Who says I can't become a Grand Master?

Chapter 21 Please, sister, stop using your supernatural powers!

Zhang Qingzhe's heart pounded wildly.

What exactly happened?

Could it be that Ding Yongkai hired someone to harm his family?

Could it be that those beasts... bullied my sister?

Although my younger sister is a witch, she possesses hundreds of magical circuits within her body.

But it's clear that she's not a [battle-type witch].

Moreover, he is still just a high school student and lacks a clear understanding of the dangers of society.

It is entirely possible that you could be framed by those unscrupulous villains.

Zhang Qingzhe was seething with anger, but he remained calm on the surface.

He threw down his schoolbag and scooped his sister into his arms.

He reached out and touched his sister's thigh, pinching up a pool of thick, fresh blood.

"What happened?"

Zhang Qingzhe's voice didn't tremble; instead, it became even colder than usual.

This seemed to frighten the little sister in his arms.

She looked up in surprise. "Brother... what's wrong?"

"I'm asking you this!" His arm tightened involuntarily. "What happened to you? Did someone bully you?"

The younger sister hesitated for a moment before slowly saying, "No..."

"And this blood..."

"I want to try out [chicken blood divination]..."

The younger sister's voice trailed off, sounding a little guilty, "But it doesn't seem to be going well. After the chicken's head was chopped off, it was still running around in the kitchen, which really terrified me..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qingzhe's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, followed by a surge of helpless frustration that made him both laugh and cry.

He released his sister and sighed softly, "Can you please stop doing all this superstitious stuff at home?"

"What kind of mystical stuff is this?"

The younger sister immediately raised her head, her pretty face full of indignation. "Brother, this is discrimination against the [Prophecy School]! Just because we don't belong to the eight major schools, does that give you, the [Energy Shaping School], the right to look down on us?"

"Alright, alright, don't bring your academic disputes home."

Zhang Qingzhe pulled out a few tissues and wiped the bloodstains from his hands. "That scared me just now. I thought it was..."

"What is it?" the younger sister blinked.

"Hmm..." Zhang Qingzhe paused for a moment before continuing, "You cut your finger."

"No, not at all. It's just that the chickens are a bit of a problem. What should we do now?"

Zhang Qingzhe took the knife and said resignedly:

"Go take a shower, I'll take care of the chicken."

"Brother, what are you planning to do?"

"What else can we do?" Zhang Qingzhe rolled up his sleeves. "Winner winner, chicken dinner tonight!"

"oh!"

Upon hearing that there was something delicious to eat, the younger sister immediately forgot all her frustration from the failure.

As she turned and walked toward the bathroom, she began to tear off her dirty clothes, casually stepping off her white stockings.

My feet left a trail of sweaty footprints on the milky white floor, but they quickly evaporated.

Zhang Qingzhe breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling at ease, and walked into the messy kitchen.

The kitchen looked like it had been the site of a natural disaster.

The chicken's head lay alone in the corner, while its headless body continued to flutter.

A sheet of yellow paper was laid on the kitchen counter, with a large amount of chicken blood sprinkled on it.

Zhang Qingzhe speculated that "chicken blood divination" probably involved observing the shape of the blood droplets after the chicken's throat was cut to predict good or bad fortune.

In this world where magic reigns supreme, Zhang Qingzhe didn't know whether this thing could be considered a "science".

Anyway, he personally finds it a bit hard to accept.

Thinking about it that way, he even felt that it would be better to let his sister apply for the [Sculpting School].

Even if she followed Xia Qiwei and became "bad," turning into a grumpy witch who throws fireballs indiscriminately.

It's better than staying at home all day and engaging in these mysterious rituals.

If she accidentally summons some octopus-headed deity one day, then this house will be uninhabitable.

While thinking helplessly, Zhang Qingzhe skillfully grabbed the chicken's body.

He unleashed the [Mage's Hand], with all four hands moving simultaneously, like a surgeon performing open-chest surgery.

Remove the feathers, gut the animal, clean it, chop it into pieces, heat the pan, add oil, and sauté ginger and garlic until fragrant.

In the blink of an eye, it was all done in one go!

Finally, drizzle a ring of cooking wine over the top, and the strong aroma mixed with the wok's smokiness suddenly fills the entire kitchen.

My younger sister, who had just finished bathing, came running over like a little glutton, drawn by the scent.

"Brother, it smells so good!"

My younger sister was wrapped in a pure white bath towel, with tiny water droplets clinging to the ends of her hair.

A patch of skin was exposed at the top edge of the bath towel, as delicate as white porcelain soaked in water.

The towel hem just passed her knees, revealing her shapely and straight calves, with her feet arched in an elegant curve and her toes unconsciously curling.

Zhang Qingzhe glanced at her and said helplessly, "Couldn't you have put on some clothes before running out?"

"What does it matter?" the younger sister said dismissively, even swaying her hips. "Anyway, there are no outsiders at home."

"Ugh!"

Zhang Qingzhe gave up lecturing.

He knew that most witches were stubborn, and he figured it would be difficult for him to persuade her.

"Clear the table, we can eat right away."

"oh!"

The younger sister responded cheerfully, then tilted her head with a very sensitive look and asked, "But... Brother, what's wrong? You seem particularly nervous today."

Are you nervous?

Zhang Qingzhe looked up and thought for a moment.

When he opened the door and saw the blood under his sister's body, he was extremely nervous; his heart was pounding.

Thinking about it this way, this sense of insecurity is largely caused by that bastard Ding Yongkai.

It seems I still urgently need to improve my skills.

This is not only to protect the business of the cards, but also to protect the relatives and friends around us.

In this world where magic reigns supreme, weakness itself is a sin.

Only by gaining sufficient strength can one truly feel at ease.

***

Using his evenings, Zhang Qingzhe produced another batch of No. 8 batteries.

He fed the World Card one by one until the Magic Circuit expanded to thirty.

He only had to stop when he felt he couldn't take it anymore.

Then, I put the remaining size 8 batteries into a brown paper bag and gave it to Wang Dong to sell tomorrow.

Zhang Qingzhe felt the demonic energy flowing through his body, and an unprecedented sense of power permeated his entire being.

He got up with great interest, faced the empty space in the room, and assumed a boxing stance.

He threw several swift jabs at the imagined enemy.

Both the power of his punches and the speed of his retraction and release have made significant progress compared to before.

When the force of the punch cut through the air, it even produced a "crackling" sound.

It does have a bit of the charm of the "Five-Strike Lightning Whip".

Just as Zhang Qingzhe was smiling with satisfaction, two knocking sounds suddenly came from the wall.

"Brother...don't make 'slap slap slap' sounds next to your sister."

"What 'slap slap slap'? Don't talk nonsense, go to sleep early," Zhang Qingzhe replied in a low voice.

"I was already asleep, but you woke me up with a 'slap slap'..."

"Okay, I got it, let's sleep together." Zhang Qingzhe put away his fist and turned over to lie down on the bed.