Hearing Fu Zhu's voice, Xing groggily opened her eyes. Seeing Fu Zhu standing by her bed looking at her, she thought for a moment, turned her head slightly, and spoke in a deliberately affected voice, "Bro, I know young men have strong urges. If you need to let off steam, go find March next door. I promise I won't eavesdrop!"
Fu Zhu rolled his eyes, his expression darkening. "Who would have any ideas about someone still wearing their day clothes while sleeping? Get up quickly, we're heading back to the Overworld. Also... you should probably try to remember what you just threw."
Leaving these words behind, Fu Zhu turned and walked out of the room.
The moment his foot crossed the threshold, Xing's heart-wrenching scream erupted from within the room.
"My Holy Sword! My precious Holy Sword! Aaaaaahhhhhh!"
Fu Zhu stuck his fingers in his ears to prevent his eardrums from rupturing from the devastating shriek.
But it had to be said, Xing's yell was far more effective than Fu Zhu's methods. March 7th and Clara pushed open their respective doors almost simultaneously, poking their heads out into the hallway with panicked expressions, looking around.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
Clara was still half-asleep, rubbing her eyes and leaning against the wall as she mumbled, "Why did Big Sister Xing suddenly scream so loudly? What's going on?"
Fu Zhu removed his fingers from his ears, glanced back into the room where Xing was kneeling on the floor, cradling her phone in both hands and howling at the sky, then turned back to casually explain to March 7th and Clara.
"It's nothing, Xing just suddenly suffered a devastating loss. She'll get over it after a while."
Clara murmured a soft "Oh," then wobbled back into her room.
March 7th, however, walked over to Fu Zhu with a puzzled look on her small face, peeking into the room. She saw Xing hugging her phone and wailing on the floor, and the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"Uh... honestly, Fu Zhu, this isn't your handiwork again, is it?"
March 7th stared intently at Fu Zhu's face. She hadn't forgotten how Fu Zhu had woken her up just moments ago.
Fu Zhu spread his hands with an innocent expression. "This wasn't my fault. She did it herself. I never touched her phone, March. You can't just slander a good person like that."
"Good person? Hmph!"
March 7th pouted,哼snorted softly, turned her head away, and walked towards the main hall with her hands behind her back, projecting an aura of 'I'm very angry and don't want to talk to you'.
Fu Zhu chuckled, feeling that a magnanimous person like himself shouldn't hold grudges against a girl, so he proactively approached her.
"March, can I ask you something?"
"Hmph~"
"March, if I remember correctly, you can create your own arrows to shoot, right?"
"Hmph~"
"March, are you a little piggy?"
"Hmph... You're the little piggy!"
March 7th, embarrassed and annoyed, lightly hammered Fu Zhu's shoulder with her hand, then tossed her hair and turned her head away again.
Fu Zhu could even smell the fragrance of shampoo wafting from March 7th's pink hair as she turned, making him rub his nose, almost unable to hold back a sneeze.
After suppressing the urge to sneeze, Fu Zhu placed his hand on March 7th's shoulder, turning her entire body to face him directly.
"W-what's wrong with you?"
Fu Zhu's sudden forceful action startled March 7th, but seeing him staring at her so intently, she couldn't help but blush slightly.
"March, there's something I'd like to ask you to do for me."
"Just say it... it's not like I can stop you from talking..."
March 7th's eyes darted around, her mind already racing through various romance novels she had read. The current scene made it hard not to think along those lines.
Although she knew very well Fu Zhu probably wasn't going to say those kinds of things, she still couldn't help but imagine it.
Stop it! You stupid brain! Don't overthink!
"March, can you create some arrows for me?"
See! See! Stupid brain, it's not what you were thinking at all!
Although she had successfully predicted what Fu Zhu would say, March 7th couldn't feel happy about it.
She had thought that a beautiful girl like her, blossoming like a flower, would experience all sorts of adventures, and things like those in stories would happen along the way.
But the reality... hehe.
March 7th let out two listless chuckles and raised her hand, conjuring an arrow made entirely of Six-Phase Ice in her palm.
"Here."
Fu Zhu reached out and took it. As he glanced at it, the system prompt popped up as usual.
[Six-Phase Ice Arrow]
[Currently Convertible: Arrow]
It really can be converted!
Fu Zhu was delighted. He then took out the bow he had managed to craft last night and tried firing the Six-Phase Ice Arrow directly. He tested it; it was usable, but he couldn't guarantee that the Six-Phase Ice Arrow possessed the properties of MC arrows.
Although March's arrows could freeze and slow enemies, MC's potion arrows could achieve the same effects. After considering it, Fu Zhu decided to convert them directly into MC arrows.
They might clash with the Overworld forces next. Currently, his only means of attack was melee. Sometimes, ranged attacks were more convenient than close combat, so it was necessary for him to stock up on arrows.
And in this food-scarce Underworld, chickens were extremely rare. Fu Zhu wasn't even sure if chickens existed in the Underworld. If he killed a chicken just to make arrows, the Underworld residents might react like in The Elder Scrolls V – the entire town chasing him down for it.
Therefore, the most reliable source of quality arrows had to be his dependable Little March!
"Little March, could you make a few more?"
......
"My precious Holy Sword... I wonder if Sister Himeko can reimburse this?"
Xing looked at the slightly cracked screen of her phone, feeling utterly tearless. She stuffed it into her pocket, sighed, and started walking towards the door.
Before she could even step out of the room, she heard two very familiar voices from the hallway.
"I can't... Fu Zhu, I really can't anymore... Can we do it later, okay..."
"Little March, your stamina is really lacking. Just one last time, let's just do it one last time!"
"Then... really the last time?"
"Uh-huh!"
Xing, eavesdropping while leaning against the wall, immediately straightened up, her face stern. I can't believe Bro actually went and did it?!
She was just saying that casually earlier! I didn't expect my own brother's urges to be this strong! This is someone else's house! And it's broad daylight!
No, for the reputation of the Fu family, I must stop this!
Xing took a deep breath and immediately jumped out.
"Stop! This is the hallway! Doing it here, aren't you worried about being seen..."
In the hallway, three small piles of Six-Phase Ice Arrows lay at Fu Zhu's feet. March 7th, drenched in sweat and panting, was being supported by Fu Zhu, her body slightly weak.
Xing's gaze fell upon the piles of Six-Phase Ice Arrows. She racked her brain but couldn't figure out how these little props were supposed to be used together.
"Have you two developed some kind of brand new XP?"