Kuma hunched over, slipping across the courtyard like a ghost. She expertly avoided the dry twigs on the ground without stirring up even the slightest breeze. This was a skill she had honed through countless infiltration missions; she wouldn't break an egg even if she stepped on it.
Arriving at the window of the master bedroom, Kuma held her breath and quietly pushed open a hairline crack.
Inside, the room was dead silent.
Lynch was nowhere to be seen. According to her intelligence, the hardworking human would usually be chopping wood in the backyard or busy in the herb garden by this time.
On the large bed, Felsy was still sound asleep.
The morning light filtered through the gap in the curtains, spilling over her long silver hair.
Kuma narrowed her eyes and activated her innate skill, the Eye of True Sight.
It was a high-tier reconnaissance skill capable of seeing through a target's mana flow and life state.
However, in the very next second, Kuma's jaw nearly dropped in shock.
"This... how is this possible?!"
In her vision, Felsy's life force—which had previously been as weak as a candle in the wind and riddled with fractures—was now burning exceptionally steadily!
Although it was still a far cry from the raging inferno of her peak that could scorch the heavens, if Her Lady's body yesterday was a dried and cracked riverbed, then today, a trickling stream was actually flowing through it once again!
What terrified Kuma the most was that the severed points in Felsy's mana circuits—scars left behind by the Ultimate War that not even the best potions in the Demon Realm could mend—were now being reconnected by a gentle and mysterious energy!
That was the power of Laws.
It was a kind of reconstruction that surpassed ordinary healing magic!
"In just one night?!"
Kuma covered her mouth, her pupils shaking wildly.
"This recovery speed... It's like a dead tree springing back to life, a reversal of life and death!"
"Could it be..."
The scene of Lynch bringing Felsy into the bedroom last night instantly surfaced in her mind.
"Could this be the legendary... dual cultivation secret art?!"
"Did that human named Lynch use some special ritual to unreservedly transfer his own life essence to Lady Witch? No wonder Her Lady is so indulgent with him. It turns out he's a walking humanoid holy elixir!"
Just as Kuma was mentally conjuring up a grand, tragic, cross-species life sacrifice ritual,
the figure on the bed stirred.
Felsy slowly opened her eyes.
She had slept so comfortably.
Ever since she was injured, she would be woken up several times a night by the dull ache in her meridians. But last night, under the pressure of Lynch's strange massage techniques, she had actually slept through the night like a baby.
Moreover... her body felt so light.
The ever-present heaviness had mostly vanished, and gathering mana at her fingertips no longer felt sluggish.
"That idiot... actually has some skills."
Just as a faint smile touched the corners of Felsy's lips, her sharp perception immediately caught a gaze coming from the window.
Her smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a chill cold enough to freeze the air.
She turned her head, her purple eyes coldly locking onto the eye behind the crack in the window.
"What are you doing?"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority.
"Wah! G-Good morning! Lady Witch!"
Since she had been discovered, Kuma stopped hiding. She awkwardly stood up from beneath the windowsill, pushed the window open, and popped half her head in, wearing a flattering smile.
"Um... this subordinate was just worried about Your Lady's safety, so I came specifically to check! Seeing you sleeping so soundly puts my mind at ease!"
Felsy sat up. The blanket slipped down, revealing her perfectly intact nightgown.
"Done looking? Then get lost and go chop wood."
"Yes, yes, yes! Getting lost right away!"
Kuma was about to turn around, but her blazing gossipy heart and her thirst for knowledge about power made her stop in her tracks.
She swallowed hard and gathered the courage to ask:
"Um... My Lady, please forgive me for being nosy and asking a question."
"Spit it out."
"It's just... your current condition is ridiculously good! Your life force has skyrocketed, and even your mana circuits have been significantly repaired." Kuma pointed at Felsy. "Is that human's technique... really that amazing?"
Felsy paused for a moment.
Although she didn't want to admit it, it was indeed the truth.
"Mhm." She nodded faintly, the tips of her ears turning slightly red. "It really... has some merit. It's much more impressive than I imagined."
Receiving an affirmative answer, the shock in Kuma's eyes grew even deeper.
"But... that doesn't make sense."
Kuma scratched her head, her pair of beast ears twitching in confusion.
"According to the records in those human novels I've read, this level of life transfer or dual cultivation is usually earth-shattering and accompanied by intense... you know."
"But..."
Kuma looked at Felsy with a face of complete innocence and asked the fatal question:
"But there wasn't much commotion from you two last night, was there?"
"I pressed my ear against the wall and listened for ages. Aside from you moaning a few times at the very beginning, there was no sound after that... Could it be that Lynch is a master of the Silent School? Or does this kind of ritual not require intense physical clashing to complete?"
The air froze in that instant.
The blush on Felsy's face rapidly spread from her ears down to her neck, before instantly turning into the dark crimson of humiliated fury.
She finally realized.
What this subordinate, whose head was filled with nothing but trash, was actually talking about!
Furthermore—
"You pressed your ear against the wall and listened for ages?"
Felsy's voice became extremely soft, so soft that it was absolutely spine-chilling.
"Moaned a few times?"
She slowly raised her hand, a black magical radiance swirling around her fingertips.
"Agent Kuma."
"Present!!"
Kuma instantly stood at attention, cold sweat pouring down like rain. She realized she had let something slip!
"It seems yesterday's punishment wasn't severe enough, since you still have the energy to pry into your superior's privacy."
Felsy smiled. The smile was breathtakingly beautiful, yet so dangerous it induced despair.
"Since you like listening to the wind so much..."
"Then go up there and listen to your heart's content."
Hum—
This time, a whip wasn't necessary.
An invisible telekinetic force grabbed Kuma directly by the back of her collar, lifted her entirely off the ground, and threw her straight out the window.
A rope condensed from mana was already hanging from the tall jujube tree in the courtyard.
"Wahhhhh! Lady Witch, spare my life! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I shouldn't have eavesdropped! I shouldn't have been curious!"
"Off you go!"
Swish—
Kuma's figure traced a rather ungraceful arc through the air, accurately ending up suspended upside down from the highest branch of the jujube tree.
Immediately after, a light breeze blew past, swaying her body.
She was like a wind chime, beginning to spin in irregular circles in the morning breeze.
"Wuwuwu... the world... is spinning again..."
Inside the master bedroom.
Felsy slammed the window shut with a bang and drew the curtains.
She leaned against the headboard, covering her burning cheeks, and gritted her teeth:
"That idiot Kuma... what does she mean 'moaned a few times'..."
"Tonight... I'm absolutely not letting him massage me tonight!"
"...I'll press it for five minutes at most!"
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
