feature had cost him a considerable amount of time and effort.

The original creator of the recording stone hadn’t intended to add any other functions, which meant that Bai Feng had to almost rebuild the underlying array nodes during his modifications.

But it was all worth it.

“This will be the reward for the next limited edition collectible.”

Bai Feng toyed with the smooth recording stone in his hand, planning to create a short animation of about ten seconds to give the indigenous people of this other world a little visual shock.

Just as he was preparing to immerse himself in drawing for an entire day, a knock sounded at the door:

“Young Master, the Master is calling for you.”

“Okay, I got it.”

Bai Feng shook his head. Every time he tried to work hard, someone always interrupted him.