"Would you like something to drink? Ji... Xiaobing, is it okay to call me that?"

Himiko led Ji Bing back to her home, asked Ji Bing to sit down in the living room, and then went into the kitchen to get Ji Bing something to drink.

"Of course, Master Himiko... Sister Himiko."

Ji Bing sat down carefully, with her hands placed neatly on her thighs. She even took off the Snow Burial Frost Feather and put it aside temporarily.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but they both used the names Mo Chen used to refer to the two plant spirit warriors.

"Well, let me see, there are red wine, white wine, beer at home..."

Before Himiko could even finish what she was saying, Ji Bing only heard a bang and then saw the other party close the refrigerator door with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Sorry, Xiaobing, you're probably not old enough to drink yet. Let me see if there's anything else I can drink."

"···good?"

After a brief silence, Himiko, who had been rummaging through the drawers for a while, finally found a box of unopened instant coffee from a corner of the kitchen cabinet.

After confirming that the shelf life had not expired and that there was a mark on the packaging box indicating that the caffeine content had passed the test, she breathed a sigh of relief and boiled water to make coffee for Ji Bing.

She came to the stove, put the kettle filled with purified water on it, thought for a few seconds, then used her plant spiritual power to condense a card with a pattern of hot peppers printed on it.

Sister Himiko, this is... so amazing!

Under Ji Bing's shocked eyes, Himiko put the card under the kettle without any hesitation.

The card transformed into a fiery chili pepper with wide-open eyes, but its size was much smaller than the fiery chili pepper that appeared in the battle.

A red flame started from the stove, neither too big nor too small, and the temperature was just right to boil the water.

"I can even control the strength of my summoned creatures so freely..."

Himiko's control over plant spiritual power and summoned creatures really opened Ji Bing's eyes.

She muttered to herself while watching Himiko's every move intently, trying to learn relevant techniques from her.

As a natural born Frost Pea Shooter plant spirit, with the innate Nine Yin Meridians and outstanding talent, Ji Bing's starting point has already surpassed countless plant spirits in the modern world.

After becoming the sword protector of Snow Buried Frost Feather, under the guidance and instruction of this sword, Ji Bing's control over his own spiritual power has become more and more advanced, and his combat effectiveness has become stronger and stronger.

But when she watched Himiko's battle, she realized that there are always people better than you.

This former instructor from the Red Flame Special Forces had no twelve swords to help him, and his race was just a very common fiery pepper plant spirit.

But even so, she was still able to cultivate to the level of eighth-order plant spiritual power, and left a significant mark in the history of modern warfare with the name of "True Red Instructor".

"I really don't have anything to serve, Xiao Bing, please forgive me. I will prepare it properly next time I entertain you."

"It's okay, Sister Himiko, I still like drinking coffee..."

Looking down at the cup of boiling mud in front of him, the words that Ji Bing was about to say got stuck in his throat.

"Ahem, let's get straight to the point. Xiao Bing came to me to ask if I've ever seen a plant spirit warrior like you who fights with a sword?"

"Ah."

Himiko seemed to be thinking about something and glanced at the Snow Burial Frost Feather that Ji Bing had placed beside her.

"Is it because... these unusual-looking drawn swords?"

"Yes, Sister Himiko, I...want to find people of the same kind as me."

Ji Bing nodded vigorously, indicating that the other party's guess was accurate.

She took the Snow Buried Frost Feather in her hand and slightly unsheathed the blade. An extremely cold air instantly spread out.

The temperature was so low that even Himiko, whose body temperature was usually high, felt a little chilly.

However, soon, Himiko circulated her spiritual power to dispel the coldness in her body.

"It seems that it is correct. Your sword seems to be related to 'ice'."

Himiko paused for a moment, then continued, "And the sword I saw was able to control endless fire and possessed the terrifying ability to burn everything."

"Confirmed, the seventh sword, 'Sins Burning with Fire'!"

Xuezang Shuangling's voice echoed in Ji Bing's mind, and it was difficult to conceal the excitement in his tone.

"The one holding this flaming sword is a legend of the Red Flame Special Forces and the best student I have ever had, bar none."

In Ji Bing's expectant eyes, Himiko finally said the name she wanted to know:

"Federation Colonel, current captain of the 'True Red' team, Yan Yun, the maiden of Yan Yan."

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Euphemia sat down somewhat stiffly in front of the divination table covered with a black tablecloth, looking around while waiting for the divination ceremony to begin.

She was now in Christine's residence, in the residence of an occultist.

There is a gorgeous Persian carpet under your feet, beautiful exotic paintings in front of you, and on the bookshelves around the room are many exquisite and mysterious books.

The outer wall of the crystal ball sparkled, the surface of the moon phase disk swayed gently, and curiosity continued to grow in Euphemia's heart.

While she felt nervous, she also felt a little excited.

The tightly drawn, opaque curtains shrouded the room in darkness, with only a few burning white candles in the candlesticks on the table providing a little light.

A faint fragrance filled the air; it was Christine lighting the incense placed in the corner of the room.

She still had her eyes covered, and with an elegant smile, she took out a stack of tarot cards from somewhere in the room, and then sat down opposite Euphemia.

"I want to ask you again, Sister Euphemia, do you want to try Tarot divination?"

Christine's voice was still gentle. Even though she couldn't see the scenery in front of her, she was able to rely on her intuition to quickly shuffle the stack of tarot cards in her hand.

"Well, I want to try it. I also want to know what my future will be like."

Euphemia came back to her senses when she heard Christine's question to her.

She gently pushed down the brim of her hat and answered very politely.

After receiving Euphemia's affirmative answer, Christine slightly opened her red lips and began to perform a mysterious academic ritual to assist the ceremony to proceed smoothly.

As Christine kept whispering, the already dim light in the room became even dimmer, and even the flickering candlelight became even smaller than before.

But in the darker environment, Euphemia did not panic, but instead felt a sense of tranquility.

"Please draw three times in succession, dear. After you finish drawing, I will give you the corresponding interpretation. The answers you want are all in this magical tarot deck."

Under Christine's vague gaze, Euphemia took a deep breath, suppressed her curiosity and expectation, reached out and drew three cards in succession from the shuffled Tarot cards.

"Is that so, Sister Christine?"

"Yes, please give me the cards you have drawn."

Euphemia obeyed and handed all three cards to Christine.

Gently stroking the three cards that Euphemia handed to her, Christine already had an idea in her mind.

On the first card, a sunflower plant spirit girl is comforting a lion king flower plant spirit.

On the second card, a golden apple is shining under the wings of a pair of angel plant spirits.

As for the pattern shown on the third card, it is a bright star.

"Will, combination, and... hope? It's a very interesting future..."