Chapter 5: The True Genius

Slowly, the crystal ball began to rotate. It turned white first, then sequentially yellow, orange, red, green, cyan, blue, purple, and ink-black, only stopping when it reached black. Yan Lie was already dumbfounded. What surprised him even more was yet to come. Six colors appeared on the crystal ball: red, silver, green, cyan, blue, and yellow, representing the six elements of fire, lightning, wood, wind, water, and earth, respectively. Gradually, the six elements were covered by black, with a faint trace of white showing through. After a while, the crystal ball returned to its original state.

Qing Mei, seeing that Yan Lie remained silent, assumed she was still a waste. Thinking Yan Lie was too embarrassed to say it, she lowered her hand and looked at him calmly.

"How is it?" Yan Lie swallowed hard as he looked at Qing Mei, stammering, "The spiritual talent is black, the highest grade. As for the elements... all eight of them."

Qing Mei was also astonished upon hearing this. After a moment of stunned silence, she asked, "Aren't there only six types of elements? How could there be two more?"

"Ordinary people only possess those six. Qing Mei, you monster, not only do you have those six, but you also have the rare Light and Dark elements. It looks like Fire is your primary element, Lightning is second, Wood is third, Wind is fourth, and Water and Earth are equal. Light and Dark are the least prominent."

Qing Mei nodded thoughtfully.

"However, you should try to use only two elements when you are outside, otherwise, it will cause trouble."

Qing Mei nodded thoughtfully. She looked up at the sky, then suddenly stood up, remembering that she had been in the space for so long and that Ning'er would be worried if she couldn't find her.

As if he could read her mind, Yan Lie glanced at her and said, "Don't worry. The current ratio of this space is 1:10—one day outside is ten days here. You've only been here for two days, so there's no need to be afraid."

"Forget it, I'd better go out. It's about time for Qing He and Qing Fu, who visit me every day, to arrive. I'll play with them today to save them from bothering me every day." With a flash of thought, Qing Mei arrived in her room.

As soon as she arrived, she heard the shouting and cursing of her third sister, Qing He: "You little slut, get out here!"

Ning'er rushed in, and seeing her young mistress sitting at the table slowly sipping tea, she became even more anxious. "Miss, hide quickly! Third Miss and Sixth Miss are here. Your injuries shouldn't be healed yet, you definitely can't take it. Go quickly, Ning'er will hold them off for you."

Qing Mei remained unmoved. "Ning'er, sit down and have some tea." Ning'er was stunned by this non-sequitur.

"Miss, what are you saying? Third Miss and the others are outside, please hide, Miss!"

At this moment, Qing He, dressed in red, kicked the door open and pointed at Qing Mei, cursing, "You little slut, are you deaf? I called you and you didn't come out. Are you looking for death?"

Qing Fu, wearing a pink gauze dress, stood to the side with her arms crossed, watching coldly.

Qing Mei glanced at them, then turned to ask Ning'er, "Ning'er, did you hear someone shouting just now? Why did I only hear a mad dog barking?"

"Miss..." Ning'er tugged at Qing Mei's sleeve worriedly.

Qing He exploded upon hearing this. "Fine, you little slut, are you calling me a dog?"

Qing Mei looked at Qing He with feigned concern. "Sigh, it seems Third Sister is getting old; she can't even hear clearly anymore."

Qing Mei shouldn't have said that; it only made Qing He even more furious. She was clearly only seventeen—how could Qing Mei call her old?

"Slut, I'll beat you to death!" Qing He drew the whip from her waist and lashed out at the face that made her so jealous she could die.

Qing Mei agilely pulled Ning'er aside to dodge.

"Ning'er, just stand here."

"But, Miss, you..."

"I have my own ways." Before Ning'er could finish, Qing Mei interrupted her. Qing Mei's agile movements truly surprised Qing He and Qing Fu, but they clearly still didn't take her seriously.

"Who are you calling a little slut?" Qing Mei asked, feigning anger. "The little slut is obviously you," Qing He, being thick-headed, immediately retorted. "Oh, so Third Sister admits she is a little slut."