Chapter 195

Chapter 195: Didn’t Want to Fight, but He Had Phoenix Divine Fire—So Jiang Tea Tea Went In

“Shut up! Sister Tea, don’t listen to their nonsense!”

Cheng Lin Yue knew Jiang Tea Tea was carrying golden dragon imperial clan cubs—and more than one. The second she saw Jiang Tea Tea’s eager expression, she panicked and rushed to stop her.

“Don’t fight. The Commander-in-Chief and Zhong Li He’s official levels are above 10S. When they clash, the mental shockwaves get even worse. If you jump in, you’ll get caught and hurt.”

“Exactly.” Sui Xuan Chu shot Huang Da Zhuang and the others a vicious glare and stretched an arm out to block Jiang Tea Tea. “Roommate, behave. If anything happens to you, even dying wouldn’t atone.”

If she dared to rush in, he’d cling to her legs and wail until his uncle stopped fighting. No way was he letting her go.

She was carrying the golden dragon family’s only three cubs. She mattered as much as he did, the heir to the throne. If anyone let her get hurt, he’d fight them to the death.

Jiang Tea Tea pushed Sui Xuan Chu’s arm down. “I’m not going in. I’m not. I’ll just watch from here, okay?”

Look at how scared they were.

Seriously. She was pregnant, not crippled. It was just a fight. If she had to, she could seal her belly with magic power. It wasn’t a big deal.

“Okay, okay.” Sui Xuan Chu patted the floor beside him. “Come sit here. Best spot. You can see everything.”

Jiang Tea Tea’s dark eyes swept the area. Their position really was good—the whole training ground was in view.

Of course, every position was good right now. Everyone else was either sprawled on the floor or scrambling to crawl away. Nothing blocked the view. You could see everything.

Huang Da Zhuang and the other five had been glared into silence by Cheng Lin Yue. They didn’t dare say another word. They crawled over and sat close to Jiang Tea Tea.

Only then did they realize something: the closer they got, the stronger that faint floral scent became. And the stronger it was, the less they were crushed by the psychic pressure radiating from the Commander-in-Chief and Zhong Li He.

Kong Que noticed it too. Sweat soaked his uniform as he dragged his trembling legs over, step by step.

When he was three steps away, that faint scent slipped into his nose, into his body, and seemed to drill straight into his mental sea. The relief was instant, like invisible knots loosening all at once.

He hurried the last few steps and sat down. “Miss Jiang Tea Tea, pardon my rudeness.”

Jiang Tea Tea looked him over. “Dual abilities. One is 8S, one is 9S. Different levels. Your mental sea is tearing itself apart?”

Kong Que’s heart jolted. He stared at her in disbelief. This was the power of a mutant 3S plant-type healer—she could read his ability types, levels, and the state of his mental sea at a glance.

He steadied himself and made his tone even more respectful. “Yes, Miss Jiang Tea Tea. Two different streams of mental power keep fighting inside my mental sea.”

“I’ve had healers try to soothe it. The results weren’t great. But I can endure it, and I can control it. I haven’t let my abilities go out of control, and I haven’t let my mental sea collapse.”

Jiang Tea Tea nodded once. “I see. Pay me one hundred thousand star credits and sit a little closer. It’ll calm the turbulence a bit.”

“Okay. I’ll pay.”

Kong Que didn’t hesitate. He opened his lightbrain, transferred one hundred thousand star credits to Jiang Tea Tea, and shifted closer.

Even with two people between them, the plant-type psychic power and that faint floral scent coming off Jiang Tea Tea steadied his restless abilities and his near-collapsing mental sea. It felt like unseen hands were combing through the chaos, smoothing it down strand by strand.

Other people who’d been flattened by the pressure noticed it too. The moment they realized being near Jiang Tea Tea eased the assault, they started inching toward her.

In the blink of an eye, beyond Sui Xuan Chu and the other seven, rings of people formed around her—circle after circle. She sat at the center, calm and commanding, impossible to ignore.

The instant she drew near, Chong Ming saw her.

Not only did he not stop fighting—he got even fiercer.

It was like he was showing her his strength on purpose, unconsciously flaunting it the way a bird flared its feathers to draw attention.

Zhong Li He was getting pressed hard. Even his abilities were being suppressed. With no choice, he gathered power, formed a fireball, and hurled it at Chong Ming.

Jiang Tea Tea narrowed her eyes. A phoenix bird. Fire ability. Fireball.

Phoenix divine fire of rebirth?

Chong Ming didn’t dodge. He raised lightning.

Lightning struck the fireball, and sparks exploded in every direction.

Kong Que instinctively looked for cover.

Then he saw something that made his breath catch: when sparks flew toward Jiang Tea Tea, they froze in midair, as if they’d hit an invisible wall and couldn’t move an inch closer.

Everyone else wasn’t so lucky. Sparks landed on them, burning into their combat uniforms. They yelped and scrambled to beat the flames out.

Jiang Tea Tea opened her palm. The sparks hanging before her dropped neatly into her hand.

Kong Que’s pupils shrank. It was his first time seeing someone catch the chief executive’s phoenix-fire sparks with bare hands.

Those sparks carried heat and corrosive force. Even combat uniforms designed to resist fire didn’t stand a chance against them.

Jiang Tea Tea pinched a spark between her fingers. It was warm, not scorching—like a firefly caught at night.

Beautiful. And threaded through with a kind of mental power that was hard to describe.

So Zhong Li He really was a phoenix bird, just like Chong Ming. In her eyes, that made him top-grade fertilizer too. She wanted to bury him under her roots as well.

From the corner of his eye, Chong Ming saw her reaction—and his annoyance flared.

One tiny spark, and it had stolen her attention.

He blink-shifted behind Zhong Li He and kicked him hard in the butt.

Zhong Li He took it cleanly and pitched forward. But his body was agile, his abilities strong—he planted a hand, spun, and didn’t fall.

He was about to curse Chong Ming when he sensed someone behind him.

He dodged—only to get kicked in the butt again, sent pitching forward again.

Sui Xuan Chu’s eyes bulged.

When did his roommate get out there?

Cheng Lin Yue’s scalp went cold.

Sister Tea said she wasn’t going to fight!

Kong Que’s mind blanked.

Commander-in-Chief Chong Ming never said Miss Jiang Tea Tea had blink shift too.

Judging by the sharpness of her movement and the force of that kick, her blink shift was as vicious as Chong Ming’s.

So she really was rare. The mutant 3S plant ability wasn’t her only advantage—it was just the only one Chong Ming let the world see.

Zhong Li He tried the same hand-plant spin again, but Chong Ming’s boot came at him once more.

This time, to avoid getting kicked again, Zhong Li He chose to fall hard, slap the floor, and roll away. Then he sprang up and glared at them. “Chong Ming, Jiang Tea Tea—are you two ganging up on me? Sneak attacks, too. Do you have no shame?”

Jiang Tea Tea cracked her knuckles and corrected him, calm as ever. “Wrong. I’m not sneak-attacking you. I’m showing you what I can do.”

Then she tilted her head, eyes bright. “And I’m inviting you to join me in beating Chong Ming for a bit. Interested?”