"If that's true, then it's truly a great opportunity for the young lady and the young master to be traveling with such a person," the butler sighed.
"That's right." The Ling family's patriarch nodded slightly, a meaningful smile on his face. "Let them explore on their own."
Disputes on the virtual battlefield
After the training, Ling Ruoxi and Ling Ruochen went online to the spiritual battlefield, ready to fight a team battle.
As soon as they entered the matchmaking interface, Ling Ruochen protested with a look of dissatisfaction: "Sister, can you please stop always stealing the damage position? I just trained my Foundation Establishment Mecha and finally learned a few new moves, but in every team battle, you grab all the kills."
Ling Ruoxi leisurely adjusted her flying sword mecha, and said without looking up: "Brother, grabbing output is also a part of strength. If you can't even grab kills than me, it means you are not strong enough."
"You can't let me be a support every time, right?!" Ling Ruochen almost collapsed.
"What's wrong with being a support?" Ling Ruoxi taught seriously, "Every role in the team is important. You have to learn to accept your position."
Ling Ruochen: "...I refuse to accept it!"
However, reality soon gave him a heavy slap in the face.
After the battle began, Ling Ruoxi's flying sword mecha followed him like a shadow, its sword light sharp and fierce. Every time she locked onto an enemy, Ling Ruochen couldn't even touch it, and it was already reduced to a pile of scrap metal. Even if he tried his best to grab a kill, he would always be hit by Ling Ruoxi's precise finishing blow at the last moment, which made him so angry that he almost flipped the keyboard.
"Sister! Can you let me get a kill?" Ling Ruochen wailed in the team channel.
Ling Ruoxi dodged her opponent's attack and replied casually, "No."
Ling Ruochen: "..." He suddenly felt like quitting the game.
At the end of the game, Ling Ruoxi was firmly seated as the MVP with exaggerated statistics, while Ling Ruochen's statistics were a miserable "0/5/12".
After the game, Ling Ruoxi patted her brother on the shoulder and smiled brightly: "Brother, learn from this. This is the art of operation."
Ling Ruochen looked at his own battle record and wailed in his heart: "What the hell is this operation? This is clearly a realm crush!" But he didn't dare to say it out loud, so he could only swallow his anger silently.
Ling Ruoxi's plan
After a day of training and fighting, Ling Ruoxi returned to her study, opened the virtual communication list, and her eyes fell on a familiar name - Zero.
"Boss Zero..." she muttered softly, her fingers sliding lightly across the communication options, as if hesitating whether to initiate the call.
She'd been pondering a question lately—who exactly was Zero? What sect did he belong to? Someone capable of causing such a stir in the Spirit Realm battlefield couldn't possibly be unknown, but no matter how hard she searched, she couldn't find any real information about Zero.
"Strange..." Ling Ruoxi frowned slightly, "Given the boss's strength, he shouldn't be an unknown person."
She glanced at the communication interface again, but ultimately didn't press the connect button. Instead, she sighed softly, "Forget it, I'd better not bother the boss. I'll ask again during the next team battle."
Elsewhere, Ling Ruochen was hiding in his room, furtively browsing the Spirit Realm Battleground's store page. He frowned, his gaze sweeping over the various auxiliary equipment, muttering, "How about... buying a reinforced defensive force field? That way, it'll at least block my three sword strikes..."
After thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth and bought an "Advanced Psionic Shield" and swore to himself: "Sister, just wait, one day, I will defeat you!"
As for when this day will come...that's another story.
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