Sui Ning had just finished eating and was heading out when Yu Mo and Ruotang finally came hurrying over, panting.
“Sui Ning, you’re so sinister. To deal with us, you actually dragged all the low-level Females into this,” Yu Mo said, trembling with rage as she stepped forward to block her path. “You think these little tricks can stir up any real trouble?
There’s plenty of training ahead. You won’t be smug for long—you might not even survive!”
She whispered that last sentence into Sui Ning’s ear with a soft laugh.
Sui Ning frowned. “This is a training ground with complete security facilities. The guard force alone is sizable. It’s just for building the Females’ physical fitness and familiarizing them with support work. How could there be any danger?”
Yu Mo looked at her in surprise. “Sui Ning, I think you’ve been protected by your clan for too long. You have no idea how brutal survival is out there!
But then again, your clan only chose to support you because they had no other options. How much sincerity could there be?
The training here simulates real work scenarios to a high degree, and it’s quite dangerous. Every year, a hundred or so Females are lost in it, but the Temple Academy covers up the news and gives their families some consolation money.
My dear sister, you’d better work hard to stay alive and watch me lead the White Fox Clan to even greater heights.
And see for yourself the gap between people—we were both supported by our clans, yet I rose from A to S!”
Sui Ning nodded with a light laugh and patted Yu Mo’s shoulder. “That’s why they say we’re family. Thanks for the reminder, dear sister. Don’t worry—in the upcoming training, I’ll definitely survive, and I’ll step on you while I’m at it.
Just like this time—neither of you got Premium Supply qualification, right? Still, your four-to-a-room arrangement and one meat dish plus one vegetable is better than most get. It just can’t compare to mine.”
Yu Mo wanted to say more, but Ruotang pulled her back.
“Female Sui Ning, I know you’re angry that I stole Mo Che, but he and I are in love with each other…”
Sui Ning made a gesture. “Stop. This Ruo… whatever, White Peacock Female, I think you’ve gotten one thing wrong. It was the Beast God who shoved that snake beast at me.
He and I parted on good terms. There’s no need for you to show off your superiority by emphasizing your mistress behavior.
Besides, my Beast Husbands are all far from lacking. By comparison, he really doesn’t measure up!”
Ruotang pressed her lips tightly. “Parted on good terms? Then you wouldn’t have disregarded his life and future, demanding five years’ worth of his resources all at once…”
Sui Ning rubbed her brow and bluntly exposed their thoughts without courtesy. “This Female, you’re already A-rank. S-rank Beast Husbands aren’t just yours to pick from—can’t you think long-term?
If you fancy Mo Che, hurry up and marry him! If you’re unwilling to accept it and only want his resources, why not do like me and find a squad captain?
Yu Mo is foolish. She came from a small place, so her horizons are as narrow as a palm—she can only spend all day staring at me and trying to steal my Beast Husbands.
I thought you were different. I didn’t expect you to also seek a sense of superiority from me…”
Just then, a Female passing by gave a light snort. “Female Sui Ning, you got one thing wrong—this Ruotang also came from a small place.
Why should Females make things hard for other Females? There are so many Males for us to choose from—why fixate on just one?
Besides, Female Sui Ning has already divorced Mo Che. Ruotang, why are you still clinging to this? Do you really think your Mo Che is such a hot catch?”
The other Females nodded in disapproval too. “Everyone online used to say that Female Sui Ning wasn’t good enough for Mo Che. How is she not good enough?
So many S-Rank Males can’t even find a Wife-Lord, and he had the nerve to divorce her? Giving him five years of resources was already letting him off easy!”
Sui Ning grinned along. “My sisters are the ones with clear heads, not swayed by all those people online.
Honestly, they’re not good enough for the best but too proud to settle for less. They’re insecure from coming from small places, so they can only pick on a poor little thing like me who’s cut ties with her family.”
Under everyone’s condemnation, Yu Mo and Ruotang couldn’t hold up. Their faces flushed red and white, and they slunk away without even entering the cafeteria!
Sui Ning smiled and thanked everyone.
“Don’t mention it. If it weren’t for you, I’d never have gotten A-Rank treatment as a B- Female—that’s something I could brag about for at least three to five years.”
“And I got B+ treatment—a four-person room instead of a big communal bunk!”
“Getting special treatment feels amazing. From now on, that’s my goal—I’ll try to improve a little every time…”
Whatever rank you were, that was the treatment you got—it had become everyone’s fixed mindset.
Since the training had Special Supply and Premium Supply tiers set up, those were meant for S-Rank and A-Rank, and at most it was just for show. No one had the guts or the thought to fight for them.
If one or two occasionally did snatch one, then for the next few years at Temple Academy they’d have to endure all kinds of bullying, accused of overreaching and of playing dumb while knowing full well what they were doing.
But now, the Special Supply and Premium Supply slots in nearly every team had been snatched up by B-Rank or C-Rank Females. The competition was especially fierce among B-Rank and C-Rank, and everyone ran with unprecedented exhilaration, as if a path had suddenly been cleaved through the gray haze ahead, making their steps clear and resolute.
After all, the law doesn’t punish the masses—there were simply too many Females enjoying Special Supply and Premium treatment. Eight thousand or so—could anyone really target them all?
Knowing Sui Ning was heading back to the dorms, a group of Females linked arms and left with her, chattering away noisily.
“…The Dark Realm Battlefield is over. After five years of fighting, the Dark Race has finally been driven out completely. I heard they’re already cleaning up the battlefield, and the main force is preparing to withdraw…”
“And I heard that, out of consideration for them, some who’ve earned military merit but have no Wife-Lord will be coming to the training grounds…”
“There’s an opening ceremony this weekend, held as a ball. We need to make a good showing… Anyone who survived the Dark Realm Battlefield won’t be weak…”
“Sui Ning, this time you be proactive—you’re sure to find a Beast Husband ten or a hundred times better than Mo Che! It’ll infuriate them…”
Some Females came from well-off families with good access to information, and they quietly shared it with their newly made sisters.
As for Sui Ning… until she got stronger, do not @ her!
After cutting down the last Dark Realm minor chieftain, Mu Chi let out a soft breath of stale air and led his team back to base. He first swapped in a new Optical Brain and expressionlessly lowered his head to log in.
Gao Chang, his deputy and friend, slung an arm around his shoulder. “Mu Chi, your Mental Irritability Value is at ninety-six percent. HQ is giving you an extended leave—they said the moment you find a Wife-Lord and get your Irritability Value below eighty-five percent, that’s when you return to the unit.”
He had no intention of losing such a key general!
“If you don’t have anyone in mind, you could go be an instructor at Temple Academy. Hundreds of S-Rank Females—you’re bound to find one who catches your eye, right?”
“Nobody else gets treatment like you…”
“Not going,” Mu Chi refused without a second thought, brow furrowed.
“With an Irritability Value like yours, ready to go beastification at any moment, you’re really planning to retire?” His friend couldn’t understand. “You could easily find an S-class Female to lower your Irritability Value. Can you really bear to see five years of hard work go down the drain?”
Mu Chi rubbed his forehead. The rising Irritability Value made it feel like there was a steel wire coil stuffed inside his head, tormenting his nerves every moment.