Otherworldly Skeleton Evolution

Ice-blue locks cascaded down her back, the exposed skin as smooth as fine jade.

Her figure remained petite and delicate, unchanged from the past.

Standing beside Qian Chonglang, she resembled not a cousin, but a little sister eight years his junior.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng remained hidden, not yet revealing himself from within A Silly Cutie’s shadow.

Perhaps this was an archer’s instinct at play.

Or, possibly, it stemmed from a discovery she had made.

In her expression, Jiang Cheng detected a flicker of something unusual.

Among the three disciples he had taught, Qian Shanxue was the most diligent, obedient, and clingy.

Back then, this little lady had been rejected from the national archery team due to her height.

So she registered a game account and came to vent her frustrations.

In her frenzy, she fired a barrage of arrows at a wild monster, drawing his attention.

At that time, Jiang Cheng noticed that although this furious little lady’s emotions were in disarray, not a single arrow she shot missed its mark.

This indicated that her skill wouldn’t be affected by her mood.

Moreover, despite only being Level 1 and not having learned any skills, she could shoot arc arrows and four arrows simultaneously, among other advanced techniques.

His curiosity piqued, Jiang Cheng created a Level 1 alt and challenged her to a duel.

To his embarrassment, he lost, even without using any divine techniques.

However, after the match, he wasn’t afraid of losing face. He directly revealed his identity.

He asked if she was willing to become his disciple and explore the intricacies of the archer class together.

Perhaps moved by his sincerity and brazenness, they became inseparable as master and disciple.

From then on, he often brought Qian Shanxue to level up and fight bosses.

He taught her game techniques and encouraged her not to give up on her dream of joining the national archery team.

They were always together, sparring, solo challenging guilds, participating in competitions, and taking on masters. They became the most enviable master-disciple pair in Mythic.

After each match, they would return to their guild, close the door, and secretly hide in the guild leader’s room, discussing and analyzing the techniques and intentions behind the moves of those experts.

Over the course of three years, they forged a bond as both master and friend.

If not for the car accident that forced him to quit the game, they would likely still be together, discussing and innovating new divine techniques.

He still remembered his favorite thing to say to her: “Don’t lose heart. You’ll still grow taller.”

Who would have thought… meeting again, she was still that little lady who couldn’t grow any taller, while he had become a cold skeleton.

“Truly, fate makes fools of us all,” Jiang Cheng mused, a hint of wistfulness in his tone.

The black ice flames in his eyes blazed fiercely as he watched Qian Shanxue take small steps, passing by Qian Chonglang and slowly approaching him.

“Hello. I heard your skill is quite high, and even my disciple is no match for you. Care for a spar?”

Qian Shanxue arrived in front of Zhang Mengmeng, who was a head taller than her, a kind smile on her face as she extended her right hand.

But Zhang Mengmeng found it quite bizarre. Why did Qian Shanxue’s right hand reach past her body and hover behind her?

This left Zhang Mengmeng at a loss, unsure if she should turn around and shake her hand…

Or if she shouldn’t…

Until a black skeletal hand, wreathed in flickering dark flames, reached out and gently grasped Qian Shanxue’s delicate little hand.