Jia Xitong was unaware that her tenth senior brother had already fabricated a powerful and mysterious background for her.

He came, and then he left.

The snow rabbit gently leaned against the raccoon, the black and white creating a striking scene.

"Go back to the stable yourself if you get rich, don't make me chase you away."

Jia Xitong's icy voice shattered the warm atmosphere, "If you take a dump next to me, I'll turn you into a delicious meal on my dinner table."

After all, without Shang Yanting's help to bathe, the hair on her body was extremely difficult to manage, so she could only make do with getting rich.

Snow Rabbit's tender feelings vanished instantly, and she sadly went back on her own.

Of course, Jia Xitong will continue practicing the lightning-summoning talisman!

In a world where strength reigns supreme, although she currently lacks a physical form, her desire to become stronger has never ceased.

Fortunately, the place is remote, otherwise the thunder would have attracted a lot of people.

On her fourth attempt, accompanied by a thunderous roar, the calligraphy brush she had made in her hand, modeled after a raccoon's body, shattered.

Oh wow.

Jia Xitong collected the broken brush, and then, unwilling to give up, took out her Golden Saint Brush again.

Holding the golden pen, which was the same length as her, she felt for the nth time the limitations of the raccoon's body.

The talisman that he had just drawn so easily became clumsy and awkward.

Either the talisman is not continuous, or the spiritual energy is interrupted in the middle.

One wrong step and everything is ruined.

But this also stirred up Jia Xitong's competitive spirit.

Countless attempts, as if trying to squeeze out the last bit of her spiritual power.

On the cliff

A more prominent and heavier rune appeared in the air, and Jia Xitong finished the last stroke in one go.

It actually works!

Before Jia Xitong could even feel happy, she suddenly noticed that the surrounding clouds were gathering towards the mountain peaks. They were a dark, heavy mass, and getting lower and lower.

The uneasy bellowing of cattle and horses came from the stable; something terrifying was brewing.

That's a bit of an exaggeration.

Jia Xitong took two steps back, then quickly darted into the room and crawled under the bed at the fastest speed she had ever done.

The next second, a huge bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting the hut with tremendous force.

The thunderous sound spread in all directions, startling the entire Qing Shuang Peak.

With a deafening roar, the roof was ripped off, and flames erupted all around. Thick black smoke and fire revealed what had happened.

Jia Xitong was trapped in the fire.

The cattle and horses outside began to bellow, along with various hurried footsteps and cries.

"Fire!"

"Water! Quickly, get some water!"

"Tenth Junior Brother, where is the fine bucket I asked you to look after?"

...

Jia Xitong suddenly remembered that the Ice Silkworm Silk was impervious to water and fire. She dodged the falling wood flames and, holding onto an unburnt branch of Langmu wood, escaped from the raging fire.

"The thin bucket is right here!"

Her fellow students, who were searching for her, carried her away, driving cattle, horses, and rabbits towards an open area.

Others transported water from a great distance to fight the fire.

The fire lasted for fifteen minutes, but the house was almost completely burned down.

The neighboring stables were quite far away, but they still caught fire due to the aftershocks of the lightning; the roof was gone, and a large wall was blackened.

What could be so serious that the system ran into trouble while the male protagonist was away from home?

It's likely that the male protagonist left for two days, and then his system burned down his house.

Jia Xitong, clutching the Langmu branch, sat bewildered, her fur all ruffled and dusty, between the big ox, the little horse, and Facai.

"Is the thin bucket injured?"

The second senior brother noticed that Jia Xitong was not moving and checked her over with some concern.

You're not injured.

"They were probably frightened."

The eldest brother said with some self-reproach, "I shouldn't have left it here all alone. Who could have imagined such a bolt from the blue?"

Everyone felt sorry for the raccoon and never considered the possibility that it might be the cause of the fire.

Yamashita

The people from Wanbaoge who remained at the Holy Capital Academy rushed down to report that Qing Shuang Peak was on fire, which happened to be Yan Qing's residence.

"when?"

Shang Yanting suddenly stood up.

"This morning, everyone was rushing there."

The messenger hurriedly reported.

Shang Yanting: "Are the magical beasts inside alright?"

"This, this..."

The person who came to report the fire rushed down to inform others the moment it started, and had no idea what happened next.

"With the senior students from the academy there, Xitong should be fine."

Seeing that Shang Yanting's expression was getting worse, Liang Ting quickly comforted him and immediately sent people to prepare for their return to the academy.

After giving his instructions, he turned to Shang Yanting beside him and said, "Young Master Yan..."

What about Young Master Yan? There's no one next to him anymore.

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Faster!

Shang Yanting's spiritual energy circulated rapidly, and he even risked being discovered by using his magic.

The moment he heard the fire, the thought that the silly little raccoon might be swallowed by the flames made him panic.

There's no need for so much affectation.

There aren't that many strange and complicated relationships.

He only had one thought at the time: as long as it's there!

The blurry figure sped through the mountains and forests, its black silhouette flashing by.

arrive!

The charred tiger skin and only a small part of the raincoat remained, pressed down on the blackened wood. The place, which was full of system details, was now just a ruin.

He couldn't see any of this, but his nose was filled with the acrid smell of burning objects.

"Junior Brother Yan Qing?!"

The senior students who were cleaning up the mess were stunned.

How did he get back?

Where did he come from?

He suddenly stood there, and even the eleventh senior brother, who was the strongest, did not sense his presence.

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