Chapter 93

Chapter Thirteen: Foundation Stone

Although she didn’t know why, Bai Ling felt her stamina surging back endlessly, as if she could go all day without tiring.

Bai Ling glanced at the little water jellyfish floating in the air and looked contemplative.

She remembered some things Yuan Xiaoling had told her before, like “half an hour of numbness,” “can you even do it?” or “just here…” and such.

Frankly speaking, until today, Bai Ling thought those were just instinctive boasts from that little brat, Xiaoling’s catchphrases. But today, feeling the power given by the little water jellyfish, Bai Ling fell silent.

Could it be that Xiaoling really thought this way? Did she feel that someone with the surname Bai wasn’t enough, so she specifically gave her a recovery item?

There was no other reason, Bai Ling couldn’t figure it out.

“I understand.”

Upon careful reflection, it made sense. Xiaoling always ended up babbling nonsense, but there was that saying—e-sports have no eternal victories, only ceaseless self-improvement.

Look how self-reliant Xiaoling was, developing countless ultimate techniques and secret skills. When the thirteen tidal forms came out, the world was amazed.

Compared to before, Bai Ling felt she had been stuck in her ways, not having added a single new move for so long.

Thus, she—

“Hmm~?”

Yuan Xiaoling had been lying there with her eyes closed, but suddenly sensed something amiss. Bai Ling’s massage technique had improved since before, making it especially comfortable.

But what felt off was that Bai Ling’s hands were massaging her thighs, yet there was another pair on Dabeitu.

However, when she opened her eyes, Xiaoling saw nothing.

“Telekinesis?” Yuan Xiaoling seemed to understand.

It wasn’t unused before, but this time felt completely different from last…

Bai Ling hummed softly and said slowly, “I’ve used telekinesis to create a humanoid presence.”

The movement of human limbs and joints, along with tactile sensations, required very precise control. It wasn’t like combat where one could use telekinesis violently; instead, it needed gradual adjustments, carefully controlling every bit of force and rhythm.

When her technique reached perfection, it would feel like several people working together…

“I call this move…”

“The Multiple Shadow Clone Technique?” Yuan Xiaoling asked.

“Army of Chaos!” Bai Ling said.

She had heard this skill name in some game long ago and found it quite impressive.

Yuan Xiaoling rolled her little mouth: “Might as well call it ‘Manhattan Mode.'”

In the movie, Doctor Manhattan used this move against his girlfriend.

But who cares, Xiaoling isn’t some weak decoration girl from the movies. She glanced up at the pupapupa-ing little water jellyfish above her head, and the blonde busty girl was full of confidence.

“Creative, keep going,” Yuan Xiaoling mumbled, “go ahead, work hard.”

She thought Bai Ling knew nothing about the situation. With the water sprite hovering above her head, Xiaoling’s stamina was infinite.

But Bai Ling was consuming energy every moment! Using telekinesis was too good; now she was not only exhausting her physical strength but also depleting her spiritual power continuously.

“I’ll rest for a while,” Yuan Xiaoling propped her small hand under her head, closed her eyes arrogantly, and said, “take your time, no rush.”

She couldn’t wait for Bai Ling to run out of stamina and then rise to mock her!

Above, Bai Ling was a bit confused by what she said, thinking Xiaoling might think one humanoid presence wasn’t enough.

Not enough? Then let’s make another one. It wasn’t a difficult skill, just requiring some precision.

After about ten minutes of slow massage, Yuan Xiaoling felt more hands on her body.

Perhaps this was what they meant by needing fewer people at meals but more hands for work—it was virtuous.

“How does it feel?” Bai Ling still had the leisure to ask, “too much or too little?”

Including herself, there were now three pairs of hands. One pair for the legs, one for the waist, and another for Dabeitu.

The ones on the legs occasionally moved north, the ones on the waist sometimes went south, creating a double cheese sandwich effect.

But Xiaoling, who had experienced countless battles, wouldn’t fall for such small tricks.

“Do whatever you want, anyway, it can never be too much,” the blonde busty girl said.

Take as much as she gives, eat however much Xiaoling offers.

Goddesses in the celestial palace never complain about too many enemies; if there are too many, they just use the tide to wash them away.

“Since you say so,” Bai Ling said calmly, “I’ll try harder.”

“Hmph, do as you please.”

Yuan Xiaoling calculated clearly. She herself consumed only one portion of stamina, whereas Bai Ling was simultaneously consuming both physical and spiritual power. Given the already unequal battle losses, she had the regenerative spring, which was inexhaustible.

So, the more hands Bai Ling added, the sooner the time came for Xiaoling to mock her!

“You’re too slow, after all this time, just adding one more pair,” Yuan Xiaoling tilted her little face, “is this fifth-tier? That’s all?”

Bai Ling didn’t get angry because she thought Yuan Xiaoling might actually believe that, considering she had come up with something to restore her stamina.

So she just kept developing, trying to increase the number of her “Army of Chaos.”

After all, there were still plenty of empty spots on Xiaoling’s body, weren’t there?

Another two hours passed, and the Army of Chaos had grown by three.

“You… um…” Yuan Xiaoling turned over, her expression complicated, “aren’t you tired?”

Bai Ling looked puzzled, “Why would I be tired?”

You sent me a water jellyfish that constantly restores my stamina and spiritual power; how could I possibly be tired?

She thought for a moment and countered, “Are you tired?”

If you’re tired, we’ll stop. This isn’t revenge, just touching base is enough.

Today, Bai Ling only wanted to experiment with ways to recover memories… Of course, Xiaoling lying down did bring some credibility.

But this considerate comment made Yuan Xiaoling unable to accept it.

“I’m tired? How could I be tired, joking,” Yuan Xiaoling clenched her little tiger teeth and sat up, “double the number, and if I say I’m tired, I lose!”

Joking, how could she, the Water Dragon LORD, with such high passive regeneration and live water restoration from the water jellyfish, possibly be tired?

Absolutely impossible to fall before Bai Ling!

“Alright,” Bai Ling said lightly, “if that’s your wish.”

A forum post she read before said that during interactions between two people, sometimes the girlfriend would make strange requests, but don’t question whether they’re strange. If you can achieve them, try your best to satisfy her.

No questions, just do it.

Springhai City’s summer differs from Tianhai City’s in many ways, but one thing is the same—they both have lots of rain.

Tianhai City’s rain comes from the sea breeze, once it starts, it pours heavily, fresh and invigorating, tasting a bit like seawater.

Springhai City’s rain is entirely different—it emphasizes softness and duration, not too heavy but lasting for a long time, gently nourishing the land.

…and the bed sheets.

Yuan Xiaoling was indeed clever, everything planned perfectly. With the Water Dragon LORD’s passive ability and the water jellyfish providing live water restoration, she was unbeatable in a war of attrition—White Ling was no match.

Her plan was flawless except for one minor detail—when White Ling was on her, naturally, she would also be within the range of “Water Essence Vitality.”

This wave could only be called poor positioning.

“Uh uh… waa.”

She fainted.

The little water jellyfish popped and dissipated into the air. It had completed its mission, and even exceeded expectations. As a fourth-tier water skill, its effects were truly potent.

White Ling flipped off the bed, sat on a chair to rest, looked out the window, and saw that it had already gotten dark.

Even at this point, she still couldn’t understand why Xiaoling had such a request.

Too strange.

At this moment, the people of the Yuan family were feeling even more complex emotions.

Yuan Xiaoling coming home wasn’t a big deal. However, some actions from the old man today made Uncle Yuan decide to host a late dinner to welcome Xiaoling and her companions.

This time, Yuan Weicheng finally didn’t have to sit with the kids’ table and even got an important seat. He was thrilled, taking out his mobile phone and snapping many pictures to send to his wife Qu Wan.

This was the confidence Xiaoling brought him.

But after taking the photos, everyone arrived, the dishes were served, yet dinner didn’t start.

The whole family looked upward, and Uncle Yuan sat silently. Since he didn’t speak, others dared not start eating either.

Usually, Yuan Ye or Yuan Tong would ask by now, but they had committed errors today and didn’t dare to step forward, so they continued to starve.

Until a white-haired maiden walked in.

“Little Bai,” Yuan Weicheng greeted her quickly, “where’s Xiaoling? Everyone’s waiting for you two to eat.”

White Ling hesitated slightly, shaking her head, “No need to wait. She’s asleep. I’ll pack some food for her… Didn’t expect you guys haven’t eaten yet.”

Do the Yuans eat dinner this late?

“That Bai, Bai sister,” Yuan Tong whispered, “where’s Cousin Xiaoling?”

“She’s resting, asleep, should sleep a bit longer,” White Ling picked up a lunch box and replied casually.

Speaking of which, what was this title ‘Cousin’? If it wasn’t for the preceding “Xiaoling,” she wouldn’t have known who they were talking about.

As for the boy speaking, he was probably Xiaoling’s cousin, slightly odd because he appeared older than her.

White Ling thought perhaps it was a Yuan family tradition for everyone to have a little… personality.

“Resting? Sleep longer? Oh, I see,” Yuan Tong revealed an enlightened expression and then gave a thumbs-up, “Sister Bai, you’re awesome.”

“…”

Indeed, strange.

“Cough cough,” Uncle Yuan cleared his throat, “this dinner was originally to welcome Niece Xiaoling. Since she’s resting, let’s start eating. Little Bai Ling, pick some dishes she likes.”

“Okay.”

That’s what she said, but when Bai Ling approached, she couldn’t find any chicken legs that Xiaoling liked.

Never mind, let’s give her some nourishing stuff.

Thus, under the watchful eyes of the Yuan family, Bai Ling took out three large lunch boxes, filling them with Goji Berry Black Chicken Soup, Ginseng Red Date Mother Chicken Soup, and Angelica Softshell Turtle Soup.

At this point, Uncle Yuan seemed to understand why his young niece hadn’t come for dinner.

…

A violent tremor of consciousness broke through the barrier of memory, flooding certain sealed-off recollections into her dreams.

An arrogant-looking cute blonde busty girl found the dispirited white-haired woman.

“Hey, isn’t that Bai Ling? Haven’t seen you in days, and you’ve become so useless you almost couldn’t beat ghosts.”

“Can’t even handle minnows, right? So aren’t you a minnow too?”

“Min~now~, Min~now~”

“Oh, you’re injured, huh? Fighting while hurt, doing your best, not losing your pearl is already pretty good.”

“Cry cry.”

After saying these words, the blonde busty girl turned around and fled, leaving the white-haired woman no chance to grab her. Running through the alleys, the cute blonde’s face turned red.

Mocking and running away, too exciting.

Just as she got too engrossed in fleeing, she didn’t realize where she’d ended up, and nearby, there were some sinister voices conversing—

“The appearance of ghost monsters indicates the completion of spirit concentration. Our guess was correct, it’s indeed the Inner Stone of the Mind.”

“It’s just unclear which fragment it is.”

“Don’t mention it, it’s been so long, and we haven’t even seen a shadow of the stone.”

Huh, how did she randomly end up at someone else’s secret plotting place? The blonde busty girl grew nervous.

“Maybe a missing link… Wait, who’s there?”

Caught!

“What should we do? She heard something she shouldn’t.”

Seeing the murderous looks on the faces of the gray-clad people in front of her, the intelligent blonde busty girl quickly thought on her feet and crossed her arms assertively:

“What shouldn’t be heard? You don’t think only you few know, do you? What about the foundation stone and fragments? Our Yuan family has known for ages, we just didn’t bother to interfere. Don’t forget who my grandpa is!”

It was clear she didn’t actually know anything about the foundation stone or fragments, but her demeanor was strong enough to intimidate the group.

Half a minute later, the other side dropped a threat: “Young miss Yuan, hope you mean what you say and won’t meddle unnecessarily, otherwise…”

Then they ran off.

The memory dream froze at this moment, and Yuan Xiaoling’s consciousness woke up. Without opening her eyes, she smelled several fragrant scents.

“You’re awake,” Bai Ling’s voice came from her ear, “I brought you some dinner.”

Yuan Xiaoling opened her eyes and saw the white-haired maiden sitting by the bed. On the table were three thermal lunch boxes, each emitting a misty aroma.

“I remember, Bai Ling, I remember!” Yuan Xiaoling excitedly said, “Those monster-like things are related to the foundation stone!”

“You remember? That’s great,” Bai Ling was also happy, “it seems the method to recover memories really works through action.”

Yuan Xiaoling’s smile froze on her face. At this moment, she finally understood why the joys and sorrows of different people don’t resonate.

Not like this, risking life (referring to accidental experiences from a previous life) to help gather intelligence for her, and she’s only thinking about how to legitimize multiple sessions with her?

“Hmm… you mean the foundation stone.”

Bai Ling also realized her focus was wrong, adding a sentence and lowering her head in deep thought. Just now, she hadn’t noticed that in that instant, subconsciously, she valued “recovering the memories of their past” more than “the secrets of the sixth tier.”

“The foundation stone, isn’t it a major classification of abilities?”

“It’s a major classification, but have you ever considered how it came about?”

Yuan Xiaoling’s sharp little brain started working: “Perhaps the foundation stone isn’t just a classification name but also a specific entity.”

Like the cornerstone of the Houston Rockets, it can be a term, or it can refer to a person.

“A specific entity,” Bai Ling pondered, “you mean…”

“We don’t need to speculate, neither do you. We can directly ask someone,” Yuan Xiaoling slapped the bedsheet with a pia sound, “Grandpa knows!”

Oh dear? Why did slapping the bedsheet cause water splashes?