Obtaining a new artifact and having your strength increase should have been something to be happy about.
But why did combining these two things turn into this?
What kind of fate is this?
Ling Xiaoyou felt perplexed.
Why did she shoot so many arrows, yet not a single one hit the bullseye?
Forget the bullseye—even the arrows that landed on the target were nonexistent; every single one missed.
There’s no way I’m that bad, right?!
Impossible!
Ling Xiaoyou refused to accept it.
She drew the bowstring, channeling her spiritual power into the bow she had named ‘Huànlíng Yúnshuǐ Bow.’
In an instant, her spiritual power circulated through the bow, finally forming a slightly ethereal arrow imbued with the aura of water.
Ling Xiaoyou narrowed her crimson eyes, carefully examining the target in front of her.
After confirming for the third time that she was aiming correctly, she suddenly released the bowstring.
“Whoosh!”
Even though the bow and arrow made no sound when fired, Ling Xiaoyou added the sound effect herself.
The arrow traced a straight path, leaving behind a trail of dazzling pale blue light as it sped toward the target—
And then…
It pierced straight through the wall behind the target, dissolving into a splash of azure light!
Ling Xiaoyou: “……”
No way, it missed again?!
She had checked so many times before firing, so how could it still not hit?
Even a discerning eye would call this ‘a good horse!’
If this were a game, Ling Xiaoyou could at least blame lag, sweaty palms, or a mouse malfunction.
But this was reality.
If she missed again, it really meant she was terrible.
Ling Xiaoyou fell silent for a moment.
Her clever little mind quickly came up with a reasonable excuse for herself.
“It must be Bai Shuanglian’s fault! All those perverted things she did to me before made my hands shake—my aim was off… my bow!”
“Yes, that’s it!”
Ling Xiaoyou nodded seriously, waving her little fists as if venting her frustration at Bai Shuanglian, who bore all the blame in her imagination.
“Forget it, I’m not practicing anymore!”
With a casual toss, Ling Xiaoyou threw away the ‘Huànlíng Yúnshuǐ Bow.’
The ornate, beautifully crafted longbow, engraved with intricate patterns, traced an arc through the air before turning into pale blue light and disappearing—returning to Ling Xiaoyou’s Space Ring.
She also pulled out her phone from the Space Ring.
Glancing at the time, Ling Xiaoyou muttered:
“Mm, it’s getting late. Time for work.”
Working was something she had insisted on herself.
Hong Lingyan had wanted her to focus on training and not worry about working for now.
But Ling Xiaoyou thought that if she didn’t work and interact with humans, it would be hard to gain Happiness Points.
After all, Happiness Points provided by the living were more plentiful, while Spirits in the Underworld typically offered only a minuscule amount—so little it was practically negligible!
It wasn’t just a small amount.
It was pitifully little!
With so few Happiness Points, it was impossible for her to grow stronger.
How could she upgrade her skills or attributes?
How could she defeat Bai Shuanglian?!
So, even if she wanted to slack off, Ling Xiaoyou still had to go to work.
Back in her Rest Chamber, Ling Xiaoyou changed into her pure white Small Ghost Dress for work.
Then, scrolling through her phone, she quietly waited for the Summoner’s call.
“The Xuantian Martial Tournament is about to begin—let’s hear what the president of the Exorcists Association in the Imperial Capital has to say… Your daddy once said, in the human world, you’re just a little loli… Block the bridge and remember to bring the family photo…”
After watching over a dozen videos, Ling Xiaoyou felt a sudden tug—she immediately realized a Summoner had arrived.
Ladies, it’s time for business!
For some reason, such words suddenly popped into Ling Xiaoyou’s mind.
She shook her little head, trying to banish the strange thoughts.
Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to follow the pull of the Summoning Ritual and descend to the human world.
“Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, you are my past life, I am your present life. If you wish to continue our bond, please draw a circle on the paper.”
The moment she arrived in the human world, Ling Xiaoyou heard the words used to summon her.
She was already so familiar with these lines that she instinctively ignored them.
But this time, the voice reciting the summoning words seemed familiar—she felt like she had heard it somewhere before.
Before Ling Xiaoyou could ponder where she had heard this familiar voice, she suddenly felt herself being embraced by a soft body.
“We meet again, Xiaoyou.”
“Eh?”
A refreshing fragrance drifted to her nose.
Ling Xiaoyou blinked in surprise and lifted her head, meeting Bai Shuanglian’s dark, smiling eyes.
“Ba… Bai Shuanglian?! Why are you here?!”
Ling Xiaoyou was utterly shocked.
Her mind went blank for a moment—she couldn’t understand how Bai Shuanglian could possibly be here.
Could it be that she sensed someone performing the Summoning of Bixian and came directly to intercept her?!
Unbelievable.
Bai Shuanglian, to think you could be this… devious!
Ling Xiaoyou’s mind was in chaos.
Then, she saw Bai Shuanglian’s face getting closer and closer.
Coming back to her senses, a flood of shameful memories surged up, causing her face to flush bright red.
But Ling Xiaoyou wasn’t about to just stand there.
She tried to struggle free, but couldn’t break out of Bai Shuanglian’s embrace.
Still, her efforts caused Bai Shuanglian to pause her approach.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like being hugged by me?”
She tilted her head cutely, looking at Ling Xiaoyou with innocent confusion.
No, Bai Shuanglian isn’t cute at all! She’s a big pervert!
Ling Xiaoyou wanted to pummel the thought of Bai Shuanglian being cute right out of her head, but since she couldn’t, she gave up.
With a small huff, she said, “Who would like being hugged by you, you big pervert!”
As she spoke, Ling Xiaoyou struggled again.
Seeing this, Bai Shuanglian didn’t resist further—she simply hugged Ling Xiaoyou one last time, absorbed some ‘Xiaoyou energy,’ and then let go, allowing Ling Xiaoyou to escape her embrace.
Not expecting Bai Shuanglian to release her so easily, Ling Xiaoyou was surprised for a moment.
But she didn’t dwell on it.
With her speed stat at 21, she instantly put a good distance between herself and Bai Shuanglian.
Feeling safer at what she considered a secure distance, Ling Xiaoyou finally relaxed and surveyed her surroundings.
It was a minimalist apartment—white walls and tiles gave off a cold feeling, strangely reminiscent of Bai Shuanglian herself.
“Why are you here? Where’s my Summoner?”
Ling Xiaoyou glanced around but saw no sign of her Summoner.
She looked at Bai Shuanglian warily.
Could this person have hidden her Summoner away?
“Your Summoner…”
Bai Shuanglian looked at Ling Xiaoyou, blinking innocently.
“That’s me~”