Ye Lingxi initially just tentatively touched the Silver Wolf’s head. After all, it was an unfamiliar dog—majestic and imposing, looking like it could eat a child in one bite. She didn’t dare to be too presumptuous.
If it bit her, that would be a horror story.
Seeing that the big white dog didn’t resist her touch, she gradually grew bolder.
Quietly spreading her fingers, she slipped them into the soft, fluffy fur around the big white dog’s neck. The thick, plush fur slipped through the gaps between her fingers, the texture so pleasant she couldn’t help but rub it a couple more times.
The Silver Wolf’s ears twitched, its eyes narrowing into two slits, a contented whimper rumbling from its throat.
Then, its tail began to wag.
Yes, wagging its tail.
Wolves generally don’t like wagging their tails, but at this moment, the tail had a mind of its own.
Not far away, Shi Qi stood rigidly, his cheeks slightly flushed, his gaze drifting.
A Mental Entity and a Sentinel were one and the same—everything the Mental Entity felt was transmitted synchronously to the Sentinel.
So when Ye Lingxi’s hand rubbed the Silver Wolf’s head, he felt it too.
That gentle touch, the feeling of being adored, being caressed, flowed through the mental connection, making him feel as if he were floating in midair.
Ye Lingxi was already beyond stopping. The big white dog’s fluffy fur had an irresistible texture.
The key thing was, this majestic white dog that looked like trouble at first glance had an exceptionally good temperament. No matter how she petted it, it never got annoyed, and it even seemed to enjoy being touched by her.
Who could resist that!
So she couldn’t hold back… and petted the big white dog from the top of its head all the way to the tip of its tail.
Shi Qi’s body was already stretched to its limit. When Ye Lingxi’s hand gripped the Silver Wolf’s tail, he felt as if the top of his skull had been pried open and a bolt of lightning thrown inside…
In that moment, the lightning exploded through his body, a numbing tingling reaching into the very marrow of his bones…
When the other Sentinels saw this scene, their eyes gleamed with nothing but envy and jealousy.
They wished the Guide could pet their Mental Entities like that too.
They lamented that their reactions had been a step slower than Shi Qi’s, that they hadn’t sent their Mental Entities ahead of the Silver Wolf to knock the rabbit aside and save the Guide.
Not far away, Mingzhou watched the scene, his eyelids drooping slightly. A length of black vine grew from his palm—a dark, thorny tendril that wound forth and vanished in an instant.
The black vine that had tripped the Rabbit Beast earlier—his Mental Entity, the Nether Vine.
A Mental Entity like this was destined never to be favored by a Guide…
Ye Lingxi was still lost in her dog-petting reverie. She squeezed the Silver Wolf’s soft ears and asked gently, “How did a dog like you end up here? Do you have an owner?”
The speaker meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart.
Aside from Shi Qi, whose brain had short-circuited, the other eleven Sentinels all caught the oddity in Ye Lingxi’s words.
She didn’t seem to recognize that this dog…
No, this Silver Wolf—she didn’t seem to recognize that this Silver Wolf was a Sentinel’s Mental Entity.
In fact, they had already noticed some clues earlier. Guide Lingxi seemed unfamiliar with many common-sense things.
She didn’t know about Sentinels, didn’t know about Guides, and didn’t know about Mental Entities.
Ye Lingxi was completely unaware of the mental activity of the Sentinels behind her.
Having had her fill of petting the Silver Wolf, she stood up and looked down at the fat, greasy rabbit not far away, her eyes shining with light.
“Big White, I owe you one—if it weren’t for you, taking down this rabbit on my own wouldn’t have been so easy!” Ye Lingxi reached out and gave the Silver Wolf’s head another rub.
As for “Big White,” that was a name she’d come up with on the spur of the moment as a nickname for the big white dog.
Ye Lingxi crouched down, pulled out her dagger, and began dressing the rabbit.
The dagger was sharp, and her movements were even quicker.
A kid raised wild in the mountains—who wouldn’t know how to butcher a chicken or a rabbit?
Before long, she had skinned the rabbit in one complete piece.
Splitting it open and gutting it, she’d originally wanted to roast the whole rabbit, but the rabbit was too big and she didn’t have suitable grilling tools.
So she settled for cutting the rabbit into several large chunks.
The twelve Sentinels watched Ye Lingxi work in bewilderment.
They had no idea what she was doing.
At first, they thought she wanted the rabbit’s fur and considered going over to help skin it.
But then they saw her toss the fur aside and instead cut the rabbit’s body into several pieces.
Mingzhou stepped forward. “Guide Lingxi…”
Ye Lingxi looked up and interrupted with a smile, “Just call me by my name, no need for all that ‘Guide’ business.” It sounded strange.
Mingzhou paused. Between calling her “Ye Lingxi” and “Lingxi,” he chose the latter.
“Lingxi, what do you want to do? Let me help.”
Ye Lingxi raised her eyes. She had actually been about to ask them for help.
“Mingzhou, do you have a pot on your spaceship? Lend it to me.”
Mingzhou looked at her blankly. “A pot… what is that?”
The question left Ye Lingxi stunned for a moment.
But she quickly got her bearings. This was interstellar space—differences in culture and cuisine were only natural.
Maybe they didn’t have pots here at all, or maybe they did, but they just weren’t called “pots” anymore.
Ye Lingxi described the shape of a wok to Mingzhou.
“Round, concave, used for cooking. The material should be metal, non-toxic, and shouldn’t release any harmful substances when heated.”
Mingzhou understood. “I can make one from inert alloy. Wait a moment.”
The next instant, Mingzhou’s body vanished.
Ye Lingxi blinked, staring at the spot where Mingzhou had disappeared, then glanced at the Sentinels around her, who all looked completely unfazed. She silently swallowed the exclamation that had risen to her lips.
Forget it. She was used to it by now.
Distance-shrinking—they could all do it. She was the only useless one here who couldn’t…
About a minute later, Mingzhou’s figure reappeared in the same spot.
When he reappeared, he was already holding a large ingot of metal in his hands.
Silver-white, oval-shaped, about the size of a washbasin, radiating a cool metallic luster.
“There are some spare inert alloys on the ship—high strength, heat-resistant, non-toxic. They should be suitable for making what you called… a wok.”
Ye Lingxi looked at the metal, then at Mingzhou, momentarily at a loss for words.
She had just wanted a wok.
An ordinary, iron wok that cost a few dozen yuan at the supermarket.
But this Commander had brought her an ingot of some unknown material that looked extremely expensive.
“But… how do we turn this into a wok?” Ye Lingxi asked, keeping a smile on her face.
There were no large forging or stamping machines here either…
How was a lump of metal supposed to become a wok?
Mingzhou said nothing, only glancing at Pei Jin, who stood not far away.
Pei Jin’s Mental Entity was a tiger, and he was one of the few in the team who had undergone Secondary Awakening. His awakened ability was metal manipulation—he could control metal.
Without needing to be summoned, Pei Jin had already walked over. He reached out and placed his hand on the silver alloy.
The next moment, a scene that made Ye Lingxi’s jaw drop unfolded!
The silver metal seemed to turn into soft liquid in Pei Jin’s hands, able to be shaped into any form at will.
Following Ye Lingxi’s description, the silver metal became round and concave.
Ye Lingxi’s eyes were already wide as saucers.
This was…
A Special Ability? Superpowers?
“Lingxi, Miss…” Pei Jin’s voice paused. He remembered what Ye Lingxi had said—no honorifics, no “Miss.”
“Lingxi, does this shape work?” Pei Jin asked.
At the sound of Pei Jin’s voice, Ye Lingxi silently gathered up her worldview, which had shattered into pieces on the floor.