Genius in the whole system: The useless young lady dominates the world

Lu Lingxiyao's gaze swept lightly over the two magnificently dressed royal nobles, and she said loudly, "Su Sheng and the others have not returned yet. It seems that we have no choice but to send people out again to scout ahead."

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the two nobles' faces instantly became complex and unreadable. They secretly speculated that Su Sheng and his companions were probably in grave danger, and now it was their turn.

The kingdoms of Yaoguang and Kaiyang have quickly completed the selection of personnel, and their teams are ready to depart. However, the atmosphere in Lingyue Kingdom is particularly delicate.

Despite their noble status and exceptional cultivation among their peers, the two nobles appeared small and vulnerable in the face of Lu Lingxi Yao and Bei Chen Haoyu, two extraordinary young powerhouses.

According to their previously established rules, those with lower cultivation levels had to explore first. Although the two were extremely unwilling, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and join the exploration team with a mix of reluctance and helplessness. Each team consisted of two people.

As the order was given, teams from various countries stepped one by one into that dark door that seemed to swallow up all light.

Another hour passed, and the second group, like Su Sheng and the others, still hadn't sent any news.

Among the members of the Hopeless Kingdom lurking in the shadows, one member, with barely concealed worry, spoke softly, "Lord Netherworld, what exactly is the situation in the Lost City? Why have all those who went in disappeared without a trace? Could it be that something really happened to them?"

Youming Chang growled in dissatisfaction, "What's the rush! The Lost City is an ancient ruin, its dangers far beyond your imagination. All of you, just wait quietly and don't make a fuss!"

Youming Chang's gaze remained fixed on Lu Lingxi Yao, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

A complex mix of emotions and deep hatred churned within him—that girl was incredibly lucky. Three years ago, she had accidentally swallowed the Seven-Colored Holy Spirit Grass, causing him heavy losses and almost ruining everything.

He had to sacrifice most of his cultivation for the sake of the Hopeless Kingdom, hoping that the divine herb could help him recover, but things didn't go as planned.

"My lord once mentioned that the Lost City holds the ancient legacy of the Phoenix. Could it be... that girl also came for this legendary legacy?"

Youming Chang's thoughts raced, a shadow of gloom flashing in his eyes. "If she truly intends to do this, then she is my enemy. I absolutely cannot let her ruin my plans again!"

Hatred burned fiercely in his heart, like a wildfire spreading uncontrollably. He secretly vowed that no matter what Lu Lingxi's purpose was, as long as she dared to covet the Phoenix's inheritance, he would make her pay an irreparable price, or make her disappear completely from this ancient land.

Some time had passed since the second batch of people went in. Lu Lingxi slowly got up, walked to the dark door, and carefully observed it.

At the same time, she was using her divine sense to discuss this issue with Ling Shu, who offered a unique insight: given that the Lost City only opens once every nine to ten years, and the location of each visit is different, Ling Shu concluded that this exit is very likely also constantly changing.

Chu Ranran and Ye Junyi had quietly stood beside Lu Lingxi Yao at some point. A hint of anticipation flashed in Chu Ranran's eyes as she asked softly, her tone carrying a barely perceptible urgency.

"Miss Lu Ling, have you made any new discoveries?"

Lu Lingxi frowned slightly, then a faint smile appeared on her lips as she shook her head. "No."

A hint of doubt flashed in Ye Junyi's eyes, and he couldn't help but ask, "Really nothing at all?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Lingxi's smile froze instantly, and her tone became colder. "If you don't believe me, why don't you find out for yourself? Why bother asking me?"

After saying that, Lu Lingxi Yao was unwilling to get entangled with the two of them any longer and turned to leave, but Chu Ranran gently grabbed her wrist. Chu Ranran's eyes showed a hint of pleading as she explained, "Miss Lu Ling, please don't take it to heart. He was just worried about the safety of everyone inside."

Lu Lingxi gently freed herself from Chu Ranran's hand, her smile carrying a hint of barely perceptible sarcasm. "If you care so much, why don't you just go in? In the end, it's nothing but cowardice, or so-called concern that's nothing but pretense."

Upon hearing this, Chu Ranran silently lowered her head and remained silent.

Lu Lingxi waved gently to Bei Chen Haoyu, who was not far away, and then said to Chu Ranran and Ye Junyi, "Gentlemen, we'll take our leave first."

Before the words were even finished, Lu Lingxi and Bei Chenhao stepped through the deep door almost simultaneously and without hesitation, their figures instantly disappearing from everyone's sight.

Witnessing this scene, Chu Ranran and Ye Junyi exchanged a glance, quickly gathered their respective subordinates, and although they gritted their teeth inwardly, they followed without hesitation, stepping into that unknown darkness together.

Upon witnessing this scene, the people of the Land of Hope shouted excitedly, their voices tinged with barely concealed panic.

"Lord Youming, they... they've all gone inside..."

Youming Chang glanced at the man, and he immediately shut his mouth. Then, several figures emerged from the shadows, like ghosts in the night, quietly awaiting further instructions.

Youming Chang's gaze fell on the pitch-black gate, and he secretly calculated in his heart: They've all gone in; if there's any danger, they'll be there to take the fall with them.

"Let's go in too!"

Youming Chang casually waved to the people around him, signaling them to follow, then pointed at one of his subordinates, his tone carrying an unyielding authority, "You, go first!"

The subordinate whose name was called turned pale instantly, and his legs trembled involuntarily. He knew that being at the front meant facing greater danger, but compared to Youming Chang's suffocating pressure, that danger seemed bearable.

So he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes as if to bolster his courage, and then walked into the dark door.

Youming Chang's lips curled into a sly smile. After making sure everyone had entered the door, he deliberately paused for a moment before cautiously following behind.

"This is where?"

Lu Lingxi was filled with confusion and bewilderment. Her gaze swept across her surroundings. After a period of complete darkness, light gradually appeared, revealing a narrow and winding path leading to an unknown destination.

"Master, the situation is bad, please be careful!" Youming whispered.

However, before Lu Lingxi could think further, a strange black mist had silently wrapped around her body, like a ghost in the night, silent yet powerful.

Her limbs became stiff and immobile almost instantly. Not only her, but also Bei Chen Haoyu beside her, as well as Chu Ranran and Ye Junyi who followed her into the area, were in the same situation.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable pressure quietly descended, and Lu Lingxi Yao's consciousness began to be slowly eroded by an invisible force, becoming increasingly blurred.

She tried her best to stay awake and not let the darkness engulf her, but no matter how she struggled, that mysterious and unpredictable power surged in like a tide, dismantling her last resistance one by one.

Finally, in a powerful and chaotic black vortex, her consciousness completely succumbed, sinking into boundless darkness, as if swallowed by the deepest black hole in the universe, with no light left.

In this chaos and darkness, Lu Lingxi's consciousness was like a lonely little boat, drifting helplessly and confusedly in a raging ocean. And in her mind, an image lingered like a brand that she could not shake off.

It was a stormy night. Inside the ancient house of Feixue Palace, the flickering candlelight illuminated terrified and distorted faces, creating a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

Leng Aoshuang asked incredulously, her voice trembling, "Second Uncle, you... how did you get here? And you're holding a knife?"

Leng Zhiren (Leng Aoshuang's second uncle) had a distorted expression, and a resolute glint flashed in his eyes. "Aoshuang, there are some things you don't need to understand. Stand aside and don't get in my way."

Leng Qingxian (Leng Aoshuang's grandfather) struggled, his voice weak and filled with despair, "Second brother, are you really going to kill your own father for the position of heir to the Flying Snow Palace?"

Leng Zhiren sneered and approached Leng Qingxian, "Biological father? I have devoted so many years to the Flying Snow Palace, and in the end, you want to give the position of heir of the Flying Snow Palace to this little girl who has just turned eighteen? You have chilled my heart so much, why should I care about family ties? Rather than watching you hand it over, I would rather fight for it myself. You are old, it is time to step down and give way to a worthy successor."

Tears streamed down Leng Aoshuang's face, her voice choked with sobs, "No, Second Uncle, you can't do this! Grandpa... he's your father!"

Leng Qingxian shook his head with all his might, "Shuang'er, go quickly! Don't worry about me, go quickly..."

Leng Zhiren suddenly swung his knife, and Leng Qingxian's eyes were filled with disbelief. Blood splattered everywhere, and the light of life was extinguished in an instant.

Leng Aoshuang screamed, her heart breaking with unbearable pain, "Grandpa! No—"

Leng Zhiren's face appeared exceptionally cold and ruthless. His eyes were like a cold, still pool, undisturbed, as he coldly stared at the pool of blood on the ground and Leng Qingxian lying in it.

Then, his gaze slowly shifted to Leng Aoshuang, who was standing to the side, a cold smile playing on his lips, his tone full of threat.

"My dear niece, a wise person knows when to yield. Hand over the Kunlun Ring obediently, and I might spare your life out of consideration for our family ties. Otherwise, don't blame your second uncle for being ruthless!"

Leng Aoshuang's eyes burned with raging anger and unfathomable hatred. She gritted her teeth and said, "I will never give it to you! Even if I die, I will not let it fall into your hands!"

Before she finished speaking, she flashed out of the back door like an arrow, taking advantage of Leng Zhiren's momentary lapse in concentration, and ran wildly towards the back mountain.

Upon seeing this, Leng Zhiren's face darkened, and he immediately ordered a group of servants behind him to give chase. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he vowed to capture Leng Aoshuang and retrieve the Kunlun Ring.

Leng Aoshuang ran with all her might, but no matter how hard she tried, the group of servants kept chasing her and she couldn't shake them off.

Finally, she was forced to the edge of the cliff behind the mountain, with a bottomless abyss below her feet. The cold wind howled, carrying an indescribable fear and despair.

Leng Zhiren's voice rang in her ears, carrying an unfathomable, complex emotion and a hint of coldness, "Girl, you have no way out now. You'd better hand over the Kunlun Ring quickly..."

Looking at her second uncle who had driven her to her death, Lu Lingxi closed her eyes, tears silently streaming down her face. Then she leaped off the cliff, the wind howling in her ears with endless lamentations, while deep within her heart roared with resentment.

"Why? Why did it turn out like this?"

Lu Lingxi felt as if she were being tightly gripped by an invisible force. She felt the emotions of sorrow, resentment, despair, and anger. These were not only Leng Aoshuang's experiences before her death, but also an indelible mark on her soul.

As darkness fell, the resentful voice echoed in Lu Lingxi's mind, refusing to dissipate for a long time. When she woke up again, that memory played out once more: witnessing her grandfather's death and then jumping off a cliff in despair. This painful memory kept replaying itself, repeating itself countless times.

The sadness, pain, resentment, and anger piled up again and again, like a black hole in the universe, almost swallowing up Lu Lingxi Yao's remaining consciousness.

"Calm down, I must calm down!"

Lu Lingxi screamed hysterically deep inside. She knew that if she let this emotion completely consume her, she would never be able to escape this gloom.

She began to try to find a way out of the vortex of memories, using the light of reason to dispel the gloom. Each replay of the memories made her more determined to tell herself that she could not let the pain of the past define the future. She had to break free from this endless cycle, for the sake of those who loved her, and for her own sake.

Thus, in this endless darkness and pain, Lu Lingxi Yao gradually found her own light, a yearning for life, courage for the unknown, and a release from the past.

She began to learn to transform those complex emotions into strength, making them a driving force to move forward, rather than a shackle that binds her.

When Lu Lingxi woke up again, the scene before her was no longer that stormy night, but a sunny afternoon...

Inside the Lu Ling Manor, in Yun Yao Garden, where Lu Ling Xi Yao resides, a five-year-old girl sits alone on the stone steps, her eyes filled with a sense of loneliness and resentment.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a slightly weathered appearance and a kind face slowly walked into the courtyard, holding a seemingly ordinary wooden sword that exuded an ancient charm. The man was Lu Lingxi Yao's grandfather, Lu Lingyun Tian, ​​who always appeared when she needed comfort the most.

Lu Lingyun said, "Yaoyao, are you thinking about those gossips again?"

Lu Lingxi looked up, her eyes slightly red. "Grandpa, am I... am I really useless? Everyone says so. I can't even do the most basic spiritual energy sensing in cultivation."

Lu Lingyun gently sat down beside Lu Lingxi Yao and tenderly patted her head. "Silly child, everything in this world has its own beauty and its own difficulties. Spiritual roots and martial bones are just a touchstone on the path of cultivation. Just because you can't cultivate in the conventional way doesn't mean your path is shorter or narrower than others."

Lu Lingxi looked puzzled. "But Grandpa, without power, how can I protect myself and my family, and how can I prove my worth?"

Lu Lingyun smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with wisdom. "Power doesn't just come from spiritual roots and martial arts. More importantly, it comes from the heart, your will, your wisdom, and your attitude towards life. Look at this wooden sword,"

Lu Lingyun raised the wooden sword in his hand. "Although it has no edge, if you have a sword in your heart, everything can be a sword. Remember, a true strongman is one who is never afraid of the opinions of others, but fights only for the beliefs in his heart."

Upon hearing this, Lu Lingxi's eyes gradually lit up. "Grandpa, I understand. I want to forge my own path!"

Lu Lingyun nodded in satisfaction. "Yes, this is how my granddaughter should be. Remember, no matter how bumpy the road ahead may be, Grandpa will always be your strongest support."

Yes, Leng Aoshuang is a thing of the past. Let bygones be bygones. She is now Lu Lingxiyao, living not only for herself but also for others. No one can interfere with or stop her.

Another wave of dizziness washed over her, and the black mist surrounding her gradually dissipated. She slowly opened her heavy eyelids, and everything before her gradually became clear. She found herself still standing on that familiar path. Although the scenery around her had not changed, the atmosphere was completely different.

The invisible pressure had disappeared, and she regained sensation in her body. She took a deep breath, and an indescribable sense of gratitude and relief welled up in her heart.

She knew that no matter what she had just experienced, at least for this moment, she had found herself again.