The Psychic Girl

When she reached the sixth floor, a dark green book with gold-rimmed edges on the bookshelf caught her attention. She opened it and glanced over it. Many of the words in it were ancient characters from this world. Xia Xi really didn't understand it and had no choice but to close the book heavily. The dust squeezed out by the air rose up into a circle of white smoke.

This book is really thick, as heavy as two bricks.

She sighed as she put the book back on the shelf and waved away the dust in front of her.

At this moment, a thin page of dry paper fluttered down from the book and landed lightly on Xia Xi's palm.

"Zini! What is this?"

"It should be the remaining pages from a book when the library was being renovated. It seems to be an ancient book. The spiritual energy has faded and it cannot be repaired."

"Look, there are words on it. Tong, Ling, Shi, Zai, Ji."

Xia Xi blurted out these five words, which surprised Yan Zini.

"Xi'er, can you understand the words on this?"

Xia Xi nodded, and then she realized that the words on the dry paper were the same as those in the world she was in before.

“This is the writing from the era when psychics still existed, and it has disappeared a long, long time ago.

I have only seen records about psychics in some ancient books. They cannot practice or even pass on their abilities. What they have is an ability that comes from their origins - a natural qualification. Communicating with ghosts and gods, and speaking the same language as the sun and the moon, is a powerful and terrifying ability. "

"Eh... How could there be such a heaven-defying ability? What was the continent like at that time?"

Xia Xi's curiosity was immediately aroused.

“Originally, in the most ancient times of Lingwu Continent, there were only psychics and ordinary humans.

After all, those who possess psychic abilities are a minority, rare and insignificant. Moreover, the effectiveness of this ability varies depending on one's own qualifications. As time goes by, psychics on the Lingwu Continent are becoming increasingly scarce.

Just nearly a thousand years ago, all the psychics on Lingwu Continent suddenly disappeared overnight.

There is only one psychic left, Sai Ya. After her death, there will be no more psychics.

From then on, it was as if they had never existed.

After that, practitioners, alchemists, sorcerers, and wizards began to flourish, especially practitioners who cultivated spiritual energy, who began to become the most powerful force on the continent. "

Sai Ya?

Xia Xi felt like she seemed to have heard this name somewhere.

Just as she was about to continue asking questions, a weak and hurried voice came from outside the library.

"Master, I'm back!"

Yan Zini did not hear the sound, but he could smell the blood on him from a distance.

Outside the library, Qing Liu was staggering and half-kneeling in front of them, blood staining his clothes red, and he was barely able to avoid falling down by using the sword as support.

He said with a smile while breathing slightly.

"I was afraid that no one would protect you when I was not by your side, so... I was a little clever and did not use my spiritual energy to eliminate the sword energy. It seems that I was a bit too arrogant, please don't be angry."

Looking at Qing Liu's body covered in blood and scars, Xia Xi was so shocked that he was speechless.

He clearly looks like a child, so why are his eyes so much more determined and stubborn than those of ordinary people?

Yan Zini's eyes were red, and he anxiously went to him to check on his injuries.

"You are always like this, and you make me worry! Take this blood-replenishing pill now!"

Xia Xi, who was originally behind him, also reacted and immediately stepped forward to help the staggering Qing Liu up.

The boy's body was as thin as paper, and the blurry scabs on his body had grown together with his flesh and blood.

This is how loyal one has to be to someone to endure this pain.

The bad impression that he almost hurt me disappeared instantly.

Qing Liu, after all, is still a child...

"Have you gone to bed yet?"

Looking back at Yan Zini who was leaving Qing Liu's room, Xia Xi asked while fiddling with his sleeves anxiously.

His eyes were filled with self-blame for the boy's injury.

"If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have..."

Yan Zini looked up at her uneasy look.

The two tufts of long hair beside her ears fluttered gently in the breeze at sunset, which made me feel pity for her.

"It's not your fault. It was Qing Liu who tried to hurt you first. That's why he was wrong. Let's put one thing aside. It was my negligence that caused him to get hurt later. I knew he would be worried about my safety, but I still punished him to go to the back mountain to reflect on his actions.

Although Yanjiabao is relatively safe, there are often some powerful practitioners who have no sect or school and come to steal medicine.

He must have known that the Shengling Pill would be refined today, so he was in a hurry to come to my side..."

Yan Zini frowned. He didn't mean to punish Qing Liu, but when he came across Xia Xi's matter, his mind became unclear.

“Qing Liu, he is almost the same age as me, but I didn’t expect that he could consider so many things.

You and him must have been through a lot in the past to have such a deep friendship."

She climbed up onto the corridor railing and sat dangling in the air, swinging her feet with some emotion.

Yan Zini nodded slightly.

"Well, although Qing Liu is willful and has a more violent personality than ordinary people, we can't blame him.

When I was ten years old, my father took me to the Southern Kingdom to seek medical treatment. At that time, Qing Liu was locked in a pile of cages with wild beasts. He was only six years old at that time. Because he was too thin and small, he couldn't even be a slave, and was only worthy of being eaten by wild beasts.

If he wasn't strong, decisive, or even vicious enough, he probably wouldn't have lived to see me save him.

In fact, he is a very kind child by nature. You will know it after spending a long time with him. Once he decides on someone, he will give everything for them. "

Xia Xi looked at Zi Ni who was standing beside her. His beautiful face showed a little tiredness but he was still smiling at her.

Infected by this smile, Xia Xi also smiled at him.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

In the meeting hall of Yanjiabao.

Yan Xiu sat upright in the armchair, squinting at the setting sun outside the window that was emitting a dim light.

"Are you sure Xiliang wants to join forces with them?"

The kneeling man looked exhausted and had not even had time to take off his dark long-distance clothes.

"Yes, although Xiliang still has some reservations, it seems that some kind of agreement has been reached. The conditions offered by the three leaders are very tempting. In this case, Xiliang may no longer care about the life or death of the hostage. The fortress owner should inform the king that the discussion has been made long ago. Dongli has no allies and it is easy to fall into a passive position."

Yan Xiu understood it clearly, and his eyes turned slightly to the left, as if he was recalling something from the past.

"Without the three heads of the Ji royal family, we are no longer the five kings of our human race."

Twenty-five years ago, Sanshu was a country ruled by the Ji royal family. However, because the practitioners were dissatisfied with the system that non-practitioners enjoyed the same rights as practitioners in Sanshu, rebels emerged among the practitioners, and eventually they colluded with the Phantom Clan to destroy the country.