Chapter 85: Huangliang Yidou: I Want to Become President of the Miss Tingyun Fan Support Association!

Indeed.

Zhongli recalled that when Walter first appeared, Hall Master Hu had already approached him about the voice issue.

What he often mutters are jokes like, "Sir Guest, you're not secretly pulling out a staff that can create a Black Hole, are you?" and the like. Besides that, the Hall Master also frequently makes him say in a solemn tone, "Take a look at how the stars shatter," among other lines.

Just thinking of the Hall Master… Zhongli feels his sighs have multiplied.

"The voice is the same, so the hidden power must be the same too, right?" Dada Liya looked at Zhongli with a teasing smile. "Take, for example, the Guest of the Hall of Afterlife, whose true identity is like the Geo Archon… This gentleman Walter, could he be a secretly concealed envoy of some Star God?"

The three walked forward and soon encountered an injured Cloud Knight soldier.

Prompted by Uncle Yang, Sanyue Qi quickly stopped his bleeding with Six-Form Ice.

"Sanyue, Xing, there was a fierce battle just now nearby," Walter adjusted his glasses, a cold glint flashing beneath the lenses. "Search along the road; there may be other survivors."

The three pressed on and soon came upon a large group of wounded soldiers, each warning that danger lay ahead and urging them to leave quickly. Yet Xing naturally would not simply turn tail and flee; instead, he headed deeper into the peril.

Soon, not far away, they saw a creature that, though humanoid, was clad in armor and covered from head to toe with branches.

Isn't that a Demon Shadow Body?

After witnessing Jingliu kill a Demon Shadow Body monster with a single move, Fengzhu Busi Chuan Shi Mi lost all interest in such "fodder." In his eyes, Demon Shadow creatures were no better than low‑level ghosts, not worth a sneer.

"Do not underestimate them, Busi Chuan," Yan Zhu clasped his hands and said calmly, "We have seen Jingliu's power with our own eyes… it's far beyond our reach. A monster she can slay in a single strike is not necessarily one we can defeat, nor can Xing."

"Before they fell into the Demon Shadow, these monsters were soldiers who had endured brutal combat trials; their strength is not to be underestimated, and they should not be likened to lower‑rank ghosts."

While they conversed, the battle behind the light curtain had already begun. With Xing and Uncle Yang holding the line, the fallen Demon Shadow soldiers were no match, yet strangely, after a soldier was knocked down he revived at full health, rose from the ground, and fought again.

Shi Mi's expression shifted slightly; he finally conceded… these soldiers were indeed different from the "fodder" he had imagined.

It wasn't until Xing and the others killed the creature repeatedly that it finally collapsed for good, never rising again.

"What on earth is this?" Sanyue Qi truly felt like she was in a horror movie, the kind where survival odds are bleak!

Walter's face turned serious: "We shall press on."

They entered a gate, and an urgent voice called from within: "Miss Tingyun, be careful! They have already fallen into Demon Shadow bodies and are no longer our allies!"

Hearing voices, the three quickened their steps into the gate, only to see a group of Demon‑shadowed monsters surrounding two Cloud Knight soldiers and a fox‑tribe girl, intent on wrongdoing.

The girl furrowed her brows, clearly seeing the grim situation, but when her gaze fell on Xing's party approaching, she anxiously called, "Hey! You three! Come help!"

So… so cute!!

Miss Tingyun… is simply as cute as Miss Xina! Even her anxious expression is adorable! She has soft‑looking ears and a fluffy, furry tail… and most importantly, her voice is lovely! Huangliang Yidou stared so intently his eyes could barely shift.

"Uh… Boss, calm down. Miss Tingyun, like Miss Xina, is something you can see but not touch," Jiǔqi Ren said helplessly, rubbing his forehead.

"Also, didn't you, boss, complain before about earning too little from part‑time work?"

Jiǔqi Ren said earnestly, "Miss Tingyun is extremely beautiful; in my view, she'll be very popular in Inazuma later. We might as well rent a camera to take more pictures of her now, and when she becomes a hit, then…"

"I get the point, A Ren," Huangliang Yidou said, patting his shoulder with a look of complete understanding.

"When she blows up, I can use her photos to join the Miss Tingyun Fan Support Association, right? I didn't expect you, A Ren, to be so savvy~"

"I missed the chance to become president of Miss Xina's support group back then, but with your tip, A Ren, I'll seize the initiative this time, hahahaha—" As if a great joy had struck him, Huangliang Yidou burst into a loud laugh.

"…" Jiǔqi Ren stared at him blankly for two seconds; she had wanted to say something else but ultimately gave up.

"Fine, boss… as long as you're happy."

Seeing someone besieged, Xing, Sanyue Qi, and Walter hurried to help.

The girl known as Tingyun sighed in relief: "Thanks for the heroic rescue, you guys~"

"Next time let us say those words; it's odd you're saying it yourself," Sanyue Qi scratched her head, feeling the remark was a bit off.

Though the monsters were many, with Walter present, he fabricated a Black Hole that sucked them all in at once, leaving no chance for revival; the creatures didn't even manage a hum before perishing on the spot.

With the danger cleared, the two soldiers relaxed slightly: "Miss Tingyun, the Demon Shadow bodies are gone, but we're unsure how many hazards remain nearby. The situation is far from optimistic; please return with us to the Tianbo Si promptly."

"Sigh, alright, alright, why the rush? We haven't even thanked these benefactors yet; leaving like that would be rude, right?"

"I am the ferry envoy of the Luofu Tianbo Si merchant fleet, Tingyun. May I inquire the honorable surnames and full names of these benefactors?"

Her sweet, soft, alluring voice, paired with the subtle charm of a fox‑woman's ruby lips, was like a fine wine, intoxicating anyone who heard it.

The celestial‑boat speaker's manner of speaking is quite similar to ours in Liyue, full of literary flair.

On Mount Aocang, the true lord Xiao Yue Zhu Yang remarked, "Not only does this girl speak beautifully, but her name is also well chosen… 'Tingyun Aiai, Shiyu Mengmeng,' a far‑reaching image. Just from the name one can see her elders are erudite and discerning."

"Hmm, her etiquette in receiving guests is also very thoughtful…"

Just Tingyun's brief appearance, a few words, already made several true lords on the mountain feel a slight fondness and friendliness toward the Luofu celestial boat.

They vaguely sensed that this would be a nation with a culture similar to Liyue's.