Zhong Ruyue’s face paled under the overwhelming aura of Ling Wanbai. Her hands trembled as she was about to step in and mediate, only to see Little Wei pull her clothes out from under her skirt.
“Oh.”
The indifferent response left both Ling Wanbai and Zhong Ruyue momentarily stunned.
“Just because you’re a UR, does that give you the right to bully SS-rankers? You’ve never given dual-S physiques the same treatment during physical exams—how do you even know you’re the strongest?”
Little Wei pushed Ling Wanbai aside.
Such a self-absorbed woman. Disgusting.
Ling Wanbai had never been treated with such disdain before. A flicker of irritation flashed in her eyes.
Before Little Wei could react, Ling Wanbai’s smart device flew right in front of her.
What’s this about?
A string of code flashed across the screen, and a beam of white light descended from above, enveloping her completely.
“I’ll give you the same treatment.” Ling Wanbai’s figure appeared blurred beyond the light.
Little Wei could barely make out her voice.
But the meaning was clear—she was being told to unleash her power.
As Little Wei’s fingertips touched the light, three radiant beams erupted. The brightest golden light shot straight into the sky, drawing astonished gazes from the surrounding dual-S students.
This was a detection ability exclusive to the Ling family.
The two flanking beams, representing strength and physique, shimmered with a faint violet hue. The one in the middle… seemed to be spiritual energy?
People craned their necks, straining until their muscles ached, rubbing their eyes from the glare before finally accepting one undeniable fact—
Their dual-S academy had just produced someone with max-level spiritual energy.
This level of spiritual energy was almost on par with Ling Wanbai’s when she first enrolled.
Ling Wanbai’s expression shifted. She quickly retracted her smart device and checked the displayed data.
Spiritual Energy: ???
Strength: Level 6
Physique: Level 8
In her three years here, she had never seen anyone with a physique reaching Level 8—let alone spiritual energy marked with question marks.
Back then, hers had also been three question marks.
But her golden light had been slightly dimmer. Ling Wanbai had to admit one thing: aside from strength and physique, this person surpassed her.
A talent like this had no business growing mushrooms in a dual-S academy.
Zhong Ruyue, meanwhile, was utterly dumbfounded.
Little Wei herself was speechless.
“Si, what the heck was that golden thing just now?”
“Your spiritual energy. For the next three worlds, your original abilities won’t be suppressed by the Heavenly Laws.” Even as she said this, Si was taken aback.
She hadn’t paid attention to Little Wei’s spiritual energy back in the void, but to think it was already this formidable?
This was an advanced world—reaching such a level in the talent assessment was terrifying.
Ling Wanbai, meanwhile, put away her device and looked at Little Wei.
“Ning Xiaowei, first-year healing department, right?”
“I’m Ling Wanbai, third-year mecha department. With your talent, staying in a dual-S academy is a waste. If you’re truly interested in mechas, would you consider transferring to the top UR academy for registration?”
Her attitude had done a complete 180, even extending a friendly hand.
Little Wei barely processed it in time.
But with such an opportunity, she wasn’t about to refuse.
“I’ll go.” That said, she didn’t shake Ling Wanbai’s hand.
Ling Wanbai snapped her fingers. Her smart device shifted to Little Wei’s feet, transforming into a sleek silver hoverboard—far larger and more refined than Little Wei’s, spacious enough to lie on.
Little Wei stepped onto it, only to realize there was no transparent sphere encasing her.
Huh?
The next second, Ling Wanbai’s mechanical wings flared, and she shot off like a streak of light. Little Wei’s eyes widened in shock—moments after takeoff, the hoverboard zoomed away, leaving her suspended midair.
Unlike her usual ride, which at least had a ring securing her feet, this one was just a flat surface.
AAAAHHH—
I’M AFRAID OF HEIGHTS!
Luckily, Ling Wanbai noticed the empty hoverboard and swooped down to catch her—otherwise, Little Wei would’ve met Si in the afterlife.
“You don’t even know how to operate a hoverboard?” Ling Wanbai frowned.
Little Wei: “…”
With no other outlet, she vengefully yanked at Ling Wanbai’s wings.
Up close, she realized they were mechanical, crafted from some exquisite material.
“Keep pulling, and you’re the one who’ll fall, not me.”
Ling Wanbai’s voice was flat.
“Oh.” Little Wei reluctantly let go and shifted her grip elsewhere.
Curiosity got the better of her, and she patted around.
“Huh? Nothing here. Where’s it attached?” She was truly taking shamelessness to new heights.
“You’re the boldest dual-S I’ve ever met.” Ling Wanbai’s face darkened.
Little Wei silently withdrew her hand, pulled out a disinfectant spray from her smart device (shopping in this world was absurdly convenient—items materialized instantly), spritzed her hands, rubbed them clean, then wiped the residue on Ling Wanbai’s clothes.
Payback for her earlier arrogance.
Little Wei held grudges against everyone. This entire spectacle had Si sweating bullets.
She was half-expecting Ling Wanbai to drop Little Wei headfirst into the ground like a mushroom sprout.
Ling Wanbai was a fragment of her soul, but this was an advanced world—the stronger the fragment, the more independent its consciousness. Personality traits didn’t carry over.
This world’s Ling Wanbai had fully assimilated into its hierarchy: arrogant, condescending, and yes, painfully self-absorbed—common traits among URs, who stood at the pinnacle of power. The entire planet revered them as warriors.
Even if some URs had shown Little Wei kindness before…
Well, that was purely because they found her pretty and wanted her for her looks.
Si didn’t expect the soul fragments in these three worlds to fall for Little Wei. As long as the tasks were completed, she could reclaim these unruly pieces—by force, if necessary.
With that in mind, Si spoke up: “Your ‘oranges’ might be different in the next three worlds, so there’s something I need to warn you about.”
“Huh?” Little Wei had just touched down.
“If needed, you can beat them into submission.”
“Waaah, so you’re saying she won’t pamper me anymore? Fine. Today’s the day we divorce.” Little Wei had seen through it all.
Si: “?”
“You’re a man.” Si wondered if Little Wei had forgotten.
“So what? Does being male mean I’m not my parents’ precious baby? Can’t a guy be spoiled and cared for by girls?” Little Wei could only lament Si’s lack of vision.
Si had no comeback.
Had she spoiled Little Wei rotten?
She picked up a golden, plush sphere nearby—this was Ji Cheng’s emotional imprint.
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