Chapter 494

Kikyo: "It is worth noting that this little girl’s story is not an isolated case."

Kikyo: "For instance, not long ago, the old hag known as Yumo Zi, bored out of her mind, went to tease a newly emerged brat. With her incomprehensible realm power, she thoroughly provoked the little one into a rage—and then…"

Kikyo: "Yumo Zi flipped."

Upon hearing Kikyo’s words, many group members were stunned.

Yumo Zi?

Who is she?

She was born with a golden key in her mouth, a single being who was a race unto herself… oh, now, she’s no longer a demon.

This creature seized the momentum of Yuanshi’s preaching, decisively abandoned the sinking demon clan vessel, and during her Star Lord phase, used Ruan Mei’s Kaipidexinxiangzhilu to be reborn, transforming into a Fantasy-Spirit within the threshold of Primordial Realm.

Correct.

Yumo Zi’s choice this time was decisive indeed.

She did not even demand that this rebirth grant her full mastery over realm power; instead, she focused solely on mastering the realms of reality and illusion.

In short, Yumo Zi has been utterly transformed—even Kikyo cast her a sidelong glance.

That mastery over reality and illusion nearly renders her invincible.

Yet.

She still flipped.

And she flipped while teasing a little brat.

Luo Qianqiu: "Pfft, people flip all the time, but this year’s been especially full of it. Kikyo, spill the details—how did she flip?"

Luo Qianqiu: "Yumo Zi is cunning and deceitful—this shouldn’t happen."

Luo Qianqiu: "Did she also burst her seed?"

If that’s the case, then it’s not surprising.

Hermes, this guy, looks serious on the surface, and he’ll pretend to maintain basic fairness—but then again…

Those who know, know.

Compared to those deep-minded, scheming, labyrinthine, smoke-and-mirrors old men and women whose hearts are oceans of deceit, this guy is so blatantly biased that he makes every adult savor the bitter-sweetness of life—like lemon trees bearing lemons, and beneath them, Itachi and oh…

It’s truly enough to make Itachi sour to death!

Kikyo: "Supposedly, a young magic user named Xia An’an accidentally crossed through time and space into our world, accompanied by a doll named Kururu."

Kikyo: "At that time, the little magic user’s power wasn’t particularly strong—but she was greatly favored by the Flower Sprites, Flower Gods, and Flower Immortals, even earning the favor of the Lord of the Four Seasons’ Flowers, who invited her to stay at the Sunflower Field for many days before allowing her to continue her journey…"

Kikyo: "Later, Yumo Zi seemed curious about this girl blessed by flowers, and transformed into a Dream Flower to visit her."

Kikyo: "…And during that time, Yumo Zi’s mastery over reality and illusion apparently went out of control? Now she can only temporarily maintain the form of the Dream Flower and is temporarily controlled by the Flower Immortal’s magic user."

To appear before a Flower Immortal’s magic user as a Dream Flower—isn’t that like lighting a lantern in the toilet—looking for death?

Cangqi Chengzi: "…I think I understand."

Cangqi Chengzi: "Yumo Zi deserved this calamity!"

Even though Kikyo didn’t explain clearly, most group members grasped the implication.

Yumo Zi…

Hehehe, she was probably set up again, wasn’t she?!

He Xi: "…But Hermes’ favoritism isn’t something we’ve seen just once or twice."

He Xi: "Take my little angels, for instance!"

He Xi: "Tell me, isn’t every one of them breathtakingly beautiful, with elegant postures, noble demeanor, unquestionable beauty and physique? And more importantly…"

He Xi: "They each uphold their hearts, cling to their beliefs, act with integrity, possess straightforward and open personalities—some with pure hearts, others with gentle sincerity, still others with delicate thoughtfulness…"

He Xi: "Yet, because they’ve grown up, Hermes won’t even spare them a glance!"

At this, He Xi was speechless.

These are the most orthodox, pure-blooded specimens of beauty—how can he refuse to even look twice?

This isn’t normal!

My little angels are adorable too—why, after arriving at the Star Crown Court, do they feel not even a shred of favoritism?

The only real difference between little angels and little cuties is that one appears adult, the other remains in child form…

But in terms of pure heart, there’s absolutely no difference!

Zhou Zhe: "…Pfft, hahahaahaha…"

The Heavenly Emperor Zhou could no longer hold back—he burst into loud laughter.

The Super God Academy—that popular work from before his transmigration—he had watched it too.

Honestly.

For young people of that era, dreaming of possessing their own personal guardian angel was a universal fantasy.

Even if not the famed “North of the Galaxy, My Yan Is the Most Beautiful” Angel Yan, merely meeting the average standard of the female angel race was a dream within a dream.

After watching Super God Academy, many didn’t first think of the stunningly modeled beauties—they dreamed of having an angel whisper a vow of protection to them.

But now, these female angels have suffered a crushing Waterloo within the chat group…

It’s quite amusing.

He Xi: "…Little Zhou Zhe, what are Itachi laughing at?"

The Heavenly Base King’s eyes, as clear as autumn waters, widened suddenly—were my adorable little angels really that laughable?

Already resentful, the Heavenly Base King now found the girl who once called her “He Xi sister” suddenly insufferable.

Zhou Zhe: "Uh…"

The Heavenly Emperor’s words stuck in his throat.

Would his sponsorship suddenly get cut off if he spoke out?

Chen Nan: "Heh, I think Old Zhou’s laughter isn’t out of malice."

Chen Nan: "He likely just realized why Old Mo never gave your angel race a second glance."

In the end, it was Chen Nan who spoke up, pulling his fellow transmigrant out of the awkwardness.

He Xi: "Huh?!"

He Xi: "Itachi know the reason?"

Her exquisite eyes, veiled by long lashes, widened suddenly—this question had tormented her for a long time; she hadn’t even dared to run calculations on her supercomputer.

Any reckless probing into such a great being’s nature is extremely dangerous—even without mentioning any name, merely constructing a rough personality data model…

In truth, what Earth transmigrants know of the Super God Academy is merely the tip of the iceberg of the true angel race.

He Xi could swear on her heart—the true angel race is even more beautiful than any transmigrant could ever imagine.

Yet such a pure, entire race still fails to draw the gaze of the Pure Beauty Star God?

This makes no sense—neither scientifically nor fatefully!