From Jill Young's perspective, the Charm Society—those traitors—had one thing going for them: ancient costumes. Basically, it didn’t matter if they were cosplaying or not, or what role they were supposed to play. As long as they threw on some kind of period outfit, they were good to go. The styles and eras were all mixed up—Qin, Han, Tang, Song, you name it, none of it matched. Clearly, whoever bought their costumes had no clue.
The leader of the Charm Society was a tall, skinny guy—pale, kind of handsome. He had that vibe: 'talented, gets good grades, but thinks way too highly of himself.' You know, the type who’s always the antagonist or second lead in school dramas.
Jill only needed a glance to recognize him as the 'Gai Nie' from the Miracle Club’s promo poster. He was pretty front-and-center on that poster, so he must’ve been important back when he was in the Miracle Club. But now? He’s no Gai Nie anymore—just wearing some random scholar’s robe, bossing workers around as they set up the steel scaffolding.
The other members were the same—everyone had that amateur vibe of 'just put on an ancient costume and call it a day.' Honestly, it looked less like cosplay and more like the set of a low-budget period fantasy show.
"Hmph, just as I thought. The Charm Society folks really worship that so-called advisor—they’ve ditched all their characters’ personalities and traits." Kathy Yang was seriously annoyed. "Looks like they’ve totally abandoned the guidance of the Light Side Force and thrown away the pride they once had as Miracle Club members."
Jill heard that and nudged Little Glasses with her elbow, asking what was up. Little Glasses leaned in and muttered the whole story.
Turns out, after a big meeting, the school leaders decided that student clubs couldn’t just do whatever weird stuff they wanted. Since, you know, 'after the founding of the PRC, animals can’t turn into spirits anymore,' and 'no more monsters or superstitions,' the school had to keep up with the official line.
So, the school heads made the call: the Charm Society had to completely revamp and only put on shows that 'promote the spirit, core culture, and essence of the Chinese nation.' In other words—anything like 'Shushan Sword Immortals,' 'Nuwa’s Descendants,' 'Demon Fox Jinchuriki,' or 'Soul Reaper Zanpakuto'—all of it, no exceptions, totally banned!
This ban was exactly what made Kathy Yang break with the school for good. Kathy refused to give up her lightsaber, so she left. 'Gai Nie,' on the other hand, dropped his Yuanhong Sword and became leader of the Charm Society.
Half a semester later, Kathy Yang was running around in a ragged robe with a flashlight, wild and free like a mustang on the prairie. The Charm Society, meanwhile, was pampered under the school’s wing—plenty of food, plenty of props, no shortage of funds—but they’d turned into nothing but workhorses.
When the workhorse and the mustang meet again, will the workhorse envy the mustang’s freedom, or mock its hardships? Nobody knows for now. But right now’s the perfect chance—because the mustang just got a fresh makeover and is shining brighter than ever.
If you’re not going to slap faces now, when are you going to do it?
So Jill suggested, "Hey, wanna go say hi to those kids? With me here, you’ve got nothing to worry about."
As soon as she finished, the two boys exchanged glances and started gearing up for action. Smacking traitors in the face? That’s always motivating. At the same time, the kids across the way spotted their snazzy outfits in the window and started pointing and whispering. The Charm Society leader saw Kathy Yang and his face flashed with panic, tension, and a mix of shame and annoyance he couldn’t hide.
[Look, how are their costumes so fancy? Did they buy them?] [No way, you can’t find this style online!] [How did they do it?] [They show up now of all times—must be here to stir up trouble!]
Jill could read their lips and caught every word. Turns out, whether friend or foe, everyone pretty much agreed on one thing: this was a showdown.
But, to everyone’s surprise—even Jill was a bit thrown—Kathy Yang, after glaring fiercely for ages, suddenly turned away and waved her hand. "Forget it. Nothing to say to them."
The two boys instantly got riled up. "But, Captain—"
"Silence!" Kathy Yang didn’t even look at them, her gaze steady. "Never forget, our mission isn’t petty revenge or childish pranks. Our Miracle Club has one real goal—to fill the world with miracles!"
She raised both hands, a halo seeming to glow behind her head. "Followers of the Force, don’t let hatred steer you off course as you chase your dreams. Today’s the perfect day to make miracles—follow me!"
At that moment, Jill Young raised an eyebrow, a little surprised at Kathy Yang. Turns out this mustang’s longing for the horizon was stronger than anyone thought. This little loli really had some unwavering leader vibes. Even if grown-ups thought she was being silly, that kind of willpower was starting to look pretty good.
So Jill stood up too. "Alright, let’s get moving. By the way, how do you plan to make miracles? Just gonna perform on the street? I won’t be performing with you, but honestly, it’s not a bad way to boost the Miracle Club’s profile."
"Huh? You’re not performing? Oh well…" The little loli drooped for a second, but quickly perked up and clenched her fists. "No worries! Today we’re not putting on a show—we’re out to find miracles!"
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"Find miracles?"
"That’s right!" The little loli whipped out a stack of papers from her sleeve, rolled up like a torch lighting the way. "These are all the leads I’ve gathered—every one of them could be someone who can make miracles happen. Today, we’re going to visit them one by one and see if they’re the real deal. If they are, we’ll invite them to join the Miracle Club!"
"Eccentrics?" Jill took the paper roll and unrolled it. It listed names like the old Taoist from Phoenix Terrace, monks from Hanging Temple, and so on.
"Old Taoist from Phoenix Terrace?" Jill stroked her chin. "You mean that old priest from the Phoenix Terrace temple? You want to invite him to the Miracle Club? Hey, kid, not to rain on your parade, but not every adult is as easygoing as me. Getting that seventy- or eighty-year-old grandpa to join is a total pipe dream."
"I know. But even Liu Bei had to visit the wise man three times. If once doesn’t work, try twice. If twice doesn’t work, try ten times. I’m going to invite anyone who can create miracles." Kathy Yang nodded firmly, cheering herself on. "Let’s fill the world with miracles—starting right here!"
And so, the Miracle Club Operation entered its second—and most important—phase: recruiting new members. And in this phase, Jill Young got to see all sorts of people and stories.
First stop: the old Taoist from Phoenix Terrace.
Phoenix Terrace sits on the northwest outskirts of Jiping City, about a half-hour drive away. There’s a small temple there, technically a local attraction, but it’s so obscure that it’s never had any real visitors. But when Jill drove the three kids over, she found the place absolutely packed.
People came to draw lots, get their fortunes told, ask for blessings—from old folks to young couples, the place was jammed. Vendors selling incense and souvenirs were raking it in, too. And there were folks crying, complaining, begging—the chaos was off the charts.
The wildest part? This was a Taoist temple, but tons of vendors were selling Buddhist prayer beads, claiming they’d been blessed by masters. And the tourists just bought them without a second thought. Seriously, buying Buddhist beads at a Taoist temple? Aren’t you afraid the Primordial Lord will zap you with lightning?
Jill fought her way through the crowd with the three kids and finally found the old Taoist. He was sitting cross-legged on a cushion, chattering away as he tried to 'reverse fate' for someone who’d drawn a bad fortune. His disciples were busy collecting cash and hustling the crowd. One look, and Jill could tell he didn’t have any real powers—he just looked mystical because of all the hype.
She glanced at Kathy Yang—if this kid got swept up in the atmosphere, Jill knew she’d have to step in. Playing around is one thing, getting scammed is another.
But to Jill’s surprise, Kathy Yang just crossed her arms, touched her forehead with her sword fingers, and frowned for ages before finally shaking her head. "The Force tells me this old Taoist can’t make miracles—he’s probably a fraud."
She whipped out her phone and snapped a picture of the old Taoist taking money and 'changing fate.' Then she nodded, all business. "Alright, I’ll report him later." Honestly, this little loli was probably the most efficient snitch in all of Jiping City. "Next up, the monk from Hanging Temple. Supposedly, he’s got supernatural powers—can sit cross-legged in midair."
So off they went to the next stop: Hanging Temple.
There’s a famous Hanging Temple somewhere, but Jiping City’s Hanging Temple has nothing to do with that. Like Phoenix Terrace, it’s a tiny, old building on the outskirts. But now, driven by anxiety, it was just as popular as Phoenix Terrace.
All you could see was a sea of people, all you could hear was the chant of 'this place is magical,' and all you could spot were faces tinged with panic and anxiety. Of course, the vendors were cashing in, and every shop had their TVs tuned to the CCTV Safety Channel.
On TV, an expert was lecturing about how to escape fires, what to do in earthquakes, how to spot risky food—all kinds of safety tips. The crowd watched, totally focused. In the end, they were here for peace of mind, and this safety channel gave it to them in a different way.
As for the monks at Hanging Temple, they weren’t anything special either. Even with Jill’s scrutiny, nothing stood out. What she did spot was a bunch of pickpocket gangs in the crowd—actually, she’d seen a lot of thieves today. The city’s getting rougher, for sure.
Jill quietly kicked a few pebbles, knocking out the pickpockets without drawing attention. Then, like nothing happened, she asked Kathy Yang, "What about these guys?"
"Hmm... The Force tells me these old monks won’t make miracles either, and they’re probably profiting off disaster." Snap—Kathy Yang took a group photo of the monks as evidence. "I’ll tell the old man at home to send someone over for a surprise inspection."
Wow, this girl’s instincts were pretty sharp—not your average gullible middle-schooler.
"Where to next?"
"Let’s see... Next up, the amazing street magician. He can make things vanish and reappear, close-up or far away—nobody can figure out his tricks. That’s the one."
"A magician, huh..." Jill nodded knowingly. After all this searching, finally someone who might actually be legit. If she guessed right, this magician was probably a Chosen One using a storage space for his tricks. And, well, Chosen Ones and 'miracles' go hand in hand.
But should she really let the kid get involved in the Chosen One world so soon? It was a bit like worrying about letting your kid learn about sex too early—kind of a headache.
Just as Jill was scratching her head, a commotion broke out at the back of the crowd—something was happening.
Then a booming voice cut through the crowd: "Brothers and sisters, listen up! I’m not here to sell you anything, and I’m not asking for donations. I just want to spread the right ideas, share the real truth. I’m here to save nature with you all!"
"Hmm?" Kathy Yang turned around, putting on a deep, mysterious look. "My Force is starting to tingle again..."