Tian Yan's usually bland face seemed to finally show a hint of a smile. She nodded, "If you encounter any difficulties during this time, feel free to come to me. I will do my best to help."

"Sure," Bai Feng replied casually.

Ha, if he really faced a problem, he would rather seek out Yun Yue Yao. At least she wouldn’t speak in cryptic riddles.

"Tian Yan, when did you come back?"

At that moment, a voice called out from a distance. Bai Feng turned to see Yun Yue Yao walking toward him, accompanied by a tall woman.

Under Bai Yu Mo's watchful gaze, Yun Yue Yao approached Bai Feng and offered him a pastry, "Want some?"

It was a sweet made from glutinous rice flour, resembling a rolled-up treat.

"You really know my tastes," Bai Feng said as he took a bite. Unlike usual, Yun Yue Yao didn’t lean in close; she simply stood there, a subtle smile gracing her face.

The tall woman beside her observed this interaction with a hint of curiosity—had Yun Shimei fallen too quickly?

No wonder Yun Shimei had gone out of her way to buy a pastry on the way here, but this wouldn’t win over Bai Feng!

"Do you two know each other?" Tian Yan suddenly asked, looking at Bai Feng and Yun Yue Yao.

Chapter 177: Don’t Impose Your Quirks on Others

Yun Yue Yao turned to Tian Yan and nodded, "Our parents were good friends."

"Hmm..." Tian Yan pondered for a few seconds. "In the future, I’d like you to keep in touch with Bai Feng."

"Okay."

Yun Yue Yao didn’t ask why; she simply nodded.

She understood that someone like Bai Feng, whose fate had shifted, would easily attract Tian Yan's attention. This was one of the reasons she had come over to greet him.

It was better for someone like Tian Yan, who willingly transformed into the Eye of Heaven, to keep a distance from Bai Feng.

The tall woman beside her seemed to want to say something but ultimately held back.

She turned to Tian Yan, smiling as she changed the subject, "By the way, Tian Yan, did you encounter anything interesting on your trip?"

Tian Yan nodded, "Yes, I witnessed the future."

Bai Feng: "..."

This was truly a riddle master!

Surely, the other disciples of Tian Yan Holy Land didn’t speak like this? They might as well rename it to Riddle Master Holy Land.

Noticing Bai Feng's confusion, Yun Yue Yao stood on her tiptoes, tugging at his sleeve, signaling him to bend down.

Then she whispered in his ear, "It’s about what we discussed on the chessboard..."

"Yun Yue Yao." Tian Yan suddenly interrupted, "Don’t say too much. Be careful not to attract the Eye of Heaven’s attention."

Yun Yue Yao immediately fell silent, but Bai Feng had already grasped her meaning.

Was the spiritual vein about to awaken so soon?

Speaking of which, Tian Yan’s riddles seemed to stem from her concern about the Eye of Heaven’s gaze, but why could Yun Yue Yao reveal so much information?

He looked down at Yun Yue Yao, who offered him a reassuring smile.

"Let’s stop talking about these mysterious things and chat about something else," Jiang Ling said as she walked over to Tian Yan, bending down to place a hand on her shoulder and whispering, "By the way, Tian Yan, did you have any thoughts of bullying Bai Shidi when you saw him?"

Tian Yan looked at her in confusion, then shook her head, "Please don’t impose your quirks on others."

"But Pei Shixiong can feel it too!" Jiang Ling muttered, "Why is it that the fortune-teller can’t sense it?"

Bai Feng silently averted his gaze—because you two are the children of destiny!

"The competition is starting," the Holy Son of Taichu suddenly announced, looking at Lin Yan on the field and asking everyone, "Do you think Lin Shidi can win?"

Jiang Ling shot a glance at the Holy Son of Taichu, "Why do you care about him? Shouldn’t you be concerned about your own disciples?"

"Hmm, you’re right," the Holy Son of Taichu nodded. "Then there’s nothing more to discuss; they’re bound to lose."

This time, Jiang Ling didn’t argue but nodded in agreement, "Yeah, who can compete with the alchemists from Dao Xuan Holy Land?"

"No, there’s one person who can," the Holy Son of Taichu countered. "Lin Shidi should be able to match them."

Jiang Ling: "..."

She quietly stepped back a few paces from Bai Feng, feeling that the Holy Son of Taichu was acting a bit strange.

The Holy Son of Taichu didn’t notice Jiang Ling’s reaction and continued, "Lin Shidi’s alchemy skills are quite impressive, at least better than ours in Taichu Holy Land. We agreed to have a match after the competition, and if Lin Shidi loses before facing me, that wouldn’t be good. I don’t want to fight someone whose fighting spirit has waned."

At that moment, Bai Feng suddenly asked, "Can I watch when you fight?"

"Of course," the Holy Son of Taichu turned to Bai Feng, his face filled with fighting spirit. "Have you made up your mind to challenge me?"

"No, I’m studying a special formation that can record the remnants of certain moves," Bai Feng quickly waved his hands, presenting the excuse he had prepared. "So I’d like to ask for your help; I just need some ordinary moves."

"No problem," the Holy Son of Taichu agreed readily. "Once you’re done, let me try it out. I’ve never fought against myself!"

"Well, it probably won’t last long for you, since it’s just remnants."

"That’s a pity," the Holy Son of Taichu said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"But if Shixiong wants to fight to his heart's content, I have a better idea," Bai Feng said, a smile creeping onto his face. "Although I can only record remnants, I can record several people’s moves. The only issue is that I don’t know many people and I’m not sure who is strong."

The Holy Son of Taichu’s eyes lit up, "Leave this to me. Wait a moment."

With that, he quickly left the group.

"I really can’t understand this battle-crazy mindset," Jiang Ling stretched her arms and yawned. "We finally got out, and instead of relaxing, they keep fighting and training like they’re still in the Holy Land. Don’t they feel tired?"

"Maybe for someone like Pei Shixiong, fighting is a way to relax," Bai Feng replied casually.

"I just can’t comprehend it," Jiang Ling shook her head. "Forget it, I’ll go relax."

With that, she took out a reclining chair from her storage bag, lay back, and pulled out a book, but instead of reading it, she placed it over her face.

‘...’

Isn’t Yaochi Holy Land supposed to be filled with elegant women? How did such a lazy dog come about?

Bai Feng couldn’t help but scoff inwardly.

He didn’t have to wait long before the Holy Son of Taichu returned, ‘bringing’ six disciples from different Holy Lands.

However, unlike the cheerful Holy Son, the expressions on these disciples’ faces were tinged with bitterness.

Bai Feng even spotted a child of destiny among them.

‘This Holy Son is quite impressive; he can even keep other children of destiny in check.’

As he observed this child of destiny, the latter noticed him too, but didn’t focus too much on Bai Feng. Instead, he turned to the Holy Son of Taichu, "Pei Shixiong, we have something important to do. We really don’t have time to compete with you!"

As soon as he spoke, the others chimed in:

"Yeah, the auction is about to start! I was planning to bid on a portable formation to study!"

"Pei Shixiong, we really can’t compete this time. Let’s do it next time, I promise!"

"I’m from Dao Xuan Holy Land; can I leave now?"

"Don’t worry, Shidi. I’m not here to challenge you," the Holy Son of Taichu said with a smile. "A friend of mine needs to record some moves, so I just wanted to ask for your help."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief:

"Why didn’t you say so? This small matter is easy for me."

"Yeah, don’t worry about ordinary moves. As long as they’re not forbidden by the Holy Land, I can record them!"

"Pei Shixiong, how do we record the moves?"

The smile on the Holy Son of Taichu’s face grew wider, even bordering on mischievous: "It’s simple; just fight me."

Everyone: "?"

Chapter 178: System: The Holy Son of Taichu Should Thank Us!

An hour later, Bai Feng looked at the group of disciples wailing in the ‘recording formation’ and then at the Holy Son of Taichu, who looked refreshed.

Truly, a child of destiny; he was clearly not just a simple battle fanatic but incredibly cunning.

He had used Bai Feng’s need to record moves as an excuse to trick these disciples into a match.

Let’s hope these disciples don’t end up with any psychological scars.