My Superpower Is Kind of Cute

Chapter 41: What’s Qi Yun’s Brother’s Name?

“That’s not what I meant…” Qi Yun’s voice still carried a hint of excitement. “Mengmeng, what you need to do now is simple: just help me save face.” I froze for a moment, then blurted out instinctively, “Are you out of your mind? I’m practically on my deathbed—what’s there to prove?” By now, I seriously suspected that Qi Yun was on the verge of losing his mind from the stress; I couldn’t make head or tail of what he was saying. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Go ahead and unleash the spiritual power of your Qilin bloodline—let them see just how powerful you are.” “But I can’t control that, can I?” I frowned. If I could use it at will, I would’ve unleashed my spiritual power and run away long ago—I wouldn’t be wasting my breath arguing with him now. That said, the burning sensation in my right arm was growing stronger, and the Qilin pattern that had vanished earlier was gradually becoming clearer. The red-haired man looked at me and smiled mockingly. “There’s no need to keep fighting, is there? You should know who I am by now…” “No, take a look at this!” Qi Yun’s loud shout cut off our conversation as he charged forward again, signaling to me in my mind, “Mengmeng, relax. Feel the spiritual energy within you, focus it on your arm, and throw a powerful punch.” “Why do I have to do this?” I grumbled inwardly in frustration, clearly sensing that Qi Yun had already separated from my body at that very moment. Due to momentum, I was still charging forward; I was now less than a meter away from that man. If I didn’t do something, I’d definitely crash into him and be reduced to a pile of ashes. The red-haired man looked at me curiously, seemingly puzzled as to why I was charging at him like I was on a sugar high. I didn’t have time to curse Qi Yun anymore, so I simply closed my eyes, raised my right fist, and swung it at him, muttering under my breath, “If I’m going to die, so be it. Unleash your inner power!” The moment I swung my fist, a miracle happened. A glow of rosy light enveloped me, shattering the barrier of malevolent energy the red-haired man had emitted. Behind me, a faint phantom of a qilin appeared; my arm shone brilliantly, as if enhanced by a special effect. The tattoo seemed to come to life, constantly shifting along my right arm, while spiritual energy surged from my fist. “This…” The red-haired man, seeing this, was momentarily speechless and frozen in place. He didn’t react at all until my fist was almost touching his chest—only then did he raise his hand to block it. But it was already too late; he was sent flying more than ten meters, knocking over a large tree in the process. Qi Yun clapped his hands in approval from the sidelines, “You’re using it pretty well, aren’t you?” I didn’t pay much attention to the man’s condition; I turned and unleashed a tirade at Qi Yun: “You’re such a jerk! You ran off on your own. If I hadn’t just unleashed my latent potential, he would’ve taken me out with a single combo by now.” Qi Yun cleared his throat and explained, looking slightly embarrassed, “I was just training you to control your spiritual energy. Why are you being so harsh?” “Like I’m going to believe that?” While Qi Yun and I were arguing, the red-haired man slowly got to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He showed no signs of serious injury. He looked at me in astonishment and muttered in a trembling voice, “Is… is that a Qilin?” I was startled and turned my head away, saying nothing. “It really is a Qilin!” The next second, another man’s voice rang out. Right before my eyes, a figure darted out from inside the red-haired man and rushed straight toward me, looking me up and down with curiosity and delight. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. It felt as if I were looking at a carbon copy of Qi Yun and me, and I finally understood what Qi Yun had meant by what he’d just said. Seeing that I hadn’t recovered yet, the figure turned to Qi Yun, his voice brimming with excitement. “Yun, does he really have Qilin blood?” “Mm-hmm,” Qi Yun nodded smugly, looking just like a kindergarten kid showing off his toys. I snapped back to reality and took a closer look at the young man standing in front of Qi Yun. Just from his appearance, he looked exactly like Qi Yun—except he was just a spirit. He had short hair, chiseled features, a muscular build, and thick, well-defined muscles. He was handsome and stood tall, making him look much more masculine than Qi Yun. A quick glance revealed that their faces did indeed share a few similarities. “Who is he?” I asked instinctively, though I already had the answer in my heart—I just didn’t dare to think it through. Qi Yun pointed to the man beside him and introduced him to me, “This is my second older brother, Qi Feng.” “Wait a minute…” I asked timidly, “What’s he doing here?” When Qi Yun heard my question, he was taken aback himself. He froze for several seconds, his expression turning grim as he struggled to look up at Qi Feng and said, “Could it be that you…” “That’s right. I’ve traveled through time, too.” I looked at him in astonishment. “Huh? What’s with this sudden sense of pride? To be precise, you guys are already dead.” “Hold on,” Qi Yun cut me off, looking at Qi Feng in confusion. “With your skills, you shouldn’t have died young like me—a sickly weakling, right?” “There’s more to the story than you know,” Qi Feng said, taking it in stride. “After you went missing, Yun, we were all very worried and searched for a long time. As soon as I heard news of you from Tianhe, I rushed over immediately. But I had a little accident along the way—I slipped and fell into the water. As you know, I can’t swim…” I blurted out, “So another one drowned?” Qi Feng nodded. “Pretty much.” “You two brothers really are quite in sync in some ways,” I remarked with a sigh, while silently resolving to sign up for a crash course in swimming in a couple of days. Qi Yun sighed. “I’ve dragged you into this. I hope no one else gets hurt.” “To be honest, I don’t mind at all,” Qi Feng said with a carefree expression. It seemed he adapted to new things just as quickly as Qi Yun. His tone carried a hint of excitement as he added, “I never imagined there were skies beyond the skies—that beyond our Hezhong Continent there was such a foreign land. And I certainly never expected to meet our fourth brother and someone of the Qilin bloodline here.” I asked softly, “Um… how did you get here?” Qi Feng pointed to the teenager behind him. “I’m not sure either. It seems like he broke something and set me free.” Only then did I take another look at the red-haired man from earlier. By now, he had taken off his gloves; his pupils had returned to black, and his previously tied-back hair had been let down, falling in a center-parted style on either side of his face. He was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, looking almost like a different person—completely devoid of the arrogant, unrestrained air he’d had moments ago, and instead exuding a scholarly, refined demeanor. The man showed no intention of attacking me. With a smile, he approached and introduced himself: “Hello, my name is Bai Ling, the next president of the Supernatural Abilities Research Institute.” With that, he produced a badge—almost identical to the ones I’d seen Wu Peng and Geng Dong wearing last night, except this one was gold in color. “Someone from the Institute?” I furrowed my brow, feeling somewhat annoyed. Why did I have to go through this out of the blue? Being followed was bad enough, but to have someone lay a hand on me without a word—it seemed I’d helped the wrong person yesterday. With that in mind, I grumbled, “It’s my fault. You guys are the big shots. From now on, I’ll just go out of my way to avoid anyone from the Institute, okay?”