Xianzhou Luofu, Scalegorge Waterscape.
"Um, Sister Bai, why did we come here specifically?"
Bailu looked at the Foxian woman walking alongside her, asking with a bit of puzzlement.
"Because I once made a promise with someone."
Baiheng looked at the High Elder Statue, which hadn't changed in the slightest, a look of nostalgia flashing through her eyes.
"No matter the difficulties or the distance, we must gather here to share a drink."
She said with a smile.
"Um... is it Sister Bai's friend?"
Bailu pressed her index finger against her lips, asking uncertainly.
"Yes, a very, very good friend."
Baiheng raised her hand, gently stroking the High Elder Statue.
"Then..."
Bailu didn't understand, so she asked, "Where are they?"
"Yes, where are they? I don't know either."
Baiheng brushed off the question with a smile.
She only felt like she had slept for a long, long time. When she woke up again, she had arrived here, and she didn't know where Jingliu, Jing Yuan, and the others were.
"I see." Bailu nodded.
In her view, Baiheng insisted on coming here to keep an appointment with a friend. And the reason no friend came to the appointment was most likely because this was a promise made in a past life.
The Vidyadhara would mostly awaken memories of their past lives slowly.
Although Baiheng wasn't a Vidyadhara, having popped out of a Vidyadhara Egg, she could more or less count as half of one, right?
The promise she still remembered, others might not necessarily remember.
Tap, tap, tap.
"Baiheng."
Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, there was also a call that came out completely from the body's subconscious.
Baiheng heard someone call her name and turned her head abruptly.
"Imbibitor Lunae?"
Then, she saw a familiar face.
"Oh no, not Imbibitor Lunae."
However, Baiheng noticed the anomaly in a moment.
"Uh, may I ask your name?"
"...Dan Heng."
His body had just spoken subconsciously; Dan Heng was actually not familiar with the person before him at all.
[She is actually still alive...]
Dan Feng couldn't believe it.
He only had a vague intuition, but he didn't expect that she was really still alive.
"Baiheng?"
Another female voice was also full of disbelief.
Jingliu stood dazed on the spot, her vermilion eyes reflecting the figure wrapped in silver.
"Jingliu."
Baiheng just smiled, as if nothing had ever changed.
"And Jing Yuan, long time no see as well."
She shifted her gaze to the current General of the Luofu standing aside and said.
"That has truly been long enough."
Jing Yuan crossed his arms, his voice filled with emotion, the expression on his face complex.
"You're still... alive... that's great... that's truly great..."
Jingliu rushed up directly and hugged her, her voice trembling.
"Jingliu..."
Baiheng didn't know what to say either, so she could only pat her back.
[That Heavenly General Chang actually has such skills that surpass the past and present...]
Dan Feng understood that there was only one person on this Luofu capable of doing such a thing.
When the emotions of disbelief receded, Jingliu also realized it in hindsight after calming down.
None of this had anything to do with the regrets she had told the black cat about.
Leon kept his word; he said he would salvage the regrets, and he salvaged the regrets.
For a moment, Jingliu didn't quite know what attitude she should use to face him now.
Gratitude?
Feeling the genuine body temperature of the Foxian girl, it would be strange if Jingliu wasn't grateful.
But the two had just fought not long ago, so going to his door to thank him felt like an indescribable awkwardness.
"Speaking of which, where is Yingxing?"
Baiheng looked left and right, discovering that one last person was missing.
"He... encountered some changes."
Hesitation flashed in Jing Yuan's eyes; he still didn't truthfully speak of Yingxing's current situation.
"Is he okay?"
"Alive." Jing Yuan thought he could only answer like that.
"Alright."
Baiheng let out an 'oh', her gaze lingering on the faces of the three for a while.
"Although Yingxing didn't come and there are only the four of us, it can still be counted as a rare reunion."
"How about we have a drink to mark the occasion?"
Baiheng proposed.
"It's already prepared."
Jing Yuan took a deep breath, lifting the wine he had already prepared in his hand.
He didn't know with what state of mind he said those words.
The last time the group gathered together was back when the High-Cloud Quintet still existed, but this time, the identities of everyone had undergone completely different transformations.
There were highs and lows; by reason, it shouldn't be possible to be like before anymore.
But Jing Yuan felt like he had returned to that time, the happiest time of his life.
"What do you say, little brother Dan Heng?"
Baiheng knew the rules of Vidyadhara reincarnation and asked respectfully.
"Is this your obsession?"
Dan Heng, standing further away from the three, didn't answer but asked the voice in his head.
[I don't deny that I was awakened precisely because of this.]
"I will only help you this once."
Dan Heng declared solemnly, then accepted Baiheng's invitation.
Finally, under Bailu's witness.
The four clinked glasses and drank before the Preceptor Statue, just like in the era of the High-Cloud Quintet.
Only this time, there was no high-spirited vigor, and the group no longer looked forward to the future.
"It's a pity Yingxing didn't come."
Baiheng was still a little regretful.
"But with this cup, here's to him, wherever he has run off to."
But the next second, as she raised her cup, this regret dissipated along with it.
...
A few days later.
Luofu, Starsplitter.
Jing Yuan expressed profound thanks to Leon afterward, and Jingliu also expressed her gratitude to him.
Baiheng recognized him as the person from that time; while exclaiming in surprise, she didn't forget to thank him for saving her.
Leon gave a few "mhms," said "that's about enough," and sent them back.
He never paid attention to any returns when doing things or saving people; having this attitude and heart was enough.
And,
Truth be told, this Foxian was really nourishing.
It had only been a few days since Baiheng returned, and Jingliu's mental state had visibly risen in a straight line.
In the end, she even took the stage as the Defender Sword Champion of the Wardance Ceremony, giving Yanqing, who had always dreamed of becoming the Sword Champion, a true chance to fulfill his dream.
As long as he could beat Jingliu, then he would be the new generation Sword Champion of the Luofu.
Of course, the premise of all this was that he could win his way to the finals.
If he couldn't make it to the finals, he wouldn't have the chance to cross hands with Jingliu.
Fortunately, on the Luofu, or rather among the prodigies of the same generation who belonged to their own side.
No one could defeat Yanqing; he naturally fought his way to the finals.
As for the participating contestants from outside, among the prodigies from other lands.
Yunli reigned as king; she became the second person besides Yanqing to reach the finals.
This final was a clash between the Luofu and the Zhuming.
A showdown between the most outstanding elites among the juniors of the two Xianzhou ships.
If nothing unexpected happened, this Wardance Ceremony would be the last stay for Leon and his group on the Luofu.
Giving Jing Yuan face and joining the fun until the end.
After watching today's final, they would set off and leave.
Leon took the Golden Progeny to sit in the spectator seats.
Jing Yuan originally wanted to arrange separate seats for them.
He refused; sitting in the ordinary seats was good enough.
What the Golden Progeny needed most right now was contact with the outside world; there was no need to engage in special privileges at a time like this.
"Thank you, sister!"
Two Pepeshi people, who ended up with no seats because they came late, thanked Cyrene.
Then they happily sat on the seat she gave up.
"Mhm~ You're welcome."
Cyrene, holding Demiurge in her 'Mimi' form and sitting on Leon's lap, narrowed her eyes and smiled.
"Shall I go find Jing Yuan to arrange something?"
Seeing that the two of them had no seats, Leon pondered whether to use some privileges.
"Hmm? No need~"
The girl's hair swept past the tip of his nose, leaving a scent of wheat fields while causing a ticklish sensation.
"Isn't this quite nice?"
Cyrene turned her head, tilting it slightly to look up into his eyes.
"Not only did we save two seats at once."
She shifted her gaze back to the competition stage not far away.
"I also openly took a seat in the best spectator spot in the world because of it."
Cyrene swung her legs with small movements, clearly very happy.
"In my opinion, no seat compares to a partner's embrace."
"Mimi~ Mimi~ Mi!"
The Mimi in Cyrene's arms expressed agreement.
The abacus is smacking me right in the face, sister.
But since she liked it and was willing, Leon had nothing to say.
Let her be.
Just as Leon was thinking this, he felt a sudden coldness from his right hand.
He turned his head and found that March 7th, who was sitting on his right, had suddenly grasped his hand for some reason.
Leon met March 7th's gaze.
March 7th was actually not a person very good at expressing emotions; compared to spoken words, her silent eyes spoke better.
And at this moment, deep in her eyes, there was an unease that something was about to be taken away.
Damn, you Immaculatus are really enough.
Leon didn't say anything and held March's hand back.
Neither side would be treated unfairly.
"Speaking of which, partner, what are those fluff balls on their heads?"
Cyrene was referring to the Pepeshi people who were tiny in stature but whose age seriously mismatched their appearance.
"Who knows."
Leon only knew that the Pepeshi, like the Halovians, were a race unique to Penacony.
Stinking Penacony people coming to our Luofu to beg for food.
Oh, this group of Golden Progeny now has Penacony household registration too? Then it's fine.
Hmm, if they all have Penacony household registration.
Then Leon has the corresponding household registration too; he is even the Head of Household of Penacony!
"Look, doesn't that person look like the rumored Heavenly General Chang?"
Some whispers came from beside his ear.
"Don't just assume anyone carrying a bow is Heavenly General Chang, okay?"
"My friend's second uncle's eighth uncle's ninth brother's eldest brother's classmate was an eyewitness; he said that Heavenly General Chang is a burly man."
"At the very least, he's a 'double-door fridge', alright?"
Motherfucker, just which things are spreading rumors about him?
Don't let him catch them, or they definitely won't have any good juice to eat.
"Uh, true, this one even has a child."
This child referred to Cyrene; there was no shortage of people holding their own children in this huge spectator stand.
To be fair, Leon couldn't retort to this.
After all, this was a stereotype caused by Cyrene's physique. If he really publicly said she was his wife.
If it spread, they'd probably say he was a lolicon.
Loli my ass, this is a veteran with thirty million lifetimes of seniority.
"Please welcome one of the Zhuming's Flamewheel Octoleaf, Miss Yunli, and the Luofu's Genius Swordsman, Brother Yanqing, to the stage!"
Accompanied by passionate shouting, the two contestants of the final stepped onto the arena together.
"Lady Yun, it seems that the spar interrupted that day..."
"Can be decided with a recognized result of high and low on the competition stage openly and honestly today."
Yanqing said so.
Clearly, he had always kept her remark about Luofu swordsmanship being 'nothing special' in his heart.
"You are right."
Yunli smashed the heavy sword named Old Tie onto the competition arena, nodding in agreement.
"Since the result has been destined from the start, I'll announce it in advance, ha."
As the words fell, Yunli lifted Old Tie and rested it on her shoulder.
"This battle will be a victory for Zhuming swordsmanship."
"I can't pretend I didn't hear that."
Yanqing's eyes were cold. This was the Luofu's home ground; as the Luofu representative, he absolutely could not lose.
"Lady Yun, it's better not to speak big words too early."
At this moment, Yanqing thoroughly accepted her declaration of war.
"If Yanqing wins, I still hope Lady Yun can take back those inappropriate remarks."
"Hmph, talk after you win."
Yunli indicated that strength reigns supreme; if you win, then of course, I can go along with you.
"You two, come together."
Not far away, Jingliu walked onto the competition arena.
"No need to fight the finals; this way is faster."
"You two come together. If you can last seven rounds under my hand, it counts as your victory."
Jingliu's tone was indifferent, issuing a rather confident declaration.
"If you last, it counts as you tying for first place."
These two children were both too confident. Being talented but too conceited would only be chronic suicide.
"If you insist on distinguishing high and low, I can also rank you based on performance."
Let her, as someone who has been through it, teach the two juniors.
Why the sword has a saying of 'tempering'.
"I heard you are the Luofu Sword Champion."
Yanqing had no opinion on this; instead, his focus was elsewhere.
"A vain name of the past."
Jingliu did not deny it. "I have long been unworthy of holding this title."
"You have always been pursuing the position of Sword Champion, correct?"
She understood what Yanqing wanted to do by asking this.
"Yes."
Yanqing nodded, admitting it openly and aboveboard.
He felt that pursuing progress in strength was not shameful.
"Then let it be so; I will add another prize."
Jingliu didn't mind giving him a chance to fulfill his dream, but the premise was that he had the strength to fulfill it.
"The one who wins first place obtains the title of 'Sword Champion'."
Jingliu spoke quite indifferently, seeming not to care about the so-called Sword Champion title at all.
"Yanqing will definitely not disgrace the mission."
Yanqing clasped his fists and bowed his head slightly, speaking quite seriously.
In his view, this grandmaster Jingliu completely relented specifically because she thought highly of him.
Therefore, he absolutely could not fail this expectation!
"Although I don't want this whatever Sword Champion title, it's too boring not to fight for first place in something with a ranking."
Yunli hmphed. Her not wanting the Sword Champion thing didn't mean she wanted to let Yanqing have it.
"Let me see."
White mist formed from low-temperature frost appeared in Jingliu's palm.
"The capability of the young generation."
The sword, three feet and seven inches long, light as nothingness.
It was not cast from mortal iron, but condensed from a section of hard ice.
Glimmering faintly, like holding a ray of moonlight in hand.
She gripped the Epiphyllum Sword, switching to her battle face in a second. Waiting quietly for the young generation to bring her a surprise.
Beside Yanqing, six high-tech flying swords emerged, wanting to go on the field to kill the enemy.
Unlike him, Yunli charged directly at Jingliu carrying Old Tie.
She was pure brute force; she didn't have and didn't know any techniques at all!
One word: just hit and it's done!
Mechanics Specialist VS Always Has Moves Brother.
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Unemployed at thirty, no car, no house, no savings, never been in a relationship, helplessly rented a rental room to march into the web novel world.
Thought I was the next favored son of heaven, but reality was barely scraping by on full attendance bonuses, staying up late to update, and dying suddenly at the desk.
When the Japanese high school student Arima Shinya awakened these painful memories of his past life, he seemed to have already seen the electric train roaring towards him on the tracks of fate.
Working a job is impossible, but I don't know how to do business, so I can only write some flopped novels to maintain a living.
Debut Newcomer Award, once the room door closes, this feeling of imprisonment is just like coming home; the neighboring authors are all talents, they speak so nicely, I love it in there.
Just as Arima Shinya was immersed in closed-door creation, the editor knocked on his room door.
"You should go to school too."
"Can going to school make money?"
"What money or not, it's the campus youth of a high school student! Have you never played a Galgame? No wonder the stuff you write doesn't sell!"
"I understand. Going to school can make money."
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