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

Chapter 97 Talent: Beyond the Mortal World!

Not within the mortal world —

This talent doesn't grant her any attack power, defense power, or speed up her cultivation.

It grants an exemption!

The little girl closed her eyes, feeling that mysterious power flowing through her body.

The so-called immunity means that her existence will not follow the underlying rules of this world.

Fate cannot see her, cause and effect cannot grasp her, heavenly tribulations cannot lock her, and even the concept of death is optional for her!

Translated into the worldview of "Covering the Sky," the effect would be: all methods of locking, tracking, and causality would be ineffective against her.

She cannot be seen by prophecy, cannot be predicted by divination, and cannot be tracked by anyone by remembering her aura.

When the great calamity of heaven and earth arrived, she was not on the list of those to be afflicted.

But the price is that she doesn't have the advantage of destiny, the aura of a chosen one, or any divine favor; she has to rely on herself for everything.

The little girl opened her eyes and looked down at her dirty little hands.

This talent perfectly matches the premise of a ruthless person with an extraordinary mortal body defying the heavens. She didn't have a privileged destiny; she relied solely on her own talent.

Passion and obsession forced them to forge a path.

That's impressive.

But now she's just a little beggar.

If she had a choice, she would prefer steamed buns!

Her stomach let out another long gurgle, and the little girl pressed her hand to her stomach, her lips twitching slightly.

What's the use of being incredibly talented? Talent can't put food on the table.

Steamed buns, steamed buns, steamed buns!

Say the important thing three times.

She licked her lips and looked up at the group member list in the upper right corner of the screen.

Wanwan, Nalan Yanran, Lin Daiyu, Ziling, Xiaolongnu—she had seen these names in novels before she transmigrated.

Those who can join this group are probably not ordinary people. According to the tropes of time-travel novels, the group members are all big shots who love to show off and mentor younger members.

What's even more surprising is that the group owner is also named Ye Chen, the same name she had before she transmigrated.

The little girl's eyes lit up; maybe she could try to establish a connection with some relatives!

She stood up from the base of the wall, dusted herself off, and began typing on the virtual keyboard.

Before she could finish typing, her stomach growled again. She gritted her teeth and typed out the last few words before sending them.

Little Girl: @Group Owner, what a coincidence! We were family five hundred years ago!

The message was sent out, and the other party replied almost instantly.

Group Owner Ye Chen (My Brother is the Heavenly Emperor): Of course, we are indeed family!

The little girl paused for a moment, stared at the words for two seconds, and then unconsciously smiled.

The group owner is quite nice; he's approachable and doesn't act aloof or pretentious like some group owners in novels.

She was preparing to send another message to try and get closer to the group admin, hoping to get some benefits out of him.

Suddenly, another line of text popped up on the screen.

Witch Pavilion Wan: Newcomers, don't be fooled by the group owner. Actually, we are all Ye Chen, just from different times and spaces. We are connected through countless "me"s and "me".

Nalan Yanran followed closely: "If the newcomer doesn't believe me, you can look at all of our profiles; it's all there. Actually, we were all the same person before we transmigrated."

The little girl's smile froze on her face.

All alone.

What does "me and him" mean?

She subconsciously opened the group member list and scrolled down one by one, starting with the group owner at the top.

Group owner Ye Chen, real name Ye Chen.

The Witch Wan Guan, whose real name is Ye Chen.

Nalan Yanran, real name Ye Chen.

Lin Daiyu's real name was Ye Chen.

Zi Ling, whose real name is Ye Chen.

Xiaolongnu's real name is Ye Chen.

The little girl stared at the long list of Ye Chen's names, her eyes widening, her mouth slightly open, looking like a little clay doll frozen in place.

She swiped her finger across the screen, then swiped it again, looking at it over and over again to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

Holy crap.

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!

So everyone in this group is herself?

They simply traveled to different worlds and became different people.

Some became witches, some became the young master of the Yunlan Sect, some became Lin Daiyu, and some became Little Dragon Girl.

And she was a ruthless person when she was young.

The little girl leaned against the wall, looking up at the sky above her, which was cut into a narrow strip by the high wall, and remained silent for a long time.

Good heavens, what the hell are you doing?

One version of oneself traveling through time isn't enough; countless versions of oneself must travel through time simultaneously, bringing together both adults and children. Is this some kind of family reunion?

She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, her fingers tapping on the virtual keyboard.

Little girl: So, we're all on the same side?

Witch Wanwan: Of course.

Nalan Yanran: What else did you think?

The little girl's eyes lit up, and her previously curled-up body suddenly straightened up, a bright smile blooming on her dirty little face.

Little girl: Quick, quick, bring me some food! I'm starving!

The group chat was silent for a moment.

Witch Wan Niang: You're in such a miserable state?

Little girl: I haven't had a proper meal in three days. I just squatted outside the steamed bun shop for ages, but I couldn't even get a bun wrapper. The uncle selling the buns even chased me away with bamboo tongs, calling me a stinking beggar.

Lin Daiyu: That's pitiful. Although I didn't have a very good life in the Rongguo Mansion, I never lacked food or shelter.

Zi Ling: What's the situation on your end? Isn't the Big Dipper Star Region pretty big? You shouldn't go hungry if you just find some work to do, right?

Little girl: I'm only three years old, who wants me to do chores?

The group chat fell silent for a moment.

Zi Ling: That's true.

Witch Wanwan: Three years old? You're way too young. When I transmigrated, I was only a few years old too, and I started from scratch, but at least I didn't have to worry about food.

Little girl: Stop making sarcastic remarks. Is there anyone who can give you something to eat?

Witch Wan Guan: No problem. We might lack other things, but we have plenty of food.

The little girl suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Chat groups are so advanced; you can even send food messages. This is so convenient.

A system notification suddenly popped up on the screen.

The Witch's Mansion has initiated a group video call. Would you like to join?

The little girl nodded in agreement almost without hesitation.

The scene unfolded instantly, and the little girl's vision was filled with a bright, warm light.

The entire landscape of Shanshui Manor unfolds on the light screen, with its blue bricks, gray tiles, and upturned eaves.

Ancient pines extend diagonally from both sides of the stone steps, their branches twisting and turning like dragons and snakes.

Mist slowly rose in the valley, entwining the eaves and pine branches, enveloping the entire manor in a hazy, ethereal atmosphere.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, casting dappled golden patches on the bluestone ground.

Under the corridor, beside the flowerbeds, and next to the ancient pine trees, several women sat or stood, each in a different posture.

The lady in white held a wine cup and tilted her head to look around, while Nalan Yanran in a moon-white dress admired orchids with her hands behind her back, and Ziling in purple was walking over leisurely.

There was also Lin Daiyu, wearing a pale yellow jacket, squatting by the flowerbed, scattering flower petals into the pit.

And Little Dragon Girl, dressed in white as snow, stood under the ancient pine tree, looking up at the branches.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, and mist swirled between the eaves. Several women strolled leisurely, like a still frame of a painting.

Six women, six figures, were scattered throughout the Mountain and Water Manor, each doing their own thing.

Sunlight, mist, ancient pines, flying eaves, bluestone, flower petals—everything is as beautiful as a meticulous painting.

The little girl stared blankly at the scene, her mouth slightly open, forgetting to close it for a moment.

Then she saw the person in the corner.

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