She instinctively clenched her fists, but then quickly shook her head—no way, she must be overthinking it.

She hurried to Yu Yao's door, raised her hand, but hesitated to knock.

What if it really was as she feared?

Just as she was wavering, the door suddenly swung open from the inside. Yu Yao, spotting Bai Yu Mo standing at her doorstep, beamed with surprise. “Yu Mo, you came at the perfect time! Come help me out, will you?”

Bai Yu Mo blinked, “Huh?”

As she stepped into the room, her eyes fell on the picture on the table, and her mind struggled to catch up.

“No, I didn’t bring the right fabric.” Yu Yao rummaged through her storage bag, then suddenly sprang up from her chair. “Wait for me, Yu Mo! I’ll be right back!”

With that, Bai Yu Mo watched as Yu Yao dashed out, leaving her standing there, utterly bewildered.

So, what on earth was going on?

She reached for the paper on the table. It depicted several women in various poses, all wearing the same exquisite white wedding dress—something she had never seen before.

Did Bai Feng bring this? Where did he get such a picture?

As Bai Yu Mo pondered, the door opened again, and Yu Yao rushed in, gripping Gu Yueqing's wrist. “Sister Gu, you have to help me! This is a once-in-a-lifetime request!”

“Whoa, that sounds dramatic. What’s going on?”

Gu Yueqing was still trying to grasp the situation, instinctively glancing at Bai Yu Mo, who was holding the delicate wedding dress illustration.

“Hey, is this drawing by Teacher Chunqiu?”

She pointed at the picture in Bai Yu Mo's hand and asked Yu Yao beside her.

“Huh?” Yu Yao froze. “How do you know about Teacher Chunqiu?”

“Isn’t your Yu Linglong selling clothes designed by Teacher Chunqiu? My mom bought two pieces to support you when you first launched.” Gu Yueqing explained. “If I hadn’t been curious and done some digging, I wouldn’t have known that Teacher Chunqiu is the one who draws the royal illustrations. How did you manage to collaborate with such a talented artist? But the designs are indeed beautiful.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Yu Yao jumped up, trying to cover Gu Yueqing's mouth. “Don’t say any more!”

Suddenly, she felt a chill creeping up her back.

Instinctively, she turned around to see Bai Yu Mo smiling gently, bending down to ask, “Sister, who is Teacher Chunqiu?”

“Uh… who is she?”

Yu Yao's forehead began to bead with cold sweat. Why hadn’t she warned Gu Yueqing in advance?

I’m so sorry, little junior brother. For the sake of my life, you’ll have to take one for the team. If Bai Yu Mo stops talking to you because of this, I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’ll cook for you from now on!

After mentally swearing, Yu Yao resignedly slumped to the ground and began to explain, “There’s an artist in your Bai family named Chunqiu. She draws beautiful clothes, so I asked my little junior brother to bring me some books. It was really just about the books! And I didn’t mean to make that kind of dress. You saw it too; Teacher Chunqiu’s designs are indeed stunning, so…”

As Yu Yao stumbled through her explanation, Bai Yu Mo lowered her head, deep in thought—does the Bai family have someone skilled in painting?

…

“Just the preparation work is this complicated…”

Bai Feng stretched, having gone several nights without a full eight hours of sleep. Liu Meng had high expectations of him, so he had been assigned many technical tasks.

“Anyway, I’ve finally wrapped up for now. Let’s make a few portable array plates—one for each of Bai Yu Mo and the others, just in case of any unexpected incidents during a demonic invasion.”

He summoned celestial fire, melting the semi-finished materials to remove impurities, leaving only the essence behind.

The last reward the system had forcibly given him was a fire control technique, which was different from the fire control spell. It was more like a DLC added to the game, allowing the celestial fire to change more in his hands.

However, although it was called a technique, some of the skills were incredibly difficult, like condensing fire into fine threads or controlling flames to circulate within his body to eliminate toxins.

“Alright, the first one is done.”

Bai Feng held a palm-sized array plate. Once he completed the first, the second was much easier.

This was a composite array, sacrificing offensive and defensive capabilities for multiple overlapping illusion arrays.

The goal was to ensure that once someone entered the array’s range, they would be strongly controlled for a few seconds.

He tailored this specifically for Bai Yu Mo, considering her situation. After all, she didn’t lack offensive power and was agile, making it hard for ordinary attacks to reach her. So, he simply discarded the defensive array and included only the illusion array.

Once the enemy fell into the illusion array, Bai Yu Mo could decide the outcome with a single strike.

He continued crafting portable array plates, layering two defensive arrays for Sister Yu Yao to ensure his partner wouldn’t get hurt at all.

He should also make a defensive array for Su Lanqian. He didn’t expect her to do much; he just hoped she wouldn’t cause any trouble.

As for Lin Yan and Luo Chen, he planned to give one a fire array plate and the other an illusion array plate.

Bai Feng had been backstabbed by these two multiple times, and he hadn’t intended to give them anything, but they had helped him, so he decided to give each of them one.

“Not enough materials.”

He paused his work, noticing that three portable array plates were already laid out on the table, with only Lin Yan and Luo Chen’s remaining.

“Cough, this isn’t my fault. I’ll make you more next time.”

Bai Feng put away the three completed array plates and glanced at the brightening sky, realizing it was already the next day.

“I haven’t pulled an all-nighter in a while.” He stretched again. “If I calculate correctly, today should be the auction day. Sister Yu Yao will probably go to the auction.”

Perfect timing, as he needed to buy some materials.

So, he pushed open the door and headed straight for Yu Yao’s room.

“Sister, are you awake?”

Bai Feng knocked on the door, and within seconds, it swung open.

“Sister, you didn’t stay up all night too… huh?”

He was about to tease her when he froze. The one who opened the door wasn’t Yu Yao, but his sister, Bai Yu Mo.

However, Bai Yu Mo wasn’t wearing a simple robe; instead, she was in a pure white wedding dress, adorned with intricate lace patterns that wound from her neckline to her waist, with a few lace flowers accentuating her waist. The hem of the skirt was made of sheer white fabric, subtly revealing the curves of her calves.

Her face was flushed with shyness, but her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she gazed at him. “So, how do I look?”

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**Chapter 92: Bro, Did You Draw That Picture?**

“How do I look?”

Faced with Bai Yu Mo’s eager gaze, Bai Feng felt his heart race.

“Beautiful, it suits you perfectly.”

He averted his gaze slightly, patting his chest in relief—close call, he almost let things get awkward.

Bai Yu Mo smiled, reaching out to grab his arm. “Let’s go inside.”

“Uh…”

Bai Feng was pulled into the room, and after a brief moment of shock, he realized something. “Yu Mo, what are you doing here with Sister Yu Yao?”

“Of course, Sister Yu Yao asked me to help make the dress.” Bai Yu Mo beamed, “I contributed to this outfit too. It turned out pretty well, right?”

Upon learning that the dress in the picture was a wedding gown, an uncontrollable thought had blossomed in her mind. So, she didn’t dwell on the Chunqiu matter and spent the night with Yu Yao making the wedding dress.

“Yeah, it looks great.”

Bai Feng nodded in praise, but he couldn’t help but wonder if Sister Yu Yao had revealed their transaction with Chunqiu.

Hmm, probably not. After all, he had used a separate piece of paper this time, not the book by Chunqiu.

And…

He glanced at Bai Yu Mo, seeing her genuine smile, which further confirmed his suspicion.

If Bai Yu Mo knew, she definitely wouldn’t be acting like this.

“Little junior brother, you’re here!”

Yu Yao looked up at Bai Feng, then quickly lowered her head to continue fiddling with the fabric in her hands.

“You really stayed up all night, huh?”

Bai Feng noticed the cut fabric scattered on the floor and felt a surge of admiration. To have made a wedding dress in one night, Yu Yao was indeed impressive.

But why did it feel like her tone was a bit off? Was it because she was tired from staying up?

At that moment, Yu Yao kept her head down, unable to look at Bai Feng, even her hand holding the needle began to tremble—sorry, little junior brother, it’s not my fault that Chunqiu got exposed. If you come to my place to buy materials in the future, I’ll give you a discount!