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

Lu Lingxi looked at Huan Yue and Feng Qingxue, who were still unconscious, her eyes filled with worry, "Youming, the two of them..."

"give it to me!"

With a flash, the Netherworld Demon appeared beside the person and the beast. With a gentle wave of his right hand, a dazzling golden light overflowed from his palm, gently enveloping Huan Yue and Feng Qingxue. Within the golden light, their breathing gradually stabilized, and soon they slowly awoke, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Seeing this, Lu Lingxi Yao quickly stepped forward and briefly explained what had happened to the two of them. After they understood, they left the place of trouble together.

As night fell, the last rays of sunlight were swallowed by darkness. The group found a flat and relatively secluded spot and decided to spend the long night there.

The campfire blazed brightly under Lu Lingxi Yao's skillful hands, illuminating the surroundings and dispelling the chill of the night.

Youming lay lazily on Huanyue's back, his breathing gradually becoming steady, as if he had fallen asleep. Huanying sat quietly on the other side of Huanyue, leaning against the tree trunk, closing his eyes to rest. Feng Qingxue leaned against a large tree, her eyes unfocused, her face full of worry.

Lu Lingxi took out a bottle of ointment from her spatial storage, preparing to treat the wounds on her body.

However, at that moment, a slender and nimble hand suddenly snatched the ointment from her hand, and then a gentle voice, as soft as a spring breeze, rang in her ears.

"Don't move, let me help you."

Lu Lingxi looked up and saw Lu Xinglan's handsome face so close to hers. His eyes were focused and gentle, as if they could see into the softest part of people's hearts.

He was carefully applying ointment to her wounds, not missing a single one, and the heartache in his eyes was hard to hide.

Lu Lingxi was touched by this sudden tenderness. She stared at him, a warm feeling welling up inside her.

This feeling was similar to the sense of security and reliance that Nalan Rongzhi had once given her, yet it seemed somewhat different.

She found herself developing strange feelings for the boy in front of her without even realizing it.

She was startled when she realized her cheeks were burning with embarrassment.

Lu Xinglan's purple eyes caught the blush on her face, and he asked with concern, "Why is your face so red? Are you sick?"

Lu Lingxi Yao quickly waved her hand, laughing awkwardly, her words tinged with panic.

"Uh...it's nothing! It's probably just that the campfire is too strong, making my cheeks hot!"

Just then, a cold wind swept by, carrying an undeniable chill. Lu Lingxi's expression instantly turned serious, her eyes flashing with alertness. She reacted quickly, letting out a low shout.

"Huan Yue, protect Feng Qingxue!"

Upon hearing this, Huan Yue immediately stood up, exuding an unassailable majesty. Its two bright wolf eyes vigilantly scanned its surroundings. At the same time, You Ming, who had been quietly lying on Huan Yue's back, and Huan Ying, who was close to Huan Yue's side, instantly entered battle mode. With an almost instinctive tacit understanding, they jointly monitored every move around them.

"This aura is hostile; we must be extremely cautious!" Lu Xinglan frowned, his senses becoming unusually sharp under the stimulation of this unusual aura, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

The Netherworld Demon looked solemn and said very seriously, "Master, this aura has been frequently appearing in the Lotus Swamp recently, but it seems that no one knows its true intentions."

Suddenly, a flock of birds frantically took flight from the previously silent, withered tree. Immediately afterward, a series of rapid and heavy footsteps approached them from afar, "tap tap tap~".

"Oh no, we're surrounded..."

Lu Lingxi's gaze pierced through the dense forest and saw a group of spirit beasts approaching them.

The eyes of those spirit beasts were like burning flames, crimson and eerie. Their behavior was unusual. Lu Lingxi clenched her fists subconsciously, her muscles tensing, ready to face the upcoming battle at any moment.

Lu Xinglan also discovered the reason. He nodded heavily and added, "They seem to be controlled by some kind of force; their eyes look strange!"

A group of spirit beasts, roaring wildly, charged towards them, raising clouds of dust that blotted out the sky.

Behind this surging tide of beasts lurks a mysterious figure draped in a black cloak, whose chilling laughter sends shivers down one's spine.

The large cloak completely concealed the person, except for their blood-red eyes, which gleamed with a chilling light like hellfire.

Just as Feng Qingxue was about to be bitten by a high-level Crimson Flame Tiger, in this life-or-death moment, Lu Lingxi Yao moved like a white lightning bolt, nimbly flashing to protect Feng Qingxue behind her. At the same time, the Flying Snow Sword in her hand flashed with a cold light, accompanied by a crisp sword cry, and the ferocious Crimson Flame Tiger was split in two, with blood splattering everywhere.

Considering that Feng Qingxue has not yet fully recovered, Lu Lingxi Yao made a decisive decision to send her into the Kunlun Ring and entrust her to Ling Shu's care.

As Feng Qingxue's figure disappeared into a burst of light, Lu Lingxi's heart calmed down slightly, but the crisis before her was far from over.

"These spirit beasts are so numerous, they're like a tidal wave. When will they ever end?"

As Lu Lingxi wiped the bloodstains of the Crimson Tiger that had inadvertently stained her cheeks, she frowned and pondered a solution, completely unaware of the danger approaching from behind.

A bolt of lightning, like an angry snake emerging from its hole, silently ripped through the night sky and headed straight for her.

"Yaoyao, watch out!"

Lu Xinglan's voice was like a thunderclap, breaking Lu Lingxi Yao's reverie.

He flashed like a black whirlwind, pulling Lu Lingxi into a tight embrace and shielding her from the fatal blow with his own body.

Lightning struck Lu Xinglan's back like a giant hammer, exacerbating his already weakened state and causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood uncontrollably.

Lu Lingxi Yao turned around abruptly, her eyes filled with astonishment and anger. She looked in the direction from which the lightning had struck and whispered, "Wrath of Thunder."

Electricity began to gather wildly in the air, forming an unprecedented electrical storm, like the wrath of nature, sweeping towards the dark figure.

The dark figure struggled in the storm, exerting tremendous effort to barely escape, and disappeared into the night in a disheveled state.

Lu Lingxi stared at the departing figure, a strange sense of familiarity welling up in her heart.

Without a second thought, Lu Lingxi caught Lu Xinglan, who was about to fall. She placed her right hand on Lu Xinglan's pulse, and the pulse revealed unusual information as her fingertips touched it lightly. A hint of doubt flashed across her brows, but she quickly regained her composure and understood.

She took out a pill from her spatial storage and put it into Lu Xinglan's slightly open mouth. In just a moment, Lu Xinglan's originally pale cheeks gradually became rosy.

"It's alright! I can still fight! Let's deal with those annoying spirit beasts first!"

Lu Xinglan struggled to break free from Lu Lingxi Yao's support, her eyes burning with an indomitable flame.

However, Lu Lingxi's voice carried an undeniable sternness, mixed with anger at Lu Xinglan for disregarding his own safety.

"You are already poisoned. If you insist on using your spiritual power, it will only accelerate the spread of the poison. At that time, no one will be able to save you!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Xinglan gave a bitter smile and casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The red stain stood out starkly against his resolute face.

He took a deep breath, mobilized the remaining spiritual power in his body, and with a flash, several restless spirit beasts fell to the ground.

Witnessing this scene, Lu Lingxi Yao's anger intensified. She grabbed Lu Xinglan by the collar and shouted almost like a roar, "Are you out of your mind? You're courting death! If you really don't care about your life, I might as well grant your wish and just throw you to those spirit beasts, so I don't have to worry about you here!"

Looking at Lu Lingxi Yao's anxious eyes, a hint of surprise flashed in Lu Xinglan's eyes. It was a light that mixed surprise, warmth, and confusion. He asked softly, "Yao Yao, are you worried about me?"

In Lu Lingxi Yao's heart, a question that had been hanging in the air for a long time was gradually revealing its truth, like a thin mist blown away by the morning breeze.

However, she didn't reveal it immediately, but instead asked in a half-joking tone, "Why do you call me 'Yao Yao'?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Xinglan seemed to have tripped up by her own words, and her previously confident expression instantly turned awkward.

He realized he had inadvertently revealed his secret, and his eyes began to wander, like a child caught stealing candy, both embarrassed and mischievous.

"No, I just felt... calling you Yao Yao was easier to say, um, yes, it was easier to say, hehe~" He tried to cover up his embarrassment with a relaxed tone, a slightly stiff smile appearing on his lips.

Seeing this, Lu Lingxi Yao's lips curled into a meaningful smile, her eyes narrowed slightly as if she could see into people's hearts. She slowly said, "Oh, is that so?"

Her gaze was fixed on Lu Xinglan's eyes, trying to find answers in his flickering eyes.

Faced with such scrutiny, Lu Xinglan's insistence seemed increasingly powerless, but he still stubbornly clung to his unwillingness to admit it: "Of...of course it is!"

His voice trembled slightly, yet he still tried to maintain that false firmness, as if as long as he didn't give in, the truth could be buried forever in his heart.

Lu Lingxi Yao approached Lu Xinglan step by step until the distance between them was so short that they could hear each other's breaths, and their faces were almost touching.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and a subtle tension filled the air.

With courage that seemed to come from nowhere, Lu Lingxi's gaze was involuntarily drawn to Lu Xinglan's slightly parted lips, which seemed to possess an indescribable allure. This led her to make a decision that surprised even herself—she stood on tiptoe and, almost instinctively, gently kissed him.

As the man in black disappeared, the spirit beasts that had been restless seemed to receive a silent command and retreated one after another.

The phantom moon, the phantom shadow, and the netherworld wisely transformed into streams of light and disappeared into the Kunlun Ring, leaving a space for the lovers.

Lu Xinglan was initially taken aback, then reached out and pulled her tightly into his arms. A strong hand gripped the back of her head, not allowing her any thought of retreat. His slightly cold tongue slid into her mouth, slowly prying open her teeth, greedily taking the sweetness from her mouth, and forcefully exploring every corner.

It wasn't until Lu Lingxi felt her breathing becoming increasingly difficult that she came to her senses. She abruptly pushed Lu Xinglan away, her cheeks flushed as red as a sunset, and her hands unconsciously gripped his neck, her anger tinged with a hint of shyness.

"Nalan Rongzhi, you're asking for death!"

A look of astonishment flashed across Nalan Rongzhi's (i.e. Lu Xinglan's) eyes, which was quickly replaced by a cynical smile.

He gently pried Lu Lingxi's hands away and pulled her into a tight embrace again, his voice tinged with apology, "It seems I still couldn't hide it from you, my Yao Yao."

Looking into Nalan Rongzhi's deep purple eyes, Lu Lingxi felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She realized the dependence she had on Nalan Rongzhi deep in her heart. That emotion that she had never noticed had already taken root and sprouted, occupying a place in her heart.

Recalling the loneliness and betrayal of her past life, she had never experienced the sweetness and bitterness of love.

But at this moment, everything changed. She seemed to have found the meaning of life and understood her own heart. So, she decided to follow the call of her heart, take that step bravely, and love and cherish this hard-won relationship with all her heart.

Lu Lingxi said firmly, "Nalan Rongzhi, all I ask for is a lifetime of one love with one person. If you can't do that, then don't bother me!"

Upon hearing this, Nalan Rongzhi's face paled slightly, but his eyes were filled with deep affection and determination. He gazed at Lu Lingxi Yao, his voice carrying an undeniable sincerity.

"Yaoyao, I, Nalan Rongzhi, am content to have you by my side in this life. I swear to the Creator God that if I betray Lu Lingxi Yao, may I die a horrible death!"

Lu Lingxi's eyes instantly turned sharp, and her words carried a hint of determination: "Remember what you said today. If one day I find that you have betrayed this vow, I will show no mercy. I will even kill you with my own hands."

“Okay!” Nalan Rongzhi responded without hesitation, while tightly embracing Lu Lingxi Yao in his arms, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own bones and blood.

The two then walked to a large, leafy tree and sat down side by side. Lu Lingxi's doubts weighed heavily on her heart, and she finally couldn't help but ask, "Tell me, why have you become like this?"

Nalan Rongzhi sighed, his expression complex, and said, "Actually, I've never told you this before. The poison I'm afflicted with causes me to undergo a transformation every five years, the duration of which varies, sometimes even lasting up to a year..."

Nalan Rongzhi paused for a moment, then continued, "And every time I transform, I revert to my teenage form. Although my appearance seems unaffected, my strength is greatly diminished. This also means that if you encounter danger during my transformation, I may not be able to protect you as I usually do. Just like now, I was powerless to help, which makes me feel deeply guilty..." As he finished speaking, his head unconsciously lowered, his face filled with deep self-reproach and helplessness.

“You don’t need to blame yourself. You’ve always sheltered me from the wind and rain. This time, it’s my turn to protect you. I will do everything I can to find an antidote for you. You have to believe me. We can get through this together.”

Lu Lingxi Yao's fingers gently traced Nalan Rongzhi's thin yet resolute back. She had never seen Nalan Rongzhi like this before. In her memory, the man who was always strong enough to support the world was now so vulnerable that it made her feel sorry for him.

Nalan Rongzhi looked at the resolute Lu Lingxi with eyes full of doting affection, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

His thoughts drifted back to the day they first met, to that stubborn and unyielding figure, who, like a ray of light, pierced through his long-standing indifference and aloofness.

From then on, every expression and every movement of hers was deeply imprinted in his heart. In his long journey of life, he had met countless women of unparalleled beauty, but in his heart, Lu Lingxi was unique. Her specialness transcended all external beauty and reached the deepest part of his soul.

What's even more amazing is that the aura emanating from Lu Lingxi Yao is both strange and familiar to him, as if it has crossed the boundaries of time and space and quietly overlapped with a fragment of a distant memory.

This feeling made him unconsciously want to get closer, to protect this indescribable familiarity and warmth forever.

Before meeting Lu Lingxi, Nalan Rongzhi's world was dark and closed off. He rejected any woman's advances and scorned love.

However, it was she—Lu Lingxi Yao—who made him understand what "love at first sight" and "deep affection" meant. Love, a word he once scoffed at, has now become the most precious gift in his life.

Fortunately, the bodyguard "Shadow" was not present at this moment. Otherwise, upon seeing Nalan Rongzhi's affectionate appearance, he would probably be speechless with astonishment, finding it hard to believe that his usually cold and decisive master could have such a tender and devoted side.