Collapse Iron: Cosplaying the Near-Death Star, but with a full destiny.

Chapter 102 A Storm Begins from the End of a Floating Stream

The blood-red sky flashed before her eyes again.

The phantom of the three-headed corpse flashed past the edge of his vision, and this time, it seemed clearer than before.

She could even see the curve of the mouth splitting open on the head in the middle.

It's laughing.

Smile at her.

"Well……"

Hoshi swayed slightly and reached out to steady himself on the edge of the control panel.

Xing immediately supported her, the warmth of his palm continuously trying to dispel the chill from her body.

"Are you alright?"

"fine."

Hoshi waved his hand, forcibly suppressing the nausea.

She raised her head and looked at Fu Xuan.

"Lord Taibu."

"You just said that there are very few records of this matter in Luofu."

"Then... does anyone know more?"

"Since Yao Qing has been fighting there for over seven thousand years, there must be information sharing within the Immortal Ship Alliance. It's impossible that there's only this blurry image."

Fu Xuan pondered for a moment.

She paced back and forth in the main hall, her hands behind her back.

The pink skirt swayed with her movements, like a lotus flower blooming in the darkness.

"have."

She stopped and turned her gaze beyond the Taibu Si (a place name), towards the mansion that floated above the sea of ​​clouds, symbolizing the highest power in Luofu.

"In Luofu, if anyone has access to deeper, more core secrets than the Tabushi."

"If anyone had personally experienced that era, they might even have had in-depth strategic communication with Yao Qing's General Tianji."

"Then there's only one person."

Fu Xuan turned around and pointed in that direction.

"Shence Palace".

"General Jingyuan."

"He is the helmsman of Luofu and one of the Seven Heavenly Generals of the Imperial Bow."

"Although he usually seems... a bit lazy."

When Fu Xuan mentioned the word "lazy," he couldn't help but grind his back teeth, clearly harboring a long-standing grudge against a certain general who frequently skipped work.

"But on matters of such importance, concerning the survival of allies and even the fate of the entire Immortal Ship."

"His mind contains the most complete puzzle of the entire Luofu region."

Both Hoshi and Hoshi blinked at the same time.

Jingyuan.

That's right!

This Shence General harbors so many secrets and knows so much.

And he was a general.

It's a much higher position than that of a palace servant!

If the calamity is truly so terrible, then the real information can probably only be obtained from this general.

Whether it's for business or personal reasons.

This trip to Shence Prefecture is a must.

"Thank you, Master Diviner."

Mohoshi straightened up, his face still a little pale, but his eyes had regained their firmness.

I'll remember this favor.

"Next time you come... I'll bring you two cups of Everlasting Night's special milk tea, Immortal's Happy Tea."

Fu Xuan snorted and arrogantly raised his chin.

"I don't drink that kind of sweet stuff."

"That's a childish flavor that only Bluebird likes."

Although she said that, she did not reject Hoshino's advances.

She waved her hand, signaling that the two of them could get lost.

"Go."

"If there's any news from the general..."

Fu Xuan paused, his gaze becoming somewhat profound.

"Remember to let me know."

"After all... although Qiong Guanzhen can calculate all the secrets of heaven."

"But the demons in this man's heart, and the monsters in this universe..."

"But it is the most difficult to calculate."

……

Step out of the gates of the Temple.

The sun was still shining brightly outside, and Xingchahai was still bustling.

But Hoshi felt that beneath this seemingly prosperous scene, there seemed to be an unseen undercurrent.

That undercurrent came from the distant Yaoqing, from that shattered deep blue planet, and also from the depths of her own mind.

"Let's go."

Hoshi tugged at Hoshi's sleeve.

"Go to Shence Mansion."

"Go find that man... who loves to watch the show with his eyes half-closed."

"Ask him about this play..."

"How much longer will they sing?"

The two had just arrived in front of the Shence Mansion when they were stopped by a little boy.

Yanqing, with her still somewhat immature face, tried to intimidate the two uninvited guests with the sternest gaze.

Although he knew in his heart that if it really came down to a fight, the gray-haired woman opposite him would most likely be able to beat him to a pulp, and the one next to him carrying the flame gun was even more formidable.

But duty dictates that I must stop them.

"Stop!"

Yanqing stepped forward, holding his long sword horizontally in front of his chest, the scabbard striking his armor with a crisp sound.

"The general is catching up with old friends and has specifically instructed that he not see anyone unless the sky falls."

He glanced at Hoshino, whose face was full of murderous intent, and then at Hoshino, who was silent but clearly had no intention of reasoning with him. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice dropped an octave.

"Sister Xing, are you... going to tear the house down?"

Nihoshi stopped in his tracks.

Her current state is indeed a bit frightening. Her face is as pale as paper, but two will-o'-the-wisps, called "the thirst for knowledge," burn in her eyes.

The anxiety caused by the memories of the "disaster" made her aura extremely unstable.

I don't know if the sky has fallen or not.

Ye Xing reached out and gently pushed aside the sword sheath that Yan Qing was holding in front of him.

The movement was understated, yet it carried an irresistible force.

"But the sky in my mind is about to collapse."

She didn't offer any further explanation, nor did she give Yanqing another chance to stop her. With a swift movement, her figure flashed like a ghost, directly crossing the high threshold of the Shence Mansion.

"Hey! Wait a minute!"

Just as Yanqing was about to chase after him, Xing stepped aside and blocked his way.

"Stop chasing."

Xing patted the boy on the shoulder, her eyes filled with sympathy.

"That's an adult's problem."

"The child should go practice swordsmanship."

……

Walk through the winding corridor and around the artificial hill and stream.

Before I even stepped into the study, a burst of cheerful laughter reached my ears.

"Jing Yuanyuan! Your chess skills are terrible! You're not even half as good as Ying Xing was back in his day!"

"A true gentleman observes chess without speaking, Sister Baiheng. Besides, back then, Yingxing won all his games by taking back moves. I'm just showing respect for the elderly and care for the young."

"Hmph, who took back their move? That was a tactical retreat!"

The study door was open.

The afternoon sun poured in without reservation, illuminating every corner of the room.

Jing Yuan sat behind the large desk, holding a black chess piece in his hand, a long-lost, carefree smile on his face.

He sat opposite Bai Heng, a fox-woman girl who had just been resurrected. She was lounging on the table, reaching out to snatch the tea and snacks from Jing Yuan's hand.

Jingliu and Yingxing—or rather, Ren—stood on either side of the window.

Jingliu removed his blindfold, and the flowing clouds outside the window were reflected in his red eyes. Although his expression was cold, his brows and eyes were much more relaxed.

Ying Xing was polishing a newly forged longsword when he heard Jing Yuan's teasing. He just snorted and didn't draw his sword to attack as he used to.