The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 222: This Is Called Talent

"Today, I'll show you the true power of my Spirit Calling Bell!" Angela snapped, showing no mercy.

But John's eyes narrowed, a playful glint flashing across his face.

He could tell from the technique that Angela wasn't a cultivator in the traditional sense—she was a monk.

Most members of the Grand Theft sect were cultivators, including his irresponsible master, Perry. Over the past ten years on the mountain, Perry had only taught John medical skills and a secret spiritual method. The only thing he left behind was a single secret manual containing a mysterious, unnamed divine skill. Once John had fully memorized the formulas, Perry burned the manual without a trace.

Now it all made more sense.

The Demon Spirit Devices Angela collected were likely fuel for her Spirit Calling Bell—it could absorb the evil spirits and convert them into her own power.

Interesting.

As the evil spirit rushed toward him, John's playful smile widened. Just as Angela was about to attack, he opened his mouth and said,

"Flat-chested."

These weren't just provocative words—they became glowing cyan talismans the moment they left his lips. The ancient script shot out and collided with the approaching evil spirit.

It was like wildfire.

As soon as the talisman touched the spirit, black smoke erupted, followed by a burst of dazzling flame.

Angela cried out and quickly hurled the burning Spirit Calling Bell into the nearby spring. A loud hiss followed as dense steam billowed into the air.

"You used breath to create a talisman?"

Angela's beautiful eyes trembled with disbelief. Since when did Little John get so powerful?

But when she saw the smug grin on his face, she remembered the insult—flat-chested—and her fury reignited.

"Come on! Say it again if you dare! Let's see if I really beat you to death this time!"

She didn't bother using techniques now—just threw herself at him in a flurry of fists and slaps.

She was right in one thing—John didn't dare to actually hurt her.

She was his fifth sister, after all.

So he endured the beating like a man, accepting the consequences of his taunts.

"You still not convinced?" she huffed.

"Yes, yes, yes," John quickly said. "Fifth Sister, you're super talented. I can't compare to you at all."

"Hmph. That's more like it! Why do you always have to provoke me?"

Angela grumbled as she fished the Spirit Calling Bell out of the water. After a while, she calmed down and said,

"Oh, by the way—Elder Brother, my master will be arriving in New York in two days. If you've got questions, just ask her directly."

Her tone softened again, and she called him Elder Brother without hesitation.

John sighed helplessly.

He decided it was probably best to keep his distance from his flat-chested sister from now on—his status was far too fragile to keep teasing her.

"Your master's coming to see me?" he asked curiously.

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"Sort of. But if you dare to talk nonsense in front of her—"

"I understand," John said quickly, rubbing his scratched-up face. "You've always respected me. You'd never do anything rude."

Angela giggled sweetly. "Elder Brother, you're so considerate."

Her smile was so bright that it left John a little dazed.

Putting aside the flat-chested thing, his fifth sister really was a delicate beauty.

Her flawless features could make anyone forget her shortcomings.

And she had a much better temper than his Seventh Sister, Bertha.

Angela might scratch a face in anger—but Bertha would bite. Hard.

The memory sent an involuntary shiver through John's spine.

Just as the two were about to leave, a thunderous crash sounded nearby.

Four men in black robes suddenly appeared in front of them, their killing intent palpable.

One of them roared, "It's this damned girl! She's the one who dug up our old leader's tomb and stole our Demon Spirit Devices! Today, she'll be nailed in front of the grave to mourn his soul for eternity!"

John turned to Angela, his face deadpan.

"Fifth Sister... didn't you say you only rob tombs without owners? What's going on here?"

Angela blushed, rubbing her head awkwardly. "I thought it was ownerless... But come on, it's not that wrong. These guys are from Demonism! They hide like rats, even the Martial Arts League can't find them. This time I just happened to dig up their old leader. It's karma!"

John gave her a look of admiration. "Fifth Sister, you're the embodiment of justice."

Angela laughed. "You're too kind. But now's not the time for compliments—we need to run!"

John blinked. You can tell I was being sarcastic, right?

"Wait, wait," he said mockingly. "You're planning to run? Without even fighting? What kind of cowardly sect is this?"

"What do you know?" Angela huffed. "Haven't I told you our sect's motto is 'Hide First, Fight Later'? Oh, right. Your master didn't even tell you about our sect. No wonder you don't understand!"

Hide first? John was appalled.

Was this the proud and mysterious Immortal Morality? What a disgrace!

He clenched his fists.

There was no way he could accept this. Not today.

Today, he would fight—for the honor of Grand Theft!