Su Wan rubbed her aching temples vigorously, her academic integrity shattered to pieces among the piles of waste paper in the Temple.
In the end, she couldn't help but intervene in this absurd teaching session.
"This violates the basic conservation of elements."
Her beautiful eyes were filled with stubbornness as she tried to use the last of her human reason to fight the absurdity before her.
"If a person hasn't undergone years of meditation and circuit expansion, such a cross-rank power infusion would instantly burst all the capillaries in their body."
"And you're saying they can advance on the spot without comprehending laws or studying Magic Circles, relying solely on a fictional creation called a 'System'?"
As an orthodox Mage, Su Wan's academic dignity was suffering a nuclear-level blow.
Lin Qingyue lifted the Sapphire Jade Cup, slowly swallowing a sip of fruit wine, letting the sweet liquid bloom on her taste buds.
"Xiao Wan, you're overthinking it."
She turned her head, looking at the serious Young Mistress, and casually consoled her,
"Readers are here to see the protagonist overturn the world, not to review the basics of magic theory with you."
"Whether energy is conserved or not doesn't matter at all."
"What matters is whether the male lead's stomp makes the enemy's face swell up fast enough, and whether the satisfaction is delivered steadily."
Su Wan opened her mouth, intending to argue back.
But looking at the Celestial God rolling around on the lounge chair, her Azure Dragon horns glowing with excessive excitement.
The arguments, enough to write ten graduation theses, all got stuck in her throat.
Discussing magic logic in front of a God who wields authority was, in itself, a cold joke.
Xia Lian held that heavy stack of waste manuscripts, treating them like some kind of forbidden literature, solemnly sorting the trash.
Lin Xiyue, on the other hand, seemed even more at ease.
She laid the Blackstone Shield, which could withstand a dragon's breath, flat on the ground, turning it into a temporary picnic table.
She pulled out two pieces of dry rations from her backpack, chewing them with a loud crunch, even regretting that she lacked a bucket of movie theater popcorn in her hand.
[Trial of the Heavenly Gods mission progress has been updated!]
The crisp notification sound exploded in the minds of the four simultaneously, and the golden notification boxes popped up on their professional panels at the same time.
[Objective: Soothe the endless void of Celestial God: Azure Dragon (Completed)]
[Mission Rating: Perfect]
[Description: Not only did you heal the Deity's mental exhaustion, but you also successfully opened the door to a new world for her.]
[Current Trial Progress: 2/4]
Xia Lian stared at the line of glittering gold text, then looked at Qingxuan, who had completely abandoned her divine image and was rolling around on the lounge chair with her hair as messy as a chicken nest.
A sense of exhaustion, as if her worldview had been repeatedly crushed by a heavy-duty truck, washed over her entire body.
"Just like that... it's done?"
Xia Lian's voice leaked out from between her fingers, trembling with a hint of absurdity.
"No need to fight desperately, no need for Forbidden Spells, just teach her how to write a Broken Engagement Trope story?"
Lin Xiyue patted the crumbs off her gauntlets and stretched her aching wrist.
"Non-violent non-cooperation, the Dungeon Rules have not deceived me."
"For a shut-in girl with late-stage social anxiety, spiritual comfort is indeed far more effective than physical destruction."
She shrugged and snapped the shield back onto her back.
"I'm just worried that if archaeologists dig this place up a few hundred years from now, they'll find the ground covered in 'Crooked-Mouth Dragon King' and 'Broken Engagement Trope' stone tablets."
Su Wan smoothed the wrinkles on her robes with an expressionless face, coldly spitting out a few words: "That's a victim of cultural invasion."
Lin Qingyue tapped her fingers on the table, snapping Qingxuan out of her immersion in the golden opening.
"The opening is written with great explosive power, and you've basically mastered the subsequent outline as well."
Lin Qingyue stood up, stretching her stiff joints from sitting.
"Now there's only one problem: how are you going to deliver these manuscripts, which would be enough to give the High Priestess a heart attack on the spot, to the Pandaren publishing house?"
Qingxuan sat up straight, clutching the parchment scroll, her black-rimmed glasses askew on the bridge of her nose, revealing a dazed expression as if she had just woken from a long dream.
It was as if she had been struck by a fatal point called "forced socialization," and she suddenly shuddered.
"Oh right... before, the High Priestess was always responsible for delivering the Oracles... but I, I don't want to go out and see people..."
She curled up with the manuscript, her eyes darting left and right, as if she had already foreseen the disastrous scene of having a conversation with a stranger.
Lin Qingyue looked at her, who seemed to wish she could bury herself, and silently sighed.
This Celestial God was simply a mudslide in the world of gods.
Qingxuan tilted her head and thought for a few seconds, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Got it!"
The shut-in Celestial God jumped off the lounger barefoot, her steps on the tiles creating a messy and clumsy rhythm.
She passed through the temple gates and stopped at the edge of the plaza.
There, an ancient tree that had grown for over ten thousand years stood silently.
Its trunk was so thick it would take ten people to encircle it, and its dragon-like branches soared straight into the heavens.
Qingxuan raised her fair fingers and gently tapped the air.
A mass of Divine Life Power, so dense it was almost tangible, gushed forth from her fingertips.
That power was pure to the utmost.
Wherever it passed, even the tiny dust particles in the air burst into vibrant vitality in an instant.
The Divine Power sank into the ancient tree like a giant whale swallowing water.
Accompanying a series of tooth-grating cracks from the wood tearing, the ten-thousand-year-old tree actually tore free from the ground.
Its thick roots twisted forcibly, transforming into two heavy and powerful giant legs.
Emerald-green young leaves instantly covered the branches, and a wide crack split open in the center of the trunk, forming a simple and honest big face.
The once-lifeless plant, under the enlightenment of the Divine Power, directly crossed the chasm of life forms.
A five-meter-tall War Treant, carrying a suffocating pressure, knelt with a crash before Qingxuan.
"Go station yourself at Cuishi Village on the edge of the Forest of Jianmu."
Qingxuan issued orders to this terrifying creature as if she were discussing a mundane household chore.
"Find the Pandaren publishing house and deliver these manuscripts to them."
She paused, her tone turning excited and tinged with a certain bashfulness unique to shut-in girls.
"And while you're at it, set up a sign there. Establish a 'Qingxuan's Exclusive Reader Mailbox'."
"From now on, you are my personal courier!"
She clapped her hands together forcefully, her eyes brimming with the rapturous joy of a "tool person finally being in place."
The Treant let out a thunderous low growl, a sound that made the earth tremble.
It extended a massive wooden hand covered in vines and carefully took the few sheets of fluttering parchment, stuffing them into the hollow in its abdomen.
Then.
This war creation, capable of suppressing a whole border region or even annihilating an entire legion, strode forth with steps that could trigger minor earthquakes, charging madly down the mountain.
Lin Qingyue chewed on some fruit, clicking her tongue in amazement.
"Treant Express, mission guaranteed."
Su Wan watched this scene, her fingers digging into her palm from squeezing too hard.
That was the Supreme Domain, granting a soul to a plant and forcibly interfering with the Laws of Creation.
In the eyes of human alchemists, that was a forbidden miracle that might not even be touched by mobilizing a nation's entire power for centuries.
"You're using this kind of power..."
Su Wan pointed in the direction where the Treant had vanished, her voice turning sharp with shock.
"You created one just to deliver mail?"
"Yeah."
Qingxuan turned back as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, her tone brimming with the relief of a social phobe who had finally found a solution.
"Full automation for sending and receiving. No need to go down the mountain, no need to talk to those people."
"It's simply perfect!"
She even spun around in place with excitement, her smile as bright as a child who had just received a favorite new toy.
Su Wan felt a surge of blood rush to her head, stars dancing before her eyes from sheer fury.
What a waste of a divine gift!
The feeling was like watching someone use the Sword of Damocles to chop firewood, or the Mona Lisa to patch a window.
"Calm down, Little Wan."
Lin Xiyue reached out and patted Su Wan's back, sighing deeply.
"You'll get used to it."
"If your worldview doesn't shatter a few times while you're with my sister, that's when you know something's wrong."