Now Qingshamu finally knew what White Feather Dove’s innate magic was.
It was the same Moonlight Power as her own, but with a small mutation, maybe even an evolution.
This was even more convincing than Parentage Verification!
“Have you had enough fun? It’s my turn now.”
White Feather Dove gave a cold snort, then suddenly flickered in place, disappearing with the Dark Moon Power shield.
“You’re a magician, so why join the Kendo Club!”
Zhuanghan Ge roared angrily at the sky, bracing himself, pushing off the ground, and no longer dared to hold back.
He unleashed his Feitian Shuangquan, its power tremendous.
Because White Feather Dove was already soaring through the air, raising her Rune Sword high, slashing down hard at his Heaven Spirit Cap.
However, his full-powered, flying spiral double fists struck the Dark Moon Power shield and felt like hitting a layer of soft rubber; all the force was absorbed and dissipated, not leaving even the tiniest hint of damage.
“Bang!”
White Feather Dove’s Rune Sword suddenly accelerated midair, turning into a phantom, and slammed down on Zhuanghan Ge’s Heaven Spirit Cap, almost knocking out his Seven Souls Six Spirits.
With a single blow, Zhuanghan Ge was sent flying, blood spurting from his seven orifices, and not even his thick skin could save him.
He crashed heavily to the ground and immediately passed out.
The Teleportation Bottle automatically shattered, urgently sending him back to the Medical Room.
Looks like he was a High-level Contract Member.
White Feather Dove’s Rune Sword was glowing faintly with a deep blue light, enveloped in Dark Moon Power, greatly enhancing its attack power.
This was one of only two offensive magics that White Feather Dove had learned after hard training with the Faceless Witch. It was called [Magic Imbuement].
As the name suggests, it was a basic universal technique for concentrating magic into one’s weapon.
Just like the Magical Barrier, this was an upgradable foundational technique, which could be enhanced as the magician’s cultivation and understanding grew.
But its status was nowhere near the Magical Barrier’s, and very few magicians actually used it—a super niche technique.
But for White Feather Dove, it was a divine skill on par with the Magical Barrier.
Because she didn’t understand anything about ranged magic—her profession was Magic Swordsman.
The battle wasn’t over yet…
“Whoosh!”
In an instant, White Feather Dove dashed forward at full speed, trailing an Enchanted Moonlight behind her as she sped toward the Tea Party members.
She moved as fast as lightning, and with the Dark Moon Power shield on her, she brandished her Imbued Rune Sword.
The Tea Party Noble Ladies had long since been shaken to their core by her strength.
Terror froze their limbs and made their magic impossible to activate—they all stood rooted like wooden stakes, dazedly awaiting doom.
A magician must have a strong will and spirit to use magic stably, but most magical beasts were prone to intense emotional fluctuations, which actually made them ill-suited to using magic.
Especially these noble ladies—while maintaining their human form, their innate magic was mostly used in Beast Form.
But White Feather Dove was different. She was born in human form, and her magic was suited to it from the start.
A flash of dark moonlight, a series of Teleportation beams lit up, and all the Tea Party Noble Ladies were sent flying into the Medical Room.
The other Tea Ceremony Society members saw the tide had turned and hurriedly gathered up the injured and retreated.
Looking up at that pale ghostly figure standing high on the tree branch, they felt a terror from deep within, knowing this was an invincible existence.
At the same time, they had to bring this news back.
The transfer student from Second Year Class 1 could use magic—she was not a member of the Kendo Club.
But whatever the case, the name White Feather Dove would soon echo throughout the school.
Moreover, White Feather Dove had hidden her surname, though this wasn’t her own idea—it was arranged by Feini and the Faceless Witch.
After a series of training, her magic and swordsmanship had both grown to an impressive level.
Alone, each might not seem extraordinary, but when used together, she could unleash a power far beyond the ordinary. No one would believe she was only a few months old.
“Big White, let’s go, let’s find Fat Nini.” Mix King Qingshamu called out.
“Don’t call me Big White.” White Feather Dove retorted angrily.
The two left this place of trouble, but soon discovered that Feini was no longer in the bushes—only two unconscious Bully Gyaru remained.
Their hearts skipped a beat, and they hurried to pull the two gyaru up, slapping them awake and demanding to know where Feini had gone.
“Lady Feini… please don’t hit me again…”
“Wuu wuu… I can’t take it anymore… let me rest a bit…”
But even awake, the Bully Gyaru hadn’t regained their wits, mumbling incoherently.
“Let’s go back to Camp. Mother must have gone somewhere safe to wait for us.” White Feather Dove said.
“How can you be so sure?” Qingshamu asked.
“Mother and I are connected in spirit. I can sense that she’s fine.” White Feather Dove replied.
Qingshamu really wanted to ask: What about me? Don’t we have any connection as father and daughter?
Anyway, she did have some sort of bloodline sense with her daughter—or more precisely, a magic sense.
What she’d sensed earlier should have been the Dark Moon Power within her daughter, which shared the same origin as her own Moonlight Power.
The two quickly hurried back to the hidden Camp.
“You’re back?”
Sure enough, Feini poked her little head out from the Camp hidden under the tree roots, quickly rushing out to check if her daughter was hurt.
White Feather Dove was also checking to see if her mother was injured.
The two touched each other, true mother-daughter affection, both concerned for one another, and only relaxed once they’d confirmed neither was hurt.
“Mother, look, this is a Steelback Dragon’s Dragon Horn.” White Feather Dove always wore a cold, angelic poker face in front of outsiders, but only showed her smile in front of her mother.
“She did great, drove off all the enemies.” Qingshamu took the chance to claim some credit, smiling gently and nodding, “Looks like she’s absorbed all the swordsmanship I taught her.”
“She just watched me get beaten up, slacking off the whole time.” White Feather Dove tattled.
“…” Feini’s eyes instantly sharpened, looking at Qingshamu with suspicion.
“It’s a misunderstanding, I was just letting her get more combat experience.” Qingshamu looked truly wronged.
“Forget it, as long as you’re alright. Let’s eat.” Feini waved her hand.
Of course, she wouldn’t talk about her own experiences—that was a secret, best not to mention it.
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On the other side, Xueyuedai also crept quietly, slinking back to the Double Tea Party Camp.
But, like Feini, she chose not to report what she’d seen and heard.
No way she could say she’d been beaten by a terrifying little magical beast, right? Absolutely secret, she’d never admit it even if she died.
“My tummy hurts so much… damn Fat Nini…”
She couldn’t even ask anyone for help. If others saw her in this disheveled, humiliating state, rumors would spread for sure.
Xueyuedai slipped back into her tent at Camp, lying down on her cot to rest.
But the moment she lay down, her mind automatically replayed that night of intimacy with Fat Nini in the Spirit Space, pain and pleasure mixed together.
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