No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

I was speechless upon reviewing the past.

Creating something from nothing, condensing some unknown energy into a liquid... what kind of method is this?

Wen Gu searched through his entire mental database of artifacts, professional skills, and hidden talents, but couldn't find any matching entries.

Seeing that the big shots had fallen silent, Tie Kouzhidu squatted in the corner, his lips moved several times, but he still didn't dare to make a sound.

He usually likes to boast, but that's within the scope of his own understanding. The words and actions of the person in front of him have obviously exceeded his cognitive limits. If he continues to boast, it will be like showing off his skills in front of Guan Yu.

Of the four, only the woman in the red dress rested her chin on her hand, her gaze shifting from the teacup to the half of Mu Zhixi's face exposed outside the white feathers.

Yuexi has been in the industry for many years and has seen at least 80 to 100 top players, but none of them can compare to the number one in front of her.

The domestic gaming community is only so big, and most of the top players have already been thoroughly investigated by the major guilds. It's impossible that there wasn't a single word about them.

As Yuexi pondered, she raised her head and glanced at the woman's attire.

White feathers obscured her eyes, and her silver and gold hair cascaded down her shoulders. Combined with her unique attire, the white feathers resembled wings, and her gold hair was like a crown. Her temperament, however, was one of the uniquely Eastern, reserved and aloof elegance.

Yuexi made a judgment: perhaps the other party was not a domestic player, but a top figure from the Western region.

The "Sanctuary Church" where she resides may be an internal faction of the rarely seen "Pantheon".

Only an organization completely independent of the conventional player system can cultivate such unfathomable figures.

Beside him, Wen Gu picked up a pen and similarly wrote down the conclusion of "the great power of the West".

Yuexi ignored what Wen Gu wrote on the paper. She leaned against the sofa, propped her chin up with one hand, and fixed her gaze on Mu Zhixi's profile.

The beautiful woman was sipping water from her teacup, and as she swallowed, the lines of her fair neck undulated slightly. Her movements were slow and deliberate, exuding an innate air of nobility.

The quieter it is, the more it inspires curiosity.

Mu Zhixi put down her teacup, ignoring the different gazes of the four people beside her.

Current followers: 51203

My faith points are approaching the 9,000 mark; it's time to spend some money.

Mu Zhixi retrieved the roster of the Red Moon Branch Church.

[The priest with the broken neck is B-, the rotting nun is C+, and the communion eater is C+]

This setup is barely adequate for a three-star dungeon, but it's far too weak for a six-star dungeon. Although it was upgraded once before she arrived, it's still far from enough.

She called on the priest first.

[Three hundred, six hundred, one thousand two, two thousand four.]

He pressed four plus signs in one go, and his faith value dropped from over nine thousand to four thousand five. The priest with the broken neck also skipped from B- through B, B+, A-, and finally settled at A-.

This is a full four minor tiers of advancement.

After thinking for a moment, Mu Zhixi decided to spend all her remaining faith points, giving over a thousand each to the nun and the communion sharer, raising them both to A-.

The roster now lists three A-level workers. Although their faith value has dropped to zero, this investment has been worthwhile.

After doing all this, Mu Zhixi gave her three subordinates a new order—to meet up with them in the direction of the library.

In a corner of the castle, three eerie figures, their auras surging, exchanged glances.

They then disappeared at the end of the corridor, moving quickly toward the library.

After dealing with all of this, Mu Zhixi finally turned her attention back to what was in front of her.

Wen Gu pushed up his glasses, carefully considering his words.

In the face of such a being, saying even a single word more or less could cause trouble.

"Excuse my boldness, but the techniques you just demonstrated are something I have never been able to find a corresponding skill system in my entire life."

Mu Zhixi picked up her teacup and took another sip of water. She couldn't answer the question. She couldn't very well say that this was just a byproduct of "Holy Domain Glimmer," essentially a healing skill that she had just used as water, could she?

Therefore, Mu Zhixi chose the easiest strategy—not to answer.

Bai Yu stirred, and the beauty turned her head away, her indifferent and aloof demeanor conveying only one meaning: this matter is not worth explaining.

The reception room fell silent for a while, so quiet that the rustling sounds of those eerie creatures crawling along the stone walls could be heard from deep within the castle.

Mu Zhixi's behavior is reminiscent of the kind of manners cultivated by centuries of aristocratic upbringing.

To outsiders, this is the composure that comes with absolute strength.

Just then, Mu Zhixi's sensory network detected footsteps coming from the corridor.

The next second, the door to the reception room was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

Led by Number Six, several people tumbled and crawled in. They were all covered in dust and dirt, with unidentified black stains on their clothes, but fortunately, their limbs were still intact.

Just as Tie Kouzhi was about to ask, "How is it?", before he could even speak, number eleven, who was at the end of the line, suddenly knelt down directly in Mu Zhixi's direction.

"A life-saving grace, a debt of gratitude beyond words!"

His kneeling stunned Wen Gu and the others in the reception room.

Before Mu Zhixi could react, the people who followed her in seemed to come to their senses and knelt down in a row with a thud.

Those kowtows were so heartfelt that they even shook the dust off the floor.

Mu Zhixi: ?

Her hand, holding the teacup, paused in mid-air.

Rusty frowned. "What happened?"

Number 11 raised his head, his forehead was already red from kowtowing, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"No water. The third floor of the east wing is completely dry. There isn't a drop of water in the pipes. There are some wine bottles in the storage room, but they're full of sand when you open them."

"On our way back, we also encountered three strange creatures."

"Three?" Tie Kouzhi shrank back.

"This isn't your average wandering monster." Number Six's expression was grim.

"One of them is at least A- in strength, and the other two are not weak either. We used most of our props and were almost trapped in the corridor." As he said this, he subconsciously looked at Mu Zhixi.

"And then?" Wen Gu pushed up his glasses, his tone becoming serious.

Number Eleven took a deep breath and continued, "We escaped to the vicinity of the library, but those three weirdos... they were too scared to go in."

"At first, we also thought it was a coincidence."

Number Eight swallowed hard. "Later, we came out of the library. We thought we would still be chased, but those weirdos actually retreated after they sensed our presence."

"They're not afraid of us, they're afraid of what's on us."

"A scholarly air," Number Eleven said, emphasizing each word. "Perhaps it's the scholarly air of a library."

The moment those three words were uttered, the expressions of the people in the reception room changed.

Wen Gu's eyes sharpened.

After the game started, the first place Miss Number One went was the library.

Is it...

Yuexi raised an eyebrow, her gaze slowly returning to Mu Zhixi, her interest growing even stronger.

Mu Zhixi: No, wait, three...?!

Could it really be such a coincidence?

She went to the library simply because it had chairs, windows, and a quiet environment—perfect for her to laze around!

"If Miss Number One hadn't gone to the library at the start, we would never have known that it was a safe zone." However, Number Eleven was completely absorbed in his own logic.

"If it weren't for Miss Number One guiding us all to follow in her footsteps, we wouldn't have acquired the atmosphere of the library."

"If it weren't for this aura, we would have been dead in the corridor just now."

As he spoke, he kowtowed deeply to Mu Zhixi.

"Your intentions are so profound; we were too foolish to understand them until now!"

Mu Zhixi: "..." I didn't, I didn't, don't try to scam me!