Chapter 15: This Joke Is Not Funny at All

“Don’t worry, Dad, I’ll make sure my sister is satisfied!” Pei Yanlin smiled slightly, took out his phone, and made a call, a trace of confidence flickering across his expression.

Before long, someone arrived, delivering a batch of branded sportswear—pants, tops, and an assortment of athletic shoes.

When Bai Qianzhou saw the clothes, her eyes immediately sparkled, and she gave Pei Yanlin a thumbs-up.

Pei Yanlin glanced proudly at Pei Hexuan and Bai Lu, who exchanged looks of helplessness.

Yet, there was no denying that young people truly understood other young people.

With these clothes, Bai Qianzhou’s walk-in closet was instantly filled halfway.

After dinner, Bai Qianzhou took a relaxing shower and flopped onto her bed, lazily yawning.

Suddenly, a small green snake, no thicker than an adult’s finger, slithered onto the bed and crawled toward her, but Bai Qianzhou seemed completely unbothered.

“Hisss~”

“小 Green, stop fooling around, let me rest for a while.” Bai Qianzhou slapped it lightly.

“Hisss~ Little Zhouzhou, do you really intend to stay here? Don’t you think living here will only bring you more bad luck?”

“I have no choice. Didn’t you forget what the old man said before we descended the mountain?” Bai Qianzhou sighed.

Three days ago… no, it should be four days ago.

Deep in the mountains, a simple courtyard lay in serene tranquility, like a secluded paradise.

Bai Qianzhou reclined leisurely on a lounge chair in the courtyard, her hands gracefully folded over her abdomen, seemingly savoring this peaceful moment.

Her eyes were closed, her face calm and gentle like a blooming white lotus, radiating a soft glow under the sunlight.

“Bai Qianzhou, if you’re going to sleep, why must you look like you’re dead? Do you want me to arrange a funeral procession for you?”

An old man with a white beard covered his eyes at the sight, grinding his teeth in frustration.

“Master, you know better than anyone how unlucky I am,” Bai Qianzhou spoke softly, her voice flowing like a clear spring. Though her eyes remained shut, a hint of wistful humor lingered in her tone.

Indeed, this white-bearded old man was none other than Master Xuan Yu Daoist, who had once rescued Bai Qianzhou from a desolate wilderness.

Had it not been for Master Xuan Yu passing by in the torrential rain and taking her in, it was uncertain whether Bai Qianzhou would still be alive today.

“Your fate is such that bad luck is inevitable, but at least you have no threat to your life,” Master Xuan Yu muttered after a moment of silence.

“Yes, yes, yes: breaking bowls when drinking water, choking on food, tripping over flat ground, fracturing bones during martial arts practice… Even eating meat, bones get stuck in my throat—this is normal for me.

In such a vast mountain with so many open spaces, I just happen to be the unluckiest person—bird droppings always land right on my head. How can I help it?”

She paused, her tone tinged with helplessness yet lightheartedness. “If I never wake up from this nap, at least I can strike a pose for you to admire, so you won’t worry about your unlucky disciple.”

“You little brat, you’re always spouting nonsense. And you expect me to admire you? In your dreams!”

A slap suddenly landed on Bai Qianzhou’s head from a distance. The sharp pain jolted her upright; she covered her head with her hands, eyes filled with innocence and frustration.

This old man really didn’t hold back at all!

“Ahem, Zhouzhou, you’re sixteen now. It’s time to descend the mountain,” Xuan Yu said with a hint of resignation, as if weary of his mischievous disciple’s antics.

“Master, that joke isn’t funny at all.” Bai Qianzhou glared at him angrily, withdrew her hands from her head, and lay back down, resuming her previous pose, unwilling to pay attention to her master’s words.

“I’m serious.” Xuan Yu’s tone grew gruff.

He wanted to discipline this rebellious disciple, but he was no match for her now.