Yuyao suddenly recalled what Baifeng had just said to Yumo; it seemed he mentioned that Ye Tang was dead.

Hiss, is the little junior brother really that strong?

She instinctively glanced at Baifeng, whose face showed no expression, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

She reached out and poked Baifeng in the waist, whispering, “Little junior brother, how did you do it? Aren't you a formation master?”

“Yeah, I am a formation master!”

Yuyao grew anxious. “Stop playing coy! How did you manage that?”

“Did you forget what the Fengling Sect did? It was thanks to the great formation they set up; otherwise, I wouldn’t have dared to confront Ye Tang.”

Hearing Baifeng's answer, Yuyao remembered that the Fengling Sect had indeed laid down a large formation nearby.

She scratched her head. “So, this is the Fengling Sect shooting themselves in the foot, and in the process, they ended up killing Ye Tang?”

Well, there really couldn’t be a more fitting explanation.

She gave Baifeng a thumbs-up. “Well done, little junior brother!”

What a fitting end!

As a victim, she felt no sympathy for Ye Tang whatsoever.

“But why didn’t you find a few more people to help? That way, your eyes wouldn’t have gone temporarily blind, right?”

“First of all, I can’t see clearly, but I’m not blind,” Baifeng explained simply. “Secondly, by the time I realized it, it was too late.”

That was indeed one reason; after all, he hadn’t found Lin Yan and Luo Chen. Another reason was that he was worried that Ye Tang’s fate would shift from instant death to being taken to the Law Enforcement Hall, which, for a child of destiny, was no different from letting a tiger return to the mountain.

Yuyao nodded but still muttered softly, “Hmm, it just feels like it’s not worth it for you to go temporarily blind because of someone like that.”

Especially in a secret realm, wasn’t this holding back the little junior brother’s growth?

“Alright, since we’ve found the senior sister, let’s find a place to rest,” Baifeng waved his hand. Compared to other matters, he was more eager to find a place to relax.

…

Temporary campsite.

“Um, Yumo, as the senior sister of the Tianjian Sect, you must have a lot to do, right? You shouldn’t just stay by my side all the time.”

Baifeng lay on a simple wooden bed, feeling a bit helpless as he spoke to Bai Yumo, who was taking care of him.

“I don’t have anything to do,” Bai Yumo shook her head, patting her thigh. “Brother, please lie here. This is Mingmou Dew I obtained earlier; it can heal eye injuries.”

“Do I really need to lie on your lap to apply the medicine?”

“This is very precious! I only have six drops in total!” Bai Yumo frowned slightly, seriously countering, “What if I accidentally waste it? At least you need to be a bit closer to me!”

“...Can a Golden Core cultivator really still have shaky hands?”

Baifeng couldn’t help but tease, but he still leaned over and lay on Bai Yumo’s lap.

Although his eyes would recover after some rest, he wouldn’t refuse anything that could speed up the process; after all, not being able to see clearly was quite uncomfortable.

Bai Yumo didn’t do anything strange. One hand hovered near Baifeng’s eyes as she gently dripped the Mingmou Dew onto them.

A cool sensation spread across his eyes, and Baifeng could feel the Yin-Yang patterns slowly starting to circulate, continuously absorbing the Mingmou Dew.

‘It really works!’

Baifeng felt that his vision had indeed cleared up a bit; with a few more applications, he should be able to see facial features clearly.

“By the way, Yumo, can you take your hand off my face?”

He opened his eyes; although he still couldn’t see clearly, he could tell from Bai Yumo’s posture that she was leaning down, and her little hand was restlessly exploring his face.

“Ah... um, okay.”

Bai Yumo quickly withdrew her hand, her gaze darting around, and even her ears turned a bit red.

She first moved Baifeng’s head off her lap, then hurriedly stood up from the bedside, speaking quickly, “The porridge I made should be almost ready. I’ll step out for a bit; you need to rest well, okay?”

With that, she quickly left the room, leaving only the sound of a softly closed door behind.

“Feeling shy?”

Baifeng turned to look at the closed door, thinking she was just playing a prank.

After pondering for a moment, he heard the door creak open again.

The figure entering wasn’t Yuyao; she was wearing the clothes of a Tianjian Sect disciple, nor was it Su Lanqian...

As Baifeng wondered who had come in, a somewhat familiar voice rang out at the door:

“Brother, are you feeling better now? I just checked the porridge; it’s not ready yet, but I brought some spirit fruit. Do you want to eat some to tide you over?”

Bai Yumo? Didn’t she just leave a moment ago? How could she be back so soon?

And her tone was different from usual; what was different about it?

As Baifeng pondered, the Bai Yumo at the door spoke again, “Brother, are you asleep? I’m coming in.”

At that moment, he finally realized what was different!

This tone carried a hint of respect for an elder brother. It was a tone he hadn’t heard in years.

Now, aside from calling him “brother,” Bai Yumo showed no respect for him as an elder brother at all!

You’re not Bai Yumo; who are you really?

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Chapter 65: You’re Simply a Born Saint

Baifeng felt a sense of doubt within; it was like a mother who had always called you by your childhood nickname suddenly using your full name with a hint of politeness. It was hard not to be suspicious.

Could someone be playing a prank on him? Who would have the guts to do that?

Yuyao? She might have the guts, but the conditions wouldn’t allow it.

Su Lanqian... when she was next to him, she couldn’t even complete a sentence.

Others from different sects?

Let’s not even mention how many would dare impersonate Bai Yumo; even if someone did, what would be the purpose of taking such a huge risk to get close to him?

Hmm...

Thinking it over, there were quite a few possible reasons.

Could it be that the Fengling Sect wasn’t willing to accept defeat and planned to try another method to capture him?

Did they have the capability to do that?

Wait, why am I overthinking this? I can just check the system!

Baifeng almost slapped himself on the forehead; how could he forget something so important?

“Yumo, I’d like a glass of water. Can you help me pour some?”

He sat up from the bed and asked the approaching Bai Yumo.

At the same time, he opened the system and directly accessed the Child of Destiny search function. He saw the icon representing Bai Yumo outside, and it seemed to be walking toward him.

‘Huh? This Bai Yumo is really a fake?!’

Baifeng felt a bit dazed, but his expression didn’t change.

So now the most important thing was to stall her.

“Of course,” the ‘Bai Yumo’ nodded, pulling out a bottle of spirit spring from her storage bag and pouring it into a bowl on the table. After finishing, she turned to Baifeng, “Brother, do you need me to help you sit up?”

“No need, I’m not so badly injured that I can’t get out of bed. Just put it on the table.”

Baifeng waved his hand, while he forced his consciousness to slowly reach toward ‘Bai Yumo.’

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes and couldn’t help but frown.

‘Is it the Yin-Yang patterns?’

Although the integration of the Yin-Yang patterns had strengthened his Divine Forging Technique, it wasn’t all benefits; the connection between the Yin-Yang patterns and the Divine Forging Technique was deeper than he had imagined. Excessive consumption of consciousness would affect the Yin-Yang patterns, which in turn would impact his eyes that had integrated the Yin-Yang patterns.

He could still use them, but his eyes would hurt, and it would slow down the recovery process.

“Brother? What’s wrong?”

‘Bai Yumo’ noticed Baifeng’s discomfort and approached with concern, one hand holding the bowl and the other reaching out to him.

“It’s nothing, just that my eye injury hasn’t fully healed yet,” Baifeng waved his hand, while the consciousness he was forcing out began to touch ‘Bai Yumo.’ “Alright, just give me the water.”

“Brother, you’re in this state; let me feed you.”

‘Bai Yumo’ smiled slightly, her hand moving closer to Baifeng.

Just as her hand was about to touch him, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

“Brother, the porridge is ready, I—”

Bai Yumo froze in place, seeing someone who looked exactly like her sitting by the bed, one hand reaching out toward Baifeng.

The ‘Bai Yumo’ by the bed looked at the one at the door, her expression not one of panic but rather anger. “Who are you? Why are you impersonating me?”

But the Bai Yumo at the door didn’t respond; she gently placed the porridge on the ground.