Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

Chapter 95 unlocked creative mode, instantly transforming the seaside villa into a scenic mountain estate!

Wanwan laughed out loud, her clear eyes full of mischief.

"Hey, you can't bully us like that anymore. A ruthless emperor has joined the group. If you dare touch anyone's body again, be careful, Little Nannan will wipe you out of the world of Shrouding the Heavens with just one look."

Ye Chen's lips twitched slightly: "I don't know if she can erase me, but I do know that she can't even afford a steamed bun right now."

"Furthermore, even if she is the Dao Fruit of the Ruthless Great Emperor, at this point in time, the Ruthless Great Emperor herself is asleep, and only the Dao Fruit is out there. How much power can a Dao Fruit without a physical body to support it have?"

Nalan Yanran raised an eyebrow: "Are you going to gamble?"

"I'm betting on the truth."

Ye Chen tapped his fingers lightly twice on the armrest. "Besides, how can you be sure she's the little girl after she fell into a deep sleep?"

"Perhaps she was Xiao Yinnan before she became the Ruthless Great Emperor. Back then, she was just an ordinary little girl. Her brother had just been captured by the Feathered Divine Dynasty and sacrificed, and she had not yet embarked on the path of cultivation."

The living room was quiet for a moment.

Wanwan tilted her head, her tone tinged with uncertainty: "What you said makes sense, but the system gave her three question marks for her identity, which means even the system itself isn't sure. So, if we keep guessing here, we won't get any results."

Lin Daiyu nodded in agreement. "Sister Wanwan is right. Instead of guessing here, let's see what talent the group leader can gain from Xiao Nannan."

"The level of her talent may reflect the true identity of the little girl."

Little Dragon Girl unusually agreed.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into the dark blue light curtain.

A moment later, he opened his eyes.

But his eyes were filled with suspicion.

Seeing Ye Chen's appearance, Wanwan's curiosity was like being scratched by a cat's claw, and she couldn't suppress it no matter what.

She stood up from the sofa, her bare feet touching the cold stone floor, walked around the coffee table to Ye Chen, bent down and looked closely into his eyes.

"Just tell me what kind of talent it is!"

Ye Chen raised his head and looked at the face so close to his.

His eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, and his eyes were like autumn waters rippling across the surface. His face was reflected in those clear eyes, and his eyelashes were long and curled, like two small fans.

"Once the new person joins the group, you can ask her yourselves."

Wanwan paused for a moment, then frowned, and two small flames ignited in her eyes.

"Why are you like this? You only tell half the story, are you a storyteller?"

Ye Chen leaned back on the sofa, his hands behind his head, looking relaxed.

"That's called maintaining mystery and keeping things interesting. If I just told you the answer, it wouldn't be fun at all!"

Wanwan was so angry that she gritted her teeth and slapped him on the shoulder.

She used three-tenths of her strength in that slap, after all, the previous example was right in front of her, and the slap in the face still hurt.

But if only three-tenths of the force hits the shoulder, it shouldn't cause any serious injury.

Ye Chen didn't move an inch, and even tilted his head, signaling her to continue with his eyes.

But Wanwan seemed to have been bitten by something, and she suddenly pulled her hand back, shook it twice, and the expression on her face changed from anger to grievance, and then from grievance to gritting her teeth.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts—"

She looked down at her palm, which had turned bright red again.

Nalan Yanran leaned back on the sofa, watching Wanwan's discomfiture. A slight smile appeared on her lips as she picked up her teacup, took a sip, and used the rim of the cup to hide her laughter.

Lin Daiyu looked down at the teacup in her hand, her delicate eyebrows slightly relaxed, as if she was struggling to suppress a laugh.

Little Dragon Girl still maintained her aloof and ethereal appearance, but the light in her eyes flickered slightly, as if she were looking at something interesting.

Seeing Wanwan's pained and angry expression, Ye Chen reached into his sleeve, took out the jade bottle containing the medicine, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it towards her.

"Apply some medicine; if you keep patting your hand like this, it might really be ruined."

"You still dare to talk back!"

Wanwan glared at him, picked up the jade bottle, uncorked it, poured some medicine into her palm, and began to apply it while grimacing.

The atmosphere in the living room relaxed.

The group started chatting casually again, from their status as newcomers to the arrangement of the shared space, and then from the arrangement to the interesting things that had happened in their respective worlds recently.

Ye Chen leaned back on the sofa and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the armrest.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, his brow twitched slightly, and the deep blue light screen in the depths of his consciousness unfolded the management interface of the shared space.

The permissions section clearly states "Group Owner - Full Control," with a smaller note below.

It can arbitrarily modify all terrain features and building layouts within the space, with zero consumption.

He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips, and lightly traced a line in the air with his fingertip.

The entire shared space seemed to be held by an invisible hand, and with a gentle shake, the world was transformed.

The azure sea fades from view, and the white sand transforms into layers of blue stone steps that wind their way up.

The uniquely designed seaside villa slowly dissolved in the light, only to re-emerge higher up on the mountainside.

The gray stone walls have been replaced by blue bricks and gray tiles, and the deep blue roofs have been replaced by upturned eaves. Several ancient pine trees peek out from between the stones, their branches twisting and turning like dragons and snakes.

Mist rose from the valley, swirling around the eaves and ancient pines, enveloping the entire manor in a hazy, ethereal atmosphere.

In the distance, a waterfall cascades down, its waters gurgling, and a faint rainbow arches across the sky in the sunlight.

The seaside villa is gone.

Instead, a rustic and elegant mountain and water manor was built, nestled against the mountains and beside the water.

Wanwan was drinking tea on the sofa when she suddenly felt a change in the sensation under her feet.

Looking down, she noticed that the off-white leather sofa had somehow been replaced by a rosewood official's hat chair, and the soft cushions had become hard, making her back ache.

"What's going on?"

She stood up and looked around.

The living room is still the same living room, but the style is completely different now.

The stone slab floor was replaced with blue brick flooring, with a thin layer of moss growing in the gaps.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were replaced with carved wooden windows, and the white gauze curtains were replaced with bamboo curtains, which made a soft rustling sound when the wind blew.

Even the white porcelain tea set on the coffee table has been replaced with a purple clay one, and a small bronze incense burner has been added next to it, with wisps of smoke rising from it.

Nalan Yanran looked down at the armchair she was sitting in, then at the palace lantern hanging from the crossbeam above her head, and her lips twitched slightly.

"What are you doing—"

"I started a creative mode."

Ye Chen leaned back in his official's chair, hands behind his head, looking relaxed. "Tired of living in a seaside villa? How about a different style, a mountain and water manor?"