Wang Ning: I’m going to a market

Crack.

The main door was suddenly pushed open. Everyone in the meeting room turned their gaze to the entrance. A golden figure strode in, bringing a gust of wind with her.

Before Principal Vera could even feel surprised, she saw the expressionless face of Her Highness the Princess and had a bad feeling. Then, she looked behind her and her eyes widened in an instant. She gripped the armrest of the sofa, almost losing her composure.

The faces of the people from God’s Blade also changed.

Behind the blonde president followed a small but eye-catching figure—silver-white hair, long enough to reach her ankles, swayed behind her. Her white chiton was layered to create a sense of sacredness, and golden ornaments in the shape of branches outlined her waist. Her unadorned, fair face was youthful and indifferent, her crimson eyes looking at them, pure and blank, without likes or dislike.

—‘So why is the Saintess of the Kaos Church here? Didn’t they already leave?!’

Eight hundred thoughts flashed through Principal Vera’s mind in an instant. Finally, her gaze landed on the person next to the Saintess, an adult woman in a white nun’s habit.

Karin paid no mind to the people behind her. She walked quickly to the front of them, squinted at Kelbert and her group, broke the dead silence, and smiled. “I didn’t expect your esteemed church to make a special trip. Please forgive our poor hospitality.”

Kelbert also reacted quickly. As a deacon of the God’s Blade church, she quickly adjusted her facial expression, stood up to salute, and smiled faintly. “Your Highness Karin, I wish you well. We have come under orders to confirm a rumor about a pure human and hope to find an answer here.”

Karin: “Is that so? But I don’t seem to have received any relevant application documents.”

Her golden eyes slowly swept across the scene, finally landing on the surveillance video at the end of the table. The students were quietly undergoing the test.

—‘Who spread such a rumor? Or rather… there’s a mole in the school.’

The originally spacious meeting room now seemed crowded. Principal Vera also stood up, looking at the scene and trying to smooth things over. “The test has already begun. Your Highness, please sit down and rest for a while.”

A maid set out a teacup. The seats on both sides of the table were gradually filled. Many people secretly glanced at the Saintess sitting to the side.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were covered by beige curtains. Sunlight pierced through the openwork parts, kissing that ethereally beautiful little face, brushing past those ruby-red eyes and the silver hair that shimmered with a faint light. Her movements as she sat down were elegant and light.

Tap.

Her Highness the Princess tapped the armrest with her bent finger. The crisp sound drew everyone’s attention back, and they met Karin’s half-smiling eyes.

Kelbert said coldly, “What is the Saintess of Kaos doing here?”

The Saintess did not speak. Ai Er, sitting next to her with a solemn expression, replied, “Naturally, to see what God’s Blade, which has always prided itself on being open and aboveboard, is doing.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a member of the God’s Blade church showed a resentful expression, as if wanting to stand up, but was pushed back down by Kelbert.

Kelbert smiled faintly. “We naturally can’t compare to your ability to come and go as you please at Alice Girls’ Academy. After all… you have His Majesty’s support.”

The royal family did indeed support Kaos as the orthodox church. After thousands of years of subtle influence, from the peak of church power to its current decline and manipulation by the royal family, the Kaos Church still needed to go through the motions on the surface, crowning each successive king.

At the same time, it was also a good tool to restrain the expansion of God’s Blade.

Karin watched with a smile as the two sides at the meeting table exchanged open and hidden sarcastic remarks, her back relaxed against the chair, her hands clasped, and her eyebrows raised high, listening with great interest.

Her gaze swept, intentionally or unintentionally, towards the Saintess. The other had kept her head down in silence, as if she were just a beautiful vase for decoration.

Suddenly, she saw the Saintess look up, but her gaze did not fall on anyone present. Karin followed her line of sight—to the surveillance screens broadcasting several classrooms.

Several classes were being tested at the same time. On the split screen, Class A was in the middle.

Wang Ning looked strangely in the direction of the Academic Committee Member. She noticed a faint silver reflection on the Academic Committee Member’s face.

‘Is it some kind of facial decoration? Or her own beast scales? I heard the Academic Committee Member’s dominant bloodline is Deep Sea Shark.’

Her gaze moved away, looking at the others, at her classmates who were revealing parts of their beast forms.

Antlers, scales, cat ears… Wang Ning now understood how the beast transformation bloodlines in this world worked. In many cases, the purer the bloodline, the better one could hide their beast form, that is, maintain a human appearance, unless they experienced intense emotional fluctuations or were in heat.

—There were other situations. When the ferocity brought by the bloodline could no longer be suppressed, it would also manifest.

Wang Ning had once been pestered by her classmates about what her bloodline was. She could only stammer and be vague, or guiltily say nothing, staring at the person until they changed the subject.

In the process, she had also discovered a little trick for social anxiety. When faced with a question she couldn’t answer, as long as she remained silent and looked at the other person, she could successfully make them lose interest.

—Of course, she had no idea that her expression of social anxiety was completely twisted by her classmates into “gentle but distant,” “she must have an extremely pure bloodline to be able to maintain a pure human form all the time,” “her parents are dead and her background is tragic, but her calm appearance makes people’s hearts ache for her,” “I don’t know why, but I just feel that she’s very strong yet fragile enough to make people want to protect her,” and so on. The rumors about her on the school forums were varied and numerous.

In addition, Wang Ning was always surrounded by many powerful people. Besides those who were close to her and knew what she was like, the outside world relied entirely on imagination and the halo of being the “top-ranked freshman,” making the rumors sound more and more true.

After all, if she weren’t truly strong, how could she make so many powerful people in Class A willingly submit to her?

And Wang Ning paid no attention to the “Angel.” The mere thought of that “Angel Fan Club” made her toes curl. She had directly blocked the word “Angel” so she wouldn’t see it and be bothered—and this action basically blocked all posts about herself.

The result was that rumors flew all over the campus, and the person in question had no idea that this was the image she had in other people’s eyes.

This also made many people with ill intentions a bit more hesitant.

Wang Ning: ‘It’s so great that no nobles have come to bother me, thank goodness jpg.’

She looked boredly at the numbers on the testing instrument, repeating that unknown incantation over and over. Her left hand was suddenly grabbed. She looked at the owner of the hand—Boli An. Her eyes were clear, and her expression had changed from her usual listless laziness to a sharp coldness.

“What’s wrong?” Wang Ning asked in a whisper.

Boli An: “Go.”

“What?”

Before Wang Ning could ask, she sensed a violent and destructive aura, immediately followed by a loud noise and screams.

Instruments were overturned. The sound of footsteps was chaotic and disorderly. The teacher’s voice was drowned out by various sounds. The clean windows cast a bright white light, clearly outlining the scene. Wang Ning even felt the ground beneath her feet tremble.

“Help, ahhh!! Ugh…” A classmate was pinned down by a figure, her throat then ghostly choked by a pair of slender hands. Her eyes were filled with terror, her hands desperately trying to pull away the hand that was cutting off her breath. Her irises reflected a familiar, cold, and crazed face.

“Academic Committee Member, Academic Committee Member, wake up! It’s me, Wen Qi, ahh!”

“Run! Someone’s bloodline power has gone berserk!”

“Everyone, run!”

“Help! Wen Qi is being choked by the Academic Committee Member! Go get a teacher!”

No one could suppress the berserk power of someone with an A-rank bloodline, let alone in such a chaotic scene. According to the “Academy Emergency Procedures,” the priority was to evacuate and protect the students, not to act recklessly.

The only thing they could do now was to quickly call for teachers and professionals to control the Academic Committee Member and give her a tranquilizer.

“Cecily! Cecily! Academic Committee Member! Stupid fish! …Damn it!” The Class President shouted while urging the other students to leave. Seeing this scene, she directly rushed up to pull them apart, trying to lock her from behind.

But it was as if Cecily had eyes on her back. She released the girl she was holding, dodged her attack sideways, her black pupils dilating to occupy two-thirds of her sclera, devoid of all human emotion. The snow-white scales under her eyelids flickered with a chilling light—like a pure beast and predator.

Wang Ning felt the grip on her wrist tighten. A huge crowd of people surged towards them. Boli An simply pulled her into her arms, dodged the crowd, and quickly rushed towards the door.

She subconsciously glanced back at the source of the chaos and then met those eyes that had lost all reason, a chill running down her spine.

Cecily suddenly gave up attacking the others around her and instead rushed in Wang Ning’s direction.

Wang Ning was positioned at the very back of the classroom. Boli An led her nimbly through the chaotic crowd, but they were still blocked by the berserk Academic Committee Member.

Boli An released Wang Ning and stood in front of her. Those eyes, which Wang Ning had always complained she had “never seen fully open,” were now finally open. The light green eyes seemed to have frozen into a forest lake of ice.

The two faced off stiffly. Even though she had completely lost her reason, a beast’s instinct for the strong still remained.

Wang Ning saw Xiali running up from behind the Academic Committee Member, holding a broom she had grabbed from somewhere, and unhesitatingly swinging it horizontally at Cecily.

Boli An also moved at that moment, throwing a “Run” at Wang Ning, and rushed forward the instant Cecily dodged the attack.

Wang Ning saw Boli An take advantage of the moment the Academic Committee Member was distracted by Xiali, seize the opening, and directly extend her arm, instantly moving to the Academic Committee Member’s side. Her slender hand silently clamped onto Cecily’s face. With a calm sidestep, her fingers exerted force, and she violently and forcefully slammed the person into the wall. The wall first cracked like a spiderweb, and the next second, it shattered with a boom!

Wang Ning: ‘!’

‘Holy crap! That looks so painful! Will that really not kill someone?!’

A cloud of dust dissipated. Cecily had disappeared. Boli An flashed to the window, one hand propped on the sill, her fingers slowly sinking into the wooden frame. Blood trickled down the brown grain. Her head was lowered, making it impossible to see her expression.

—Her state was also very… strange.

The scene was a mess. Instruments were scattered all over the floor. To avoid being tripped, Wang Ning could only try to hop her way through.

She hadn’t gone far when a bad premonition arose in her heart.

A strong voice in the bottom of her heart told her: Don’t look back! Don’t look back! Absolutely do not look back!

‘Run!’

The chaotic shouts, the dust from the impact entering one’s lungs, and along with it, a… subtle fragrance.

Wang Ning saw the twin sisters with pigtails sitting on the windowsill of the classroom near the corridor. They smiled at her. A gem-like object glittered between their fingers. Then, with an understated motion, she crushed it into dust.

The fragrance grew stronger.

Wang Ning was distracted by her action and didn’t pay attention to the path. She was almost tripped by an instrument, and her speed slowed.

Instantly, a sense of crisis surged into her brain like a rising tide, suffocating her.

She felt the gaze on her back… it was no longer just one pair of eyes.