“The weak point of The Glutton is the lower abdomen, and The Greedy One's weak point is the eye.”
Ning Yu stood behind Ning Xuan and gently reminded her. Of course, she had no intention of intervening, but she informed Ning Xuan of the weaknesses of the two mutated zombies.
Ning Xuan didn't turn around; she simply raised her left hand and gestured "OK" to Ning Yu.
Ning Yu noticed that prosthetic devices were beginning to cover her ankles and wrists, resembling protective gear like ankle and wrist guards. There were even jet nozzles on the devices. As Ning Xuan moved, Ning Yu saw bright flames shooting out from them, apparently some kind of propulsion system to enhance her speed.
All the zombies, including the two The Gluttons and the single The Greedy One, surged towards Ning Xuan's position.
Ning Yu stood behind her, watching as she exuded an aura of invincibility, like a single warrior holding off an army.
【You killed a regular zombie, earning 10 points】
【You killed a regular zombie, earning 11 points】
...
A series of point notifications began to ring out. The first wave of regular zombies that charged forward were cut down like overripe bean sprouts, their heads severed by Ning Xuan's blade.
Her mechanical devices continuously and rapidly eject flames of varying sizes, adjusting her posture and accelerating her movements.
This rapid movement was as natural as controlling her own limbs, incredibly agile.
Ning Yu marveled at the ingenious design. Even an ordinary person, if they could be modified to this extent, would likely possess formidable combat power.
Unfortunately, ordinary people couldn't be modified to such a degree.
Come to think of it, Ning Yu had almost forgotten to ask earlier: Why did Ning Xuan need to undergo prosthetic modifications, while she, the elder sister, did not?
Ning Xuan weaved through the zombie horde, her swift movements leaving a trail of corpses in her wake. Soon, she encountered the three mutated zombies.
Ning Yu noticed that Ning Xuan didn't dodge the attacks from The Glutton's claws or bites, nor The Greedy One's sharp scythe-like strikes.
Any attacks that landed were blocked by a curved barrier, rippling like water.
Therefore, Ning Xuan's attacks were direct. With the enhancement of her prosthetic devices, her speed was unmatched, and the battle with the mutated zombies didn't last long.
【Ding! You killed a low-level mutated zombie, The Glutton, earning 500 points】
【Ding! You killed a low-level mutated zombie, The Glutton, earning 500 points】
【Ding! You killed a low-level mutated zombie, The Greedy One, earning 500 points】
With the final notification, Ning Xuan's alloy blade pierced through The Greedy One's tiny eye, killing it instantly.
Ning Yu also collected the points from all the zombies.
She released Blood Kite, which absorbed the zombies' blood to gain weapon experience.
“How was it, sister?”
Ning Xuan, who didn't need to walk during combat, floated back to Ning Yu.
“You're very strong.”
Ning Yu nodded lightly in acknowledgment. Suddenly, she noticed a few streaks of zombie blood on Ning Xuan's pristine silver hair.
She stepped forward, took out a handkerchief from her space, and gently wiped away the bloodstains.
Such a simple action seemed to freeze Ning Xuan, who spoke slowly:
“Sis... sister...”
Both sisters were momentarily stunned.
Ning Yu was startled because the action had become second nature to her. Every time she fought alongside Shen Yiyue, she would help her wipe away the blood.
In that instant, she had subconsciously overlapped Shen Yiyue's image with Ning Xuan's, performing the intimate gesture without hesitation.
Ning Xuan was stunned because she seemed to see a glimpse of her childhood, recalling many past memories.
Unfortunately, she didn't realize Ning Yu's true thoughts.
Ning Yu, realizing her mistake, acted as if nothing had happened, folding her handkerchief and returning it to her space.
She reached out and caught Blood Kite as it flew back, her eyes turning crimson once more.
She nonchalantly stored Blood Kite and walked toward a building that resembled an inn, taking a few steps before saying:
“Let's go, we need to interrogate this guy. Bring him along.”
The man on the ground, still unconscious, was dragged over by Ning Yu.
Ning Xuan was still immersed in the previous action, finally snapped back to reality, and grabbed the man, following behind Ning Yu.
“Ah!”
The man woke up with a slap, only to find two beautiful silver-haired girls in front of him.
He felt a blur of consciousness and excruciating pain in his chest, though the wound had been crudely treated, leaving it a bloody, charred mess.
The room's temperature began to drop, but after a while, the man suddenly clutched his head and screamed in agony.
Clearly, he had tried to use his awakened ability but seemed to have suffered some kind of backlash.
“What did you do to him?”
Ning Yu looked at Ning Xuan in confusion. She had apparently inserted something into the man's body, likely tampering with his prosthetic modifications.
“I made a small adjustment to his awakening circuit.”
Ning Xuan winked playfully at her, explaining briefly.
After a while, the man stopped his howling, gasping for breath and too afraid to try using his abilities again.
“Ning... Ning Xuan, how could you...”
The man recognized Ning Xuan's lake-blue eyes, which were different from Ning Yu's, but his expression was one of disbelief.
He clearly remembered that Ning Xuan had also been tasked with finding Ning Yu, and had suffered heavy losses, even being stabbed by her beloved sister.
Why was she now standing by Ning Yu's side?
Only then did he finally piece together what had happened.
“As you can see.”
Ning Xuan smiled nonchalantly at him, a cold and ruthless smile unlike the gentle one she had shown Ning Yu.
She pointed her blade at the man's prosthetic modifications, threatening him in a way he could understand:
“Who else is coming after us? Surely it's not just someone like you?”
Ning Yu watched as Ning Xuan took over the interrogation, noting that she seemed quite proficient at it.
The man glanced at the area being threatened, recalling the searing pain that had just shot through his brain, and shivered.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke:
“We... we were just the advance team. There are more coming...”
Before he could continue, his head suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably, his eyes glowing with an eerie light.
“What did you do to him?”
Ning Yu asked Ning Xuan in confusion, but Ning Xuan quickly pulled Ning Yu back.
“Boom!”
A massive explosion rocked the small inn, reducing it to rubble.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
