I'm really not the god of time.

Chapter 18 Lan Ruoxi's First Move

The defensive barrier in front of him did not explode, but was rapidly reshaped under the control of magic.

These barriers transformed into dozens of flat energy blades, slicing rapidly toward the musician.

The asphalt surface cracked instantly, like tofu, with more than a dozen cracks appearing.

The musician's figure was light and airy, like a falling leaf dodging through the fog.

But Lan Ruoxi's skills far surpassed his; she was even able to control the blade's direction from behind.

The musician realized something was wrong and tried to pull the strings in retaliation.

Lan Ruoxi seized the opportunity and clenched her slender yet strong fingers.

The scattered blades instantly converged, condensing into a tight energy beam that slashed fiercely at his shoulder.

The musician groaned and slammed heavily to the ground.

The violin flew out of his hand and turned into a card, and the music stopped abruptly.

He struggled to get up and pick up the violin.

Lan Ruoxi walked slowly closer and stepped on the back of his hand.

That's enough! Don't waste my time.

She pressed her fingertips lightly twice more, and several beams of magic energy shot into his body, directly sealing his [magic circuit].

The musician froze, completely losing the ability to resist.

Lan Ruoxi instructed:

"He's in your care now. Take proper isolation measures and make sure he doesn't touch any musical instruments again."

The security captain quickly approached and thanked Lan Ruoxi profusely.

"Thank you so much, Senior Lan! We really wouldn't have made it this far without your help!"

Because witches are a group that pursues knowledge, they are accustomed to addressing each other as "senior sister" and "junior sister," and they are not necessarily from the same school.

Lan Ruoxi glanced at her, her face still expressionless, her tone indifferent:

"Don't make a fuss about things that are easy to do."

She was too lazy to be polite to people anyway, and she only happened to witness the musician being dealt with; she didn't take it to heart at all.

On the other side—

Zhang Lingyun and Xia Youran, who had narrowly escaped death, finally emerged from behind the security guard's riot shield.

The two of them still looked shaken.

The high-level combat power that Lan Ruoxi just displayed was quite impressive to them.

Zhang Lingyun wondered to himself, when will I be able to reach this level?

Xia Youran's eyes were a little red, and she felt somewhat unwilling.

She desperately wanted to shed the label of "weak witch" and become an ideal person like Lan Ruoxi.

Just as Lan Ruoxi was about to get back into the car, she suddenly caught sight of the two high school students out of the corner of her eye.

She stopped and looked down at Xia Youran, thinking:

"This little witch is quite good-looking."

Lan Ruoxi then asked:

"What level is your [Awakened Talent]?"

Xia Youran looked puzzled and pointed to her ears, indicating that she couldn't hear.

Lan Ruoxi glanced at her and saw the blood flowing from her ear piercing, then burst into hearty laughter:

"You two little devils are pretty ruthless, daring to puncture your own eardrums."

She conjured pale blue magic at her fingertips and touched each of their ears, instantly activating two healing mantras.

The next second, the sound of the wind in the sky, the sound of the distant waves, and the alarms all around suddenly entered their ears.

The sudden, sharp sound made the two instinctively cover their ears.

After the two of them had recovered, Lan Ruoxi asked the same question again:

"What level is your [Awakened Talent]?"

Xia Youran lowered her eyes, her voice sounding somewhat aggrieved:

"I am a 'weak witch,' with a very low ring number."

Lan Ruoxi frowned and muttered to herself:

"Something's not right!"

She said this because there's an unwritten rule in the witch community—

A witch's talent is directly proportional to her looks.

Although there is no data to support this theory, almost all witches accept it as such.

In Lan Ruoxi's eyes, Xia Youran was so outstanding in appearance that she could never be a "weak witch".

Lan Ruoxi paused, then remembered something and asked:

"Who fired that lightning bolt that just deafened me?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Youran turned to look at Zhang Lingyun.

Lan Ruoxi's gaze also turned in that direction.

She herself is 1.75 meters tall, and with a pair of Mary Jane high heels, she usually has to look down at everyone.

But when looking at Zhang Lingyun, one actually has to raise their head slightly.

This kid is actually taller than me.

Lan Ruoxi frowned, glanced at his school uniform, and said:

"Young man, you've got guts! Are you a recent graduate?"

"Yes, that's right."

Zhang Lingyun nodded, speaking very calmly without the slightest hint of stage fright.

He doesn't seem like a high school student at all; he's more like a composed working adult.

"good!"

Lan Ruoxi casually praised him, saying it in a relaxed tone:

"If you can get into Green Island University, you're welcome to enroll in my classes. I mainly teach the 'Protection School,' and occasionally I'll teach the 'Change School.'"

"oh!"

Zhang Lingyun nodded.

Lan Ruoxi was just saying it casually, only thinking that the kid had a good character and wanted to get acquainted with him; she didn't really take it seriously.

After saying that, she turned around and went back to the car, disappearing into the thick fog in the blink of an eye.

Next, Zhang Lingyun and Xia Youran were called in by the security guards for questioning.

Neither of them were fools; they simply recounted their encounters with the drug dealer and the musician.

Everything that might reveal his secrets was glossed over.

The security guard took their statements.

Then they were reminded that this was an internal conflict within the [God's Kingdom Organization], and were told not to reveal what they had seen and heard that day.

It turns out it's related to the [Divine Kingdom Organization] again; Zhang Lingyun feels the trouble is getting bigger and bigger.

By the time the statement was taken, it was already very late.

They couldn't go to the Golden Rose Club, so the two of them had to take the subway home.

But when they weren't looking, a red-eyed crow appeared and followed them all the way to their dwelling.

On the other side—

Lan Ruoxi arrived at the Golden Rose Club, but the boy Bai Lu had mentioned did not appear.

However, she didn't feel too sorry for it, just thought that the other party had missed a good opportunity, and then she put the matter out of her mind.

Back home—

Xia Youran casually kicked off her shoes and stepped barefoot onto the white oak floor.

Where her little feet stepped, a long trail of white, misty footprints was left, which quickly evaporated and disappeared.

She was clearly not in a good mood today, and was lounging lazily on the sofa.

Her slender, long legs were taut and straight, completely oblivious to the fact that her skirt had rolled up to a dangerous height, vaguely revealing her pert blue and white breasts underneath.

While looking at it carefully, Zhang Lingyun casually asked:

"What's wrong with you?"

Xia Youran spoke sullenly, her tone full of resentment:

"That witch is amazing... she must be the Great Witch, right?"

Zhang Lingyun then asked:

What does "【Great Witch】" mean?

"You really have no common sense at all, no wonder you're always sitting in the back."

"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point."

"A witch with a magic power of 600,000 or more can be called a 'Great Witch.' Correspondingly, there is also a 'Great Sorcerer.'"

"Your [Magic Power] is over 600,000?"

Zhang Lingyun's eyes widened instantly.

His last test result was just over 30,000.

Seeing Bai Lu's surprise at the time, he secretly felt smug, thinking that he was already very impressive.

But now that I've heard it, I realize I was just a frog in a well.

Zhang Lingyun couldn't help but sigh:

"Six hundred thousand [magic points], that's terrifying... No wonder that woman is so strong."