Chapter 255

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

"I lost." Sunday knelt on one knee before Xuan Ge, his expression calm.

Xuan Ge glanced down at him, and seeing Sunday had yielded, he re-fastened the "Seven Wolves" belt he held back around his waist.

"Luo Rui Ya came to Pinocchio this time to stay and keep Robin company."

"The Shen Wu Guard should be returning too; if they don't come back soon, their combat strength will practically be gone."

"Afterward, I'll dispatch a Cloud Knight unit to stand guard beside your mother and your younger sister."

Sunday did not reply.

But he relaxed.

The Shen Wu Guard's protection was a good thing, but it was also a blatant shackle.

These people weren't greedy for money, lustful after beauty, or hungry for power; their minds held only the Xuan Emperor's orders.

Because Hua Huo had impersonated him to go find Robin, this caused him to have to stand at the door and undergo repeated identity verification every time he went to see his sister.

By the time the whole procedure was finished, his mood had already been worn down by half.

He was truly stifled, that kind of stifling where a scholar meets a soldier — having reason but unable to make it clear.

"Thank Your Maje...." Sunday steadied his breathing, preparing to formally offer thanks.

"Call me Uncle." Xuan Ge cut him off.

Sunday paused a moment, the corners of his mouth curling into a very faint smile: "Thank you, Uncle."

"Go out and walk around more. I've prepared an Astral Express pass for you." Xuan Ge slipped his hand into his pocket, pulled out an Astral Express ticket, and held it out.

Where did the ticket come from? Naturally, Ji Zi gave it.

How did she give it? Naturally, he swiped it while making out with Ji Zi.

Sunday wanted to reach out and take it, but froze awkwardly in place.

He looked down at the Thunder Purple Eggplant Half-sleeve wrapped around his upper body, somewhat at a loss for words.

"Uncle, you take back the Wave Heaven Cloak first."

Xuan Ge waved a hand without changing expression.

The half-sleeve slid silently off Sunday, flew back into his hand, and then he put it on.

Sunday stood up, straightened the collar that had been wrinkled by the eggplant half-sleeve, and only then accepted the ticket with both hands.

"Uncle, can I participate in the Star Sky Martial Arts?"

Xuan Ge raised an eyebrow at him, somewhat surprised Sunday was interested in this: "You can, but if you go, isn't that a bit like bullying people?"

The power of Order now falls within the conceptual scope of the Hunt's Path, and simultaneously hangs on me.

Sunday can establish a connection with me anytime, anywhere, and call upon the power of Order.

"Uncle, my mother was ennobled by you as Divine Luo Princess, and both Robin and I grew up under my mother's halo."

Sunday stated his request clearly, word by word: "This Star Sky Martial Arts isn't just martial contest; there's also literary contest. I want to go debate a bit, see the scenery."

Xuan Ge looked at him for a while: "It's allowed. But can you not 'Seven Rest Days'?"

Sunday's ideal of "letting the whole world have seven rest days" is something any normal person would be moved by hearing.

But Xuan Ge was not moved.

Seven rest days would lower productivity and drag down civilization's development.

However, speaking of it again, one month resting seven days — that he could agree to.

After all, he also wants to rest seven days a month.

"I am already clear-headed, so I naturally understand. That is nothing but empty fantasy." Sunday's tone was very flat, without a trace of reluctance.

Those coming and going in Pinocchio are all the wealthy and noble; seven rest days to them is merely icing on the cake.

The premise of this idea of his couldn't stand long ago, so naturally he wouldn't bring it to the table again.

"Good then." Xuan Ge nodded, counting it as agreed.

"Go back and keep your mother company properly." He waved a hand, power rolling up Sunday and sending him, person and shadow together, back to Pinocchio.

Having done these things, he turned around.

In the pitch-black starry sky, a figure was walking over, treading the boundary of nothingness.

Left hand gripping the sword, every step like treading on the crack between life and death that not even light can shine into.

"Huang Quan, right?" Xuan Ge looked at her.

"Right." Huang Quan stopped before him, left hand still on the scabbard, purple eyes lifting, staring straight into his eyes.

"Why do you want to kill me?" Xuan Ge asked.

He was truly puzzled.

This woman wanted to chop him down the moment they met — what was this about?

Could it be he really is scum, and forgot about her?

Huang Quan's purple pupils stared at him without moving: "Because you are scum."

Xuan Ge: "...."

He opened his mouth, then closed it, took a deep breath, opened his mouth again, and only let out a sigh.

"I.... you.... ah...."

This answer so direct it didn't even have a curve, choked back all the words he had prepared.

"I've seen many versions of you." Huang Quan took a step forward, drawing closer to him.

She lifted her gaze: "But every single one of those yous went mad in the void, and fell into depravity in the end."

Her purple eyes reflected his face.

"But this you... can still be saved."

"How to save me?" Xuan Ge met her gaze, his mind already vaguely grasping her logic, "By cutting me down with a single slash?"

Huang Quan didn't answer that question; instead, she shifted her gaze downward by half an inch, her tone suddenly changing: "Heard you like them big."

Xuan Ge moved his gaze away from her face, looking toward the starlight elsewhere.

His hand unconsciously settled on his belt buckle.

Xuan Ge had already mentally rehearsed how to give Sunday a complete childhood after returning.

"Looks like you're still the same as before." Huang Quan crossed her arms, gazing together with him at that boundless sea of stars.

Her tone carried an additional layer, very thin, but indeed existent.

Like after crossing countless timelines, she had finally seen a coordinate that was still somewhat familiar again.

"We know each other?" Xuan Ge tilted his head to look at her.

Her tone of speech was like she was catching up with someone she hadn't seen in a very long time.

"Lightning Wangchuan Shoumei."

Hearing this name, Xuan Ge's brows furrowed slightly, searching through his memory for a moment.

"The sequence of this name...." He raised his head, his gaze settling on her face again, "Yun Guo?"

"Yes." Huang Quan nodded.

She reached out and took a purple bullet from her person, cupped it in her palm, and extended it toward him.

"Someone entrusted me to give this to you."

Xuan Ge lowered his head to glance at that bullet, but he didn't reach out to take it.

"You should give it to the Xing Hai Rangers' people."

"This is precisely what that Ranger entrusted." Huang Quan's hand didn't withdraw.

"Does he open with 'my baby's'?"

Xuan Ge finally took the bullet, his thumb slowly stroking the surface of the casing.

"Yes." Seeing he had accepted the bullet, Huang Quan said, "He's called Bo Tiou. He said the chief of the Xing Hai Rangers is you."

Xuan Ge froze for a moment.

"Ramnagar!!" Xuan Ge practically gritted the name out through his teeth.

He hadn't expected the Undying Realm Ramnagar to play dirty on him.

Wasn't it just that he snapped his right arm and kicked him flying — did he have to keep staring at his small treasury and not let go!

"Huh? Bo Tiou is actually called Ramnagar?"

Xuan Ge looked at her face — cold yet clearly carrying a vacant cuteness — loosened his jaw, and softened his tone:

"Nothing. Bo Tiou is that cowboy; Ramnagar is someone else."

He was afraid she'd actually take it seriously.

Huang Quan nodded, not pressing further.

"Back to business." Xuan Ge put the bullet away, looking at her again, "How do you plan to cleanse the void from me?"

Huang Quan didn't speak.

Her left hand gripped the scabbard, her right hand touched the hilt.

Xuan Ge looked at the energy accumulating on the blade, and gave a reminder:

"You can't cut me. Even if I withdraw the cause, if this slash of yours doesn't kill me — then in turn, you'll be the one suffering."

".... Oh." Huang Quan's movement stopped.

She gently pushed the hilt back into the scabbard, moved her right hand away from the sword, and the aura around her returned to calm.

Xuan Ge looked at her "fine then, won't cut" composed appearance, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he decided to explain the condition clearly after all.

"This void, in my words — is stuck on my Path, clutching at my heels."

"Xing Xiao once helped me check. In simple terms, the road behind me has already been painted black by the void. I've dragged the void a long way."

Finished speaking, he glanced at Huang Quan.

Huang Quan was looking at him, purple eyes clear to the bottom, expression serious and focused.

That focus held no confusion, no follow-up questions, only a tranquility that had heard every word into her ears but completely hadn't understood any of it.

Xuan Ge's mouth corner twitched.

She heard it, but completely didn't understand.