Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

Miya pulled the hood of her windbreaker down a bit, but rainwater still trickled down the brim and into her collar.

She squatted down and used her fingertips to part a clump of ferns that had been battered by the downpour. Underneath them were two blood fairy flowers, one missing a petal, while the other was intact.

She put the whole flower into the side pocket of her backpack, and didn't throw away the broken one; she wrapped it separately in a wet tissue and stuffed it into a compartment.

Even broken petals are still petals. As Bie Chenye once said, there is never any waste in the materials of flesh and blood magic. Broken petals can be ground into powder for medicine, or even fed to tentacles as snacks if all else fails.

She stood up, wiped the rain off her face, and prepared to walk down to the next patch of bushes.

Suddenly, a blinding white light exploded above her head without warning. In an instant, a scorching white beam of light pierced through from the sky to the ground, and then struck Mi Ye squarely.

An electric current flowed in from the top of his head, passed through the waterproof layer of the jacket, and seeped into the clothes through the soaked cuffs and collar.

Miya froze on the spot, her light golden short hair exploding into a fluffy jellyfish shape under the influence of the electric current.

The tentacles instinctively sprang out from the sleeve in an attempt to defend themselves, but the current had already passed, and the petals at the ends of the tentacles twitched slightly from the shock.

Miya looked down at her hand. Her fingers could still move, and her joints were flexible. There was just a slightly comfortable tingling sensation left on her skin.

She moved her shoulder to make sure she wasn't injured.

Its vitality dropped by less than fifty points; it didn't even break a layer of skin.

She looked up in the direction from which the lightning had struck.

Two figures stood on the high ground beside the waterfall.

The girl in the dark blue cloak raised her hands high, the light blue patterns on her fingertips still shimmering steadily in the rain, as she maintained the torrential rain that covered the entire eastern district.

Another girl standing behind her, with short blonde hair, had already pointed her silver wand at Miya's location. A wisp of golden electricity lingered at the tip of the wand, crackling in the rain.

Her gaze pierced through the rain, fixing on Mi Ye, her lips slightly pursed, her brows furrowed.

She had carefully calibrated that lightning bolt; the angle, the landing point, and the power were all calculated. Under normal circumstances, an ordinary examinee would lose a significant amount of health and be teleported away after being hit by it.

But after the lightning dissipated, the little witch with light golden hair just had her hair all messed up. She stood there and stretched her shoulders, then looked up in their direction, and seemed to frown slightly.

"It wasn't aborted?"

Ailan muttered something under her breath, raised her wand again, and the golden lightning at the tip of the wand lit up once more.

But Miya did not give her a second chance to calibrate.

She made her decision after confirming the source of the lightning strike.

Of course, we'd run away!

Fighting a ranged war of attrition against a lightning elemental witch in this weather is suicide.

The enemy occupied the high ground and had a full-coverage vision advantage from the torrential rain, while she couldn't even see their faces clearly. She could only passively take hits, and even if she didn't lose much health, it was still a waste of time. She needed to save her strength to find the Blood Fairy and didn't have time to play whack-a-mole with them.

She turned and ran, using the trees in the jungle as natural cover and constantly changing direction.

Her agility attribute had long exceeded 100, and her burst speed far surpassed that of a normal little witch. In addition, her tentacles extended out from her sides to hook onto tree trunks or rocks to help her turn, making her movement trajectory in the dense forest completely unpredictable.

Then the second bolt of lightning struck the spot where she had just been squatting, turning the ferns that had been flattened by the torrential rain into charred remains.

The third bolt of lightning grazed her back and struck the trunk of an ancient tree, blasting a large section of bark open and sending debris flying.

The fourth strike landed in a puddle less than two meters in front of her, sending water splashing three meters high. Mi Ye dodged to the side, hooked her tentacle onto a nearby tree branch, and flew sideways like a swing, changing direction.

"What's with her speed?!"

Ailan bit her lower lip, her wand chasing after Mi Ye's moving figure, striking out several lightning bolts in succession. Each one was precisely aimed at the position where Mi Ye should arrive in the next second, but each time, Mi Ye forcibly changed direction and dodged at the last moment with her tentacles.

She didn't dodge by anticipation. Ailan was even angrier when she realized this. This girl dodged by sheer reaction speed.

Although it only takes a fraction of a second for lightning to strike the ground from the sky, she made a last-minute decision to turn in a certain direction the moment her tentacles hooked onto the tree trunk, and her speed was so fast that even Ailan's wand calibration couldn't keep up.

Miya ran for a while, then suddenly stopped.

She stood on a moss-covered boulder, turned around, and looked at the two figures on the high ground who were still throwing skills at her. She shook the static electricity from her hair, her expression full of annoyance.

Can you please stop chasing and biting me?

She has over 2,000 health points, and each lightning strike takes away 50. That blond guy had to be struck by four lightning bolts before one of them grazed her. At that hit rate, even if she stood there and let him strike her until the end of the exam, he might not be able to take away even half of her health.

But the more she ran, the angrier she became. She hadn't intended to fight; she just wanted to find Xiaohua quietly. But these two were like that—one was making rain and the other was making thunder, turning the entire eastern district into a thunderstorm scene.

She didn't find a single new Blood Fairy in the past ten minutes; she used it all to dodge lightning. Besides, there weren't many flowers to begin with, and several of them were struck by lightning!

Miya took a deep breath, turned around, and faced the high ground.

Tentacles unfurled beside her, and dark red petals suddenly opened to their maximum size in the rain. Then, she took a step forward and rushed back towards the two witches on the high ground.

"You dare come up here?"

Ailan found it incredible.

She waved her wand repeatedly and unleashed several bolts of lightning in an attempt to intercept them, but this time Miya did not dodge at all.

The mobility of her tentacles, combined with her agility exceeding 100 km/h, allowed her to traverse the steep rock face as if it were flat ground.

One tentacle hooked onto a protruding rock above, while the other tentacle slapped against the rock wall behind her for leverage. Her figure drew an irregular zigzag line in the rain, each change of direction landing precisely at the edge of the lightning strike point. Golden lightning exploded at her feet, splashing mud and water, but her speed did not slow down at all.

Miya leaped from the last rock, her tentacles spreading out to their maximum size behind her, like two dark red wings drawing two arcs in the rain.

When she landed on the high ground, the soles of her boots slid half a meter on the wet, slippery rocks before coming to a stop, and the splashing water hit the hem of Morning's cloak directly.

Miye stood before Mo Ning and Ai Lan, soaked to the bone. Two tentacles hovered beside her, rainwater dripping down the dark red patterns on their surfaces, the dark red petals at their ends slowly opening and closing in the rain.

Mo Ning reacted quickly, withdrawing her hands and the light blue patterns on her fingertips receding from the sky and converging on the ground.

A light blue water ring with a diameter of two meters instantly appeared beneath Mi Ye's feet. The edge of the water ring rapidly extended upwards, forming a water curtain that was rapidly closing in the air.

Water dungeon

A relatively basic control skill in water elemental magic, its effect is to trap the target in a high-pressure water ball until the target's magic power is exhausted or the caster releases it voluntarily.

Mourning's move was far faster and more precise than that of an average test taker, and the water curtain closed in such a short time that his opponent had almost no time to react.

But Mi Ye's tentacles were faster than the water curtain. A dark red whip-like shadow lashed out from the side, precisely piercing through the less than half-meter gap before the water curtain closed.

pia~

The tentacle that struck Mo Ning's waist wasn't actually that powerful; Mi Ye had used most of her strength. But the moment the tentacle touched her body, an impact pierced through her magic circuit.

Mo Ning grunted, and the hood of his cloak slipped off his head, revealing a cold, fair face and a pair of light blue eyes that were momentarily out of focus due to the sudden cessation of magic.

His legs buckled and he knelt on the ground. The water prison, deprived of its magical power, shattered in the air into countless water droplets that scattered all over the ground.

The other tentacle attacked Ailan at the same time.

The blonde girl was still holding her wand, trying to gather one last lightning strike, but a tentacle wrapped around her wrist from below and gently pulled, causing the wand to slip from her hand and fall onto the rock.

Then the tentacle flipped over and gently patted her back, the same whip, the same instant of emptiness.

Ailan immediately knelt down next to Mo Ning, her hands supporting her on the ground as she gasped for breath. Her short, wet golden hair clung to her forehead, and the defiant look in her eyes was overwhelmed by the helplessness brought on by the sudden cessation of magic.

The downpour stopped abruptly the moment Mourning's magic ceased.

The dark clouds began to disperse from the center outwards, as if someone had unzipped a zipper in the sky.

Sunlight streamed down through the cracks in the clouds, casting slanted beams of light onto the damp forest floor, where the rain-washed leaves reflected a shimmering glow.

The sound of the waterfall became clear again, and the muddy smell in the air gradually faded away as the sun shone on it.

Miya stood in front of the two kneeling examinees, withdrew her tentacles, opened the hood of her windbreaker, shook off the static electricity still rising in her hair, looked down at her spoils, and gently exhaled.

The whip had just struck their waists, tearing the clothes on their sides with the tip of the tentacle, leaving a thin red mark on their fair skin.

The torrential rain soaked their clothes through; the dark blue cloaks clung to their bodies, outlining their slender figures, and the white school uniform shirts became semi-transparent, clinging to their skin, vaguely revealing the outline of the small clothes underneath.

The sensation became particularly subtle when the tentacles wrapped around their wrists and ankles and lifted them up.

The dark red tentacles wrapped around the fair calves, circled twice around the ankles and tightened, with the petals just above the ankle bones and tightening slightly.

Another tentacle wrapped around the wrist and secured it behind the back, forcing the person to straighten their back due to the posture.

Both of them had a distinct blush on their faces. They were soaking wet and bound by a stranger's tentacles, left to dry in the sunlight. The shame made them want to die more than the physical discomfort.

Not to mention there's definitely a bunch of witches watching the battle unfold here.

The live chat exploded the moment the rain stopped.

The rain has stopped.

[The maid rushed back and killed me!]

Did she just confront two elemental mages head-on?

[The whip was unleashed before the water prison even took shape; was the speed at which a human could react?]

Wait a minute, isn't something wrong with this scene?

Is this something I can watch for free?

That blue-haired little witch has a lewd red mark on her waist.

Even when the blonde little witch is tied up, she still looks lewd.

The tentacle petals are stuck right on my ankle, I really can't take it anymore.

Can you guys be serious for once? This is a legitimate exam livestream.

Miye retracted her tentacles slightly, freeing Moning and Ailan from the forced posture of straightening their backs, but the restraints on their wrists and ankles remained.

She crouched down, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the two little witches.

Mo Ning kept her head down and didn't speak. Her light blue eyes were half-closed, and her expression remained as indifferent as ever, but the tips of her ears were burning red.

Ailan wanted to say something, her lips moved, but her wrists, which were bound by tentacles, would be gently sucked by the tiny suckers on the inside of the petals if she moved even slightly. The touch was soft and itchy, so she could only bury her face in her shoulder and groan softly.

Looking at Ailan's expression of wanting to get angry but being unable to move, and Mo Ning's profile where her ears were bright red but she still maintained a cold expression, Mi Ye's own face began to burn.

She hadn't thought much about it when she tied up those two little witches before, but this time, their clothes were completely wet, and when her tentacles wrapped around them, she could clearly feel the temperature and curves of their bodies through the soaked fabric.

The nerves at the tip of the petal accurately transmitted the tactile sensation to her brain.

Soft, warm, and still trembling slightly.

Miya felt her ears start to burn.

"...Could you please not make thunder next time?"

Miya looked away, pretending to study the texture of a nearby stone.

"I was looking for flowers, and you guys struck down a bolt of lightning and burned several of them. Aren't you just making a mess of things?"

Ailan looked up and glared at her, but with her face flushed red to the roots of her ears and her lips still trembling slightly, the glare had no intimidating power at all; instead, it looked like she was being difficult.

Mo Ning remained silent, turning her head to the side.

Miya stood up and used her tentacles to lift the two of them up. Just like before, she found a natural depression under the rock wall at the edge of the highlands, just big enough for the two of them to sit side by side.

She put Mo Ning in first, then Ai Lan, and her movements were even gentler than the previous two times. After she whipped these two, their magic power was completely depleted, and their physical strength was much worse than the two examinees who were grazed by missiles. Their bodies were so weak that they had almost no strength to resist.

After settling in, Miya took out two Golden Tear Mushrooms from her backpack, thought for a moment, then broke them into four small pieces and placed them on the knees of the two people.

"Eating this can restore some strength, and it's more effective than hemostatic herbs. Don't chew it too quickly; hold it under your tongue and let it dissolve slowly."

After she finished speaking, she jumped down from the high ground, landed firmly on the ground, and took out her backpack from the side pocket to count the number of Blood Fairy.

Although the thunderstorm just now wasted a lot of her time, it also struck almost all the candidates in the East District, so no one should bother her for a while.

She stretched her shoulders to make sure she no longer felt anything from being struck by lightning, then disappeared into the bushes to continue looking for flowers.

However, after the thunderstorm, the jungle was filled with many broken branches and charred ferns.

Some blood fairies were burned to ashes by lightning, some were pinned down by broken branches with only half a petal showing, and some were blown by wind and rain to completely unexpected corners.

She found several blood fairy flowers with charred edges under a tree trunk that had been struck by lightning. She sighed regretfully and picked the usable parts to keep safe.

The exam countdown continues, and her number of Blood Fairy is slowly approaching one hundred.