Extreme Pupil Teacher: Miss Peerless (Supreme Vision Master)

Chapter 63: Just Feed the Dogs

Luo Xinning had chosen this moment to reveal her martial prowess, intent on showing Luo Qingtong that she was no longer the preeminent talent in the younger generation of the Luo family. Her strength and talent surpassed that of her older sister—those precious resources, she believed, were truly hers to wield.

Unbeknownst to Luo Xinning, Luo Qingtong was observing her with a playful amusement. Luo Xinning, unaware that Luo Qingtong's blindness was not absolute, failed to mask the pride glowing in her eyes. For Luo Qingtong, concealing her sight had its advantages, allowing her to watch others reveal their true selves, thinking her completely blind.

"Ah," Luo Qingtong drew out the sound, heavy and laden with implication. "You are a fourth-level martial artist now! Indeed powerful. But sister, you really should be thanking me. Over the years, I've redirected more than half of the resources from the Tianyu royal family and our grandfather to you. Such wealth could train a general! And now you're a fourth-level martial artist? You must strive harder! Otherwise, people might think I've been feeding a dog!"

As she spoke, Luo Qingtong stepped forward and gently patted Luo Xinning on the shoulder, secretly infusing a trace of her power into her sister. She didn't mention her own status as a ninth-level martial artist—a leap in ability due to surviving the chaos at Jiuwu Mountain and claiming the inheritance of the Killing Immortal Palace.

Luo Qingtong knew better than to flaunt her newfound powers. Let Luo Xinning have her moment of pride; the truth would come out eventually, revealing the insignificance of what Luo Xinning celebrated.

The energy Luo Qingtong had slipped into her sister was subtle, non-destructive but unsettling. It agitated the latent risks in Luo Xinning's body from her recent breakthrough. If Luo Xinning were to exert herself fully in combat, those risks would erupt, causing her power to falter dramatically at a critical moment.

Luo Qingtong was not inclined to let Luo Xinning off with a swift defeat. There were far crueler fates than death, and she intended to teach her sister each lesson painfully. This was not merely about retribution—it was about justice for the original Luo Qingtong, whom Luo Xinning had so ruthlessly betrayed and tortured. Death by a swift blade was too merciful; the slow, meticulous erosion of her sister's pride and power was far more fitting.

As Luo Qingtong walked away, leaving the mansion's gates behind her, Luo Xinning remained frozen, processing the sting of the confrontation. The onlookers were stunned—had the eldest lady really just likened the third to a dog?

Whispers spread like wildfire as everyone pondered the transformed demeanor of Luo Qingtong. This was not the gentle, ornamental eldest lady they remembered but a commanding, brilliant force of nature. Her presence seemed to make the world around her pale in comparison.

This was a Luo Qingtong they had never seen before—domineering, intelligent, almost ethereal in her beauty. For the first time, they were witnessing the true power of their eldest lady, not merely a decorative figure but a formidable presence that demanded recognition.