Invincible from Seeing the BOSS's Health Bar

Because she has only just been reborn not long ago, and on top of that was kidnapped, she can use being overly frightened as an excuse to disguise herself. Right now, Qin Er’s situation is quite safe.

Listening to her ”good sister” talking, Qin Er merely felt that her ”good sister” had just run into a few unreasonable people.

But on the surface, she very earnestly nodded along, her expression perfectly in place.

When you can’t speak, if your expressions don’t keep up either, that’s when you’re truly screwed.

Sure enough, the Bidding Girl really lapped it up. With a turn of her tongue, she started loudly cursing the country folk who had recently entered the Capital.

The more she listened, the more Qin Er felt something was off. In this good sister’s eyes, it was as if only those born and raised in the Capital were truly above others, and everyone who poured into the Capital from other places were beneath people, under-the-chin people, born inferior—filthy, disgusting lower-class trash.

This mindset seemed to have rooted into the soil. The other party didn’t feel there was anything wrong with it. Even those who later worked hard, bought houses and land in the Capital, rooting into the soil and becoming a new generation of Capital people were all uniformly regarded by her as lower-class.

Just on this point alone, her good sister went on and on for a full hour, as if compared to having her things snatched earlier, it was these filthy people flooding into the Capital that she really couldn’t stomach.

And the advantage of having a tree hole happened to be on full display at this very moment.

The Bidding Girl had vented for so long without hearing any rebuke—only acceptance, approval, and occasional nodding along and other gestures of support and comfort. This gave her immense solace and satisfaction, as if all the negative emotions had been cleared out of her, leaving her whole self refreshed and invigorated.

Sitting beside her, even though Qin Er could barely listen anymore and felt the other girl’s thinking was somewhat twisted, she could only continue playing the mute and act out sisterly affection.

She didn’t want to slip up. Aside from being mute, this body had almost nothing that dissatisfied her.

In fact, this body could even train in Martial Arts, it was just that the family seemed to place no importance on a girl’s Martial Arts cultivation. They thought girls would be married off sooner or later anyway, so they never gave her any guidance in Martial Arts.

But Qin Er could self-study Martial Arts; and thanks to her status, she could get any resources she wanted. What she lacked was merely a suitable turning point, so that her path of practicing Martial Arts wouldn’t look abrupt.

And that would require a bit of ”push” from her good sister.

Because after this period of getting to know her, she’d realized that in some respects her ”good sister’s” thinking seemed to be quite compatible with the opening Qin Er needed to start training and grow stronger.

After the Bidding Girl finished expounding her theory about Capital natives being born above others, her next topic did indeed turn to the theory that all men are lowly and women must make themselves strong.

This time, Qin Er was truly full-on supportive, even a bit emotionally fired up.

Seeing Qin Er’s reaction, the Bidding Girl was overjoyed. Before, although she often talked with her good sister about this topic, her good sister had been indoctrinated by her family’s ideology for years and had long forgotten what resistance even meant.

She never expected that today, she’d suddenly figured it out!

”Wonderful! You finally understand me! I’ve always said men can’t be relied on! Is it because of that kidnapping last time that you realized girls have to rely on themselves?!”

”Those damn men can seize status by practicing Martial Arts—why can’t women? We women must stand strong! Without men, we can still make it on our own!”

Smack!

To show how excited and how much she agreed inside, Qin Er immediately stepped up and grabbed both of the Bidding Girl’s hands as soon as she heard that.

”I knew you’d get it. You should’ve wised up long ago!”

The Bidding Girl was genuinely happy about her good sister’s change in mindset.

Unlike small places where men and women are equally worked like cattle, and the capable are prioritized,

in a place like the Capital, where hierarchies are strict and class lines crystal-clear, women instead are only fit to be men’s appendages, born having their marriages arranged, with zero freedom to choose whom they marry. What they study, what they’re trained in, all depends on what class of man they’re ultimately meant to marry—they’re given targeted training to cater to that.

In a sense, they’re not even allowed a hobby of their own. From people, they’re turned into objects.

The Bidding Girl didn’t know what things were like in the families at the very top of the Capital’s hierarchy, but among the people she knew, the ones around her, the situation was all the same.

Some, because they cannot have the love they want, live in endless grief and tears, yet still can only submit and marry men they don’t love.

Some, to please a powerful figure, maim their own bodies, just to be noticed with one glance. They gamble their entire lives; their families cultivate them from birth, all for that single chance.

In the Capital, in her circle, the Bidding Girl had witnessed far too much female misery. So she hated men, hated the Capital’s powerful, and she also hated the Capital’s lower-class!

It’s the lower-class that props up the Capital from below, letting those above never have to come down, forever high and untouchable.

Wretches, they only deserve to stay in the mud, so why do they covet the heavens? Can one glance at the scenery above change a lifetime of lowliness?

The Bidding Girl had watched all this with her own eyes, but she couldn’t change anything. So all she could do was curse, all she could do was resent, becoming like a shrew, unreasonable and rabid.

”Good sisters should love themselves and live for themselves! Don’t feel confused—trust your feelings, you’re right! I’ll always support you!”

With the Bidding Girl’s support, Qin Er was secretly overjoyed, feeling her plan was already halfway there.

The rest would be…

Qin Er strode to the table, picked up a brush, and quickly wrote a few words on the paper.

The Bidding Girl looked over curiously and saw written there, in bold strokes…

”I want to practice Martial Arts!”

What is that! What does that even count as!

Practicing Martial Arts—such a small request—barely even counted as a request in the Bidding Girl’s eyes. Yet when it fell on her good sister, she had to lower herself so much, had to be this humble and timid.

”Leave it to me! I just happened to have something I wanted to talk to your father about. Those bastards I offended today in Hundred Mischief Lane? I’m absolutely not letting them off!”

The Bidding Girl slapped a hand over her chest in guarantee.

As soon as Qin Er heard this, she instantly felt that everything was going according to plan.

As long as she could embark on a proper path of Martial Arts, everything else was trivial.

As for the unlucky fools who had offended her good sister, she had no interest in pleading for them.

The two girls went out together and soon found the Qian Family Master, who was drinking tea in a stone pavilion.

”...”

Qin Er saluted—he was, after all, the father of this body on the surface, and the proper respect had to be shown.

But just as the Bidding Girl had said, in this kind of family, a girl’s body is only a sacrifice for alliance marriages. The family’s ”protection” and ”cultivation” are all just so she can be sold for a good price in the end, so feelings don’t really come into it.

However, the Ji Family’s young lady at Qin Er’s side was someone Old Master Qian had to take seriously.

”Miss Ji, here to play with my little girl again, I see.”

Old Master Qian said with a beaming smile, looking kindly. Even with the gap in family status, a Family Head like him still had to treat this younger generation with utter respect.

”Mr. Qian, I didn’t come here just to play with my good sister this time. Here’s how it is—you still remember when my good sister was kidnapped last time, right?”

”Of course I remember!”

Old Master Qian’s expression darkened slightly as he said in a deep voice, ”We’ve already dealt with those two kidnappers. To dare lay a hand on Qian Family people, they truly had no idea they were courting death!”

The Bidding Girl waved her hand.

She had no interest in how those idiot kidnappers died. From the moment her good sister was rescued, those kidnappers had already been doomed, with no chance of survival.

What she wanted to talk about now was the decision her good sister had made earlier.

”Although we later took care of the kidnappers, I also realized a problem—that is, my good sister is completely helpless and untrained. If she runs into such danger again, she’ll still be at great risk.”

Old Master Qian’s expression froze for a moment.

”So what Miss Ji means is…”

”Let my good sister practice Martial Arts, learn a few self-defense skills.”

Old Master Qian frowned.

Martial Arts, Martial Arts—those have always been practiced from childhood.

His own daughter was already at this age. In about a year she’d practically be ready for marriage. To start practicing Martial Arts now…

Old Master Qian originally wanted to refuse, but then he thought it over and felt it wasn’t a big deal. There was no need to anger the Ji Family’s young lady over something like this and harm the relationship between the two families.

Immediately, he smiled and nodded slightly.