“Oh, alright then. What are we doing now?”

Seeing Xinuo so laid-back, my rush felt foolish, like a taut string slackening. The urgency ebbed like tide.

“Nothing to do. These waterspout tornadoes born of the Endless Sea can fell ordinary Sacred Realm mages. But to Hill, a Dragon Kin at the Holy Peak, they’re nothing.”

Xinuo pulled out a novel, pages fluttering like gulls in sea wind. She glanced at Hill. “This sea wind rite doesn’t affect us much, but it’s noisy. Hill, unfold your magic domain. It should quiet the air.”

“Master, this humble one understands!”

Hill nodded; his massive frame bloomed with silver-white light, a moonrise in a dim void.

“World of Silver!”

The silver glare surged, painting the whole void in frost-bright sheen, like dawn on a glacier.

My eyes stung, and I shut them, lids dropping like shutters against sunflash.

…

When I opened them, shock froze my tongue like winter ice.

I saw only silver-white—yes, a world poured from silver. Nothing else lived here, only that pale, radiant sea of light.

The Endless Sea vanished, the tornadoes and tsunamis blown out like candles. What remained was a single silver world.

“Servant, wake up.”

Hands shook my shoulder; my drifting mind returned like a boat finding shore.

“Boss, how’s this humble one’s magic domain? Pretty, right?” Hill’s pride rang, bright as a bell.

“Ah—mm—yeah, it’s beautiful. It’s dazzling.” Even in a world of only silver, beauty blazed like starlight.

“So, Hill, the law you grasped is the Void. Not bad at all.” Xinuo gazed around, voice soft as mist.

“Hehe, Master praised me! I’m so happy!” Hill laughed, tail-thump like a drum.

“Xiao Nuo, what’s the Void attribute? I’ve never heard of it.” My mind rifled through old notes like a sparrow through twigs, finding nothing.

“Simple. Void means… no attribute.” Her tone was calm, like still water.

“No attribute? Then how’s that good?” The question burst out of me like a pebble skipping the surface.

“Servant, let me finish.” Xinuo shot me a look and tugged my cheeks, stretching them like soft dough.

“Void can be called all-attribute. Because it’s none, it can flow into any—changing like wind and water. Got it, Servant?”

“Not really.” Confusion fogged my head, a white drift after snowfall.

“Ugh, troublesome. Hill, show the Servant.”

“Mm! Understood! Boss, watch—Fire!”

Silver flipped to fire-red. Flames roared like wild beasts, heat rolling in waves, the world a furnace.

“Ice!”

The world snapped to winter. Frost bit bone; a knifing wind scoured the air, and I shivered like a leaf.

“Dark!”

Light fled. Black smothered everything, a starless cavern where breath felt heavy and silence pressed like stone.

“Water!”

The gloom washed away. Azure rose, gentle as rain; currents cradled my spirit, body and mind unwinding like river reeds.

“Wind!”

Gales danced through the blue, invisible blades singing. And on it went—worlds shifting, colors wheeling, leaving me dazzled like a moth in lanternlight.

“Servant, now you understand.” Xinuo smiled, her words warm as spring.

“I get it. That’s amazing. But Qianji Sister seems all-attribute too.” Her face flashed in my mind like a moon in cloudbreak.

“Oh? Who’s this Qianji Sister you mean? All-attribute in what way?” Interest flickered in Xinuo’s eyes, bright as sparks.

“Uh… right.” I closed my eyes, memories unspooling like old tapes. “Qianji Sister is Yumigawa Senki, my eldest sister. In the Mizumi Clan, she’s the brightest star. She loves the sword—trains longer with steel than with spells.

“As for all-attribute—when I was little, I watched her practice. She ran the whole wheel: Light, Dark, Ice, Fire, Water, Wind—every element, like turning seasons.

“Then she cast something fierce—flowers withered and bloomed in a blink, spring and autumn in one breath.

“And once, she froze a beast’s time. For a full week, the creature held one pose, still as a statue.”

“Wow! Boss, your big sis is incredible!” Hill’s awe rang like temple bells.

“Mm. Looks like your sister’s truly all-series—she even wields Life and Time, those rare paths.” Xinuo paused, a thought gleaming. “Right, Servant, how old is your sister?”

“Seven years older than me. She’s twenty-three this year.”

“How strong is her sword work?”

“Hard to say. I last saw her two years ago. Back then, her sword alone could beat a Sacred Realm entry-level beast. Now… I don’t know.” Uncertainty drifted like fog over water.

“Your sister is a true genius—top tier.” Xinuo sighed, the word rising like a skylark. I’d never heard her call anyone a top genius before.

Then her next line nearly knocked me off Hill’s back, like a wave striking a skiff.

“Your sister is far better than Sheng—whether talent in sword or talent in magic.”

“Eh? How? Our Ancestor could one-shot God Kings and Demon Kings back then—like thunder splitting mountains. How could he be less than Qianji Sister?” I stared at Xinuo, disbelief flaring like lightning.

“It’s simple. Without me, Sheng would’ve stayed nameless all his life. Your sister, without me, still climbed this high in sword—and is all-series in magic.”

Xinuo looked toward the horizon, eyes calm as dusk. “No doubt—among all the people I know, your sister fits ‘genius’ best.”

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