"Hello."

In response to the warm greeting from a former teammate, Fu Qian was equally polite.

Even though the person standing before him was almost impossible to uncover his identity.

The characteristic of the Saint Fighters is that although the powers granted by their equipment might be magical and powerful, they themselves do not receive feedback from the supernatural level.

Unless Ice held the Golden Staff of the Sage Old Master, to her, he would just be an ordinary middle school student.

Even with an immature pimple on his nose.

Of course, even so, beneath the gentle exterior, there was an extraordinary aura that was apparent at a glance.

But under the call of fate, the adolescent rebelliousness in Fu Qian made him unflinchingly meet her gaze.

His eyes focused more on the golden helmet rather than her pretty face.

"I thought I wasn’t welcome."

In the harmonious atmosphere, he added another sentence.

"Stay true to your original intention, only then can you achieve your goal."

The rebellious spirit was not about displaying weakness or begging for pity in front of the strong, but was a heartfelt belief.

The Workshop has fallen unaware into hypocrisy; let’s see how I, a newcomer, will rectify the atmosphere.

...

It was apparent at that moment, even Yingzhu and Ben, who journeyed together all along, had their psychological defenses shattered once again.

Seeing Fu Qian responding to the greeting neither humbly nor arrogantly, they thought he had finally toned down, and sighed in relief, only for things to be so smoothly reversed immediately after.

Watching Ice with a bit of worry, the two were momentarily at a loss on how to respond.

"Is that so?"

However, being a Triple Golden Saint Fighter, Ice, who had been less than politely responded to, was only momentarily stunned and her smile became even brighter.

"Actually, I was only a little welcome initially, but now I’m even more so..."

Fu Qian’s behavior seemed not to provoke any anger in her, but instead, unexpected appreciation.

"I like young people with spirit, just call me Ice."

Did she even use her real name?

In response to this praise, Fu Qian glanced at Miss Yingzhu beside him.

The disparity in status was clear.

Even though his response was the self-proclaimed Ring Lord, at this point, he hadn’t even introduced himself yet.

No wonder she was favored by the Sage Old Master and chosen to join the expedition to the Underground Ruins.

Even from the atmosphere among the group, it was evident that although Miss Yingzhu held the authority of the evaluation, Ice clearly had more decision-making power.

"Alright, Lady Ice, just call me the Ring Lord."

But as stated before, true rebelliousness is indomitable.

Facing a potential fate-determining big shot of the Workshop, Fu Qian nodded slightly and made an introduction that was consistently self-assured.

"Summoned by the Weapon of the Hunting Deity."

Even a belief in predestined fate.

Hahaha...

After many days, Lady Ice still maintained her poise.

In the helpless gazes of Yingzhu and Ben, she glanced at Fu Qian’s bare fingers, then continued with a laugh that was highly infectious.

"Alright, come on, go choose your weapon."

After stopping her laughter, she didn’t bother with unnecessary politeness, and spoke with utmost naturalness.

...

It was said there are many ways to pass a test!

Fu Qian’s remarkably efficient progress left the other two deeply shocked.

Although her tone was as casual as suggesting a tea break, the meaning was clear—it seemed Fu Qian had completely passed the test.

However, the issue was, even Yingzhu, who had previously been confident in him, was still shocked by the speed of this interview process.

In contrast, Fu Qian maintained a much calmer demeanor in facing Ice’s inviting gesture.

Luck, often more than just luck, is challenging to comprehend.

The evaluation of talent might manifest simply in the ability to find a Gold Coin, with the rest being risk assessment.

Upon reaching this conclusion, Fu Qian had already decided on his future course of action.

With emotional manipulation as the guideline, ignoring red tape, he strived to express the message "I’m defying the heavens this time" with the highest efficiency.

It proved to be invincible.

In Ice’s undisclosed longing for talent, a combination of innate skill and incurable rebelliousness seemed to fulfill their requirements, saving a lot of bickering time successfully.

"Now?"

After pondering, a rare interest appeared in Fu Qian’s eyes, seeking further confirmation.

"Now."

Ice seemed to answer both Yingzhu and Ben, the next moment walking straight ahead.

"After all, the people in front have been waiting impatiently."

...

Waiting so late... the previously selected trial winners?

This weapon acquisition process is actually a group activity akin to playing mahjong?

While it was a simple statement, it contained considerable information.

Even in Fu Qian’s imagination, he noticed Yingzhu and Ben’s reactions.

Both appeared equally startled.

Uncommon measures, nice.

Quietly concluding the existence of an anomaly, the probability of the Vacuum Flower mission already increased a little more, making Fu Qian even more pleased.

"Then we’re heading back."

Despite the shock, Yingzhu and Oz were evidently very measured, showing no interest in participating in extracurricular activities at all.

"Escorting" Fu Qian, they followed Ice to a Dark Gate, after which Miss Yingzhu spoke up, preparing not to continue accompanying them.

"Alright, thanks for your hard work."

Ice didn’t seem to object, but nodding slightly; a glance from Yingzhu’s face caught a flash of sharpness.

It seemed that some inherent traits were hard to change!

Unable to overlook this, Fu Qian secretly mused at that moment.

Back during the exploration of the Underground Ruins, Ice had already demonstrated an almost obsessive control desire.

Combining with her present demeanor, it better explains a question mulled over back then.

That is, why for such a solemn task was a lineup of men all crowding her chosen?

Even with as compliant a Miss Yingzhu, inadvertently causing displeasure, it’s hard to imagine how much Lady Ice would disrupt the atmosphere if there were more females in the team then.

The root cause of such unexplained displeasure wasn’t so hard to grasp—while not reading the room can cause unhappiness, Miss Yingzhu was overly attentive to it.

"The Workshop is down below, Lord of the Rings."

Next moment, Ice, who had watched Yingzhu and Ben’s departing silhouettes, turned back with a sweet smile, gesturing for Fu Qian to walk ahead, the golden helmet glimmering in the light.