“This… what is this…”
Lian Ge pointed at the red specks emerging within the green magic sphere.
Feng Ling reached her hand into the floating sphere, carefully controlling the flow of magic power with her fingertips to peel away the red specks one by one.
She opened her mouth and casually swallowed the green part.
A refreshing sensation immediately enveloped her entire body, as comfortable as stepping from a hot summer day into an air-conditioned room.
But she couldn’t sense the concept contained in the remaining red part hovering in her palm.
“Mm… I can’t sense it. Maybe I should take a taste of this too?”
“Is that okay? That unknown magic power…”
“I can eat demon beast magic power; this is nothing.”
Before Lian Ge could stop her, Feng Ling tossed the magic power in her palm into her mouth, letting the small red mass merge into her body.
A strange sensation spread from her throat through her entire body like an electric current.
Goosebumps instantly broke out all over Feng Ling’s skin.
Her legs straightened, her body leaned back, and she slumped heavily against the chair back.
“Feng Ling! Are you okay? Hey!”
Lian Ge was startled by this, grabbing Feng Ling’s shoulders and shaking her hard.
But Feng Ling wasn’t really injured.
She twisted a few times on the chair as if she had a stomachache, then quickly calmed down.
With one hand on her stomach, she raised the other and waved it in the air.
“I’m fine, I’m fine.”
After slightly adjusting to the unpleasant feeling, she opened her eyes blankly, refocused her gaze, then gently patted Lian Ge’s hand off her shoulder.
“That one hit just now… but I’m much better now. Let me carefully taste what this magic power really is.”
Lian Ge let go, but her worried expression didn’t diminish.
She pulled her chair closer to Feng Ling, pressing her calf against Feng Ling’s knee.
Feng Ling leaned back, closed her eyes, and began to carefully feel the lingering aftereffect of that red magic power.
What first surged up were madly flashing images, like a projector rapidly switching slides against the blank canvas of her mind.
But even though they flashed quickly, Feng Ling could perceive the content exceptionally clearly.
The person in every image was Jiang Zhu.
A few images quickly formed a narrative thread: Jiang Zhu graduated from a top university, became an employee of a top-tier company, climbed to high positions through hard work, married Lin Ciwei after achieving career success, and ultimately lived a carefree, prosperous life.
If Qia Bi hadn’t interfered, his life probably would have been like this—hardworking, wealthy, and ordinary until the end.
However, as the images played over and over, those enviable scenes gradually became hateful in Feng Ling’s eyes.
The images themselves never changed, but under the influence of an inexplicable emotion, her perception had completely shifted.
At first, she had watched from a bystander’s perspective, occasionally sighing, ‘So this is how well I should have lived.’
But gradually, she felt that every image was being deliberately flaunted in front of her, every frame mocking her current state of having to earn money by acting cute.
She actually wanted to destroy those beautiful images.
Magic power gathered in her hands, and she could reduce them to ashes in an instant.
Feng Ling quickly pinched her own cheek, letting the pain nerves reclaim part of her attention from the chaotic emotions.
Maintaining that cheek-pulling pose, she opened her eyes and saw Lian Ge leaning in with a worried expression, her hands helplessly hovering in the air, afraid to touch her.
“Are you okay? What just happened?”
“I’m fine… I’m fine.”
Upon seeing Lian Ge’s face, Feng Ling completely calmed down.
She released her hand, and her stretched cheek snapped back.
Of course, Feng Ling couldn’t directly describe those images to her, but setting aside the specific images, she could clearly sense the core of that emotion just now.
It was a malicious emotion that felt pain at others’ happiness and desired to deprive them of it—in other words:
“The concept represented by that red magic power should be ‘Jealousy’.”
“‘Jealousy’?”
Lian Ge’s expression froze for a moment, then her brows furrowed deeper.
“Why would there be such magic power? Why add the concept of jealousy to a healing ointment?”
“Probably to increase revenue. If people are jealous of each other, they’ll spend all their money on consumption, which indirectly boosts earnings.”
Feng Ling was no stranger to this practice.
For example, some clickbait accounts deliberately spread panic-inducing information to gain traffic, since opposition and conflict attract more attention.
“Is that really the case? Putting something that triggers negative emotions into daily necessities just to make people jealous and keep consuming?”
Lian Ge tilted her head, looking like she was thinking, “You’re just a little demon beast, how do you know so much about humans?” Of course, she also said it out loud:
“You’re just a little demon beast, how do you know so much about humans?”
“Some things are clearer from the outside.”
Feng Ling shrugged and explained casually.
“Feng Ling, can I also feel that magic power? I want to confirm it myself.”
“You don’t trust me, huh…”
Feng Ling pouted in dissatisfaction.
She could have easily lied to her, claiming the red magic power had no effect, and then tricked her into earning money together.
But now that she had voluntarily revealed the truth, she wouldn’t make a single cent.
“It’s not that. I just think one person’s feeling might be a bit biased.”
Feng Ling wasn’t really upset about it.
She slid off the chair and went to the bathroom to open a second box of Momo Ointment.
She unscrewed the lid of the second box and dipped her finger into the ointment.
A moment later, the same phenomenon as before appeared.
Within the emerald green healing magic power, small deep-red specks were slowly churning, looking extremely discordant.
Feng Ling extended her other hand and used her fingertips to pull the red parts out from the green healing magic, strand by strand, gathering them into tiny clumps of magic power at her fingertips.
“Be careful. Directly infusing magic power is very stimulating, especially with this negative concept. Even my body can barely handle it. Don’t come crying later saying I didn’t warn you.”
“It’s fine. I’m ready.”
Lian Ge nodded firmly, bit her lip, and closed her eyes.
Feng Ling pressed the red magic power accumulated at her fingertips onto Lian Ge’s palm.
Under her control, the magic power transformed into a trickling stream and flowed into Lian Ge’s body.
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