Chapter 1515: NO．131：Don

NO．131：Don't you have this kind of talent in your sect?

Face the light of faith, head held high, stride boldly.

Just let it shine proudly, surpassing everything.

Choose, push forward, and walk the path to endless glory.

Let your heart pound wildly.

Just as in the past.

In the past, when we were finalizing the personal piece, we never even imagined the glory being covered in dust; let alone not thinking about it, we simply didn't want to think about it, but there are also some things that have never changed from start to finish.

For example, setbacks.

Don't burn out.

For example, pain.

Have we already reached the critical point?

Until the fire deep inside starts to throb and burn.

It is undoubtedly pain, continuing from Saichang to the present; even on this stage, it is just as clear, making her deeply aware of how she differs from before.

But, the setbacks on the running road have remained constant.

You got hit and you're shaking?

They swallowed the bitter fruit.

You won't get scared, right?

But so what?

Yet the desire for victory remains unchanged.

Ah, the surging survival instinct?

The pursuit of the track remains instinctive.

The impulse awakened by kicking the ground.

Trample the earth, awaken the instinct of impulse.

Have you burned out your soul?

Craving the soul's burnout, even if to prove to the world one's title as number one.

As of now, that arrogant sword pointing to world first in this song has long been severed from reality, yet the unchanging mindset still applies to oneself today; the Tianlangxing Symbol somehow carries a feeling of being struck by fate.

It is like a kind of destiny, and also like a disaster spoken from the mouth—

——Back then, she and the composer hit it off immediately, and the hastily decided-upon suffering part has, to this day, become real hardship, letting her, after tasting it, also gain a deeper understanding of it.

This subtle feeling also distinguishes from the initial freshness, and furthermore lets the other small half of one's soul continuously send forth a fervent, hot-blooded, strengthening sensation.

Vivid and fulfilling, just like the Saichang not long ago, it lets her feel again the joy of life itself.

Perhaps that's how it should be, she thought.

One should cast aside all those lengthy, burdensome thoughts, let the exalted hot-blooded spirit permeate the body, and no longer think about those irrelevant things.

The figure she pursues also shouldn't be troubled by those thoughts; instead, she should freely release that madness, arrogance, and carefree spirit, speaking out 'But so what?' as a free and shining first-class star.

——

«She's really a simple and short-sighted girl; after watching her for so many years, she's reverted to that appearance. »

Gazing at the horse girl shining brightly in the huge projection, the elderly old lady gave a soft, sharp critique, causing the silent man to glance at her and softly say: «Pure, isn't that not bad? »

Laypeople watch the excitement, insiders watch the subtleties; even with no study of song and dance, and the stage being completely fresh, in the past days of hiding like street rats, one could experience nothing at all, but as a pursuer of monster power, and even more as someone deeply affected by monster power to the point of being lovesick, Moon Slack Symbol possesses an extraordinary emotional perception.

However, even so, this merely grants the basic qualification for this conversation.

——Whether it be a demon or the old household master, each can perceive Tianlangxing's current state in their own way.

«There's really nothing wrong with it, is there anyone who expects her to be an all-around household master like Ludao fu? » The demon said, as if giving support, his sideways glance at the Speed Symbol no longer resembling the previous protector: «Why did you entrust her to me? »

If one were to say this oneself, it would be somewhat boastful, but Aomo feels that if his current team were to make a name for itself, it would generally be to go wholeheartedly toward the villainous impression.

Oppressors, peculiar ones, mad ones, cruel ones—especially this madness, as the core link of the undertaking I've undertaken, more or less manifests in each of the horse girls under my command, and indeed can serve as a striking label.

Although this is only something he has recently come to notice a bit in his reflections, when it comes to this old man, he does not shy away from attributing the worst possible intent to her: she has long been aware.

Not only is she aware, she even dares to let me take charge of training those two; it's like slamming the accelerator before a cliff—aside from wanting to witness a destruction, one is mostly anticipating a super cool launch—well, how to land is a problem, and if mishandled it could also be a destruction.

Aomo has a sense of walking a tightrope regarding his training policy and route planning; though danger is danger, danger does not hinder confidence, he indeed has confidence in pulling it off, just as Tianlangxing's victory now.

They say the beginning is hard, but actually the middle is hard too, the end even harder, the whole process is hard.

Because Tianlangxing's major upset this time also drew full attention, from now on one can't expect to be underestimated, to be caught off guard.

Conversely, being anticipated and targeted by other competitors is also an unavoidable problem.

«No one actually expects that, but can't I say that? » Avoiding the questions about the two horse girls, the old lady said this with a somewhat willful, petulant air, also causing Moon Slack Symbol to frown further.

He probably felt a bit out of character, Aomo thought.

Since they first met, his observation of Moon Slack Symbol has never ceased; he can easily tell the other is here for the Speed Symbol, but he seems unsure of the demand, so far he has only been passively responding, never initiating conversation.

If it were anyone else, they'd likely have grown impatient and snapped, «What the hell are you here for? » but Aomo remains patient and interested, after all Moon Slack Symbol's state resembles certain trauma patients he knows, and he has only ever seen such cases in books or videos.

He can now confirm that this Moon Slack Symbol fears the Speed Symbol not at all, but rather feels the same aversion as remembered; unlike the earlier uncle who only wanted to destroy and blow up, this burly old man actually harbors some demand.

He didn't rush to act again, nor did he simply run away; instead, he truly followed me and the Speed Symbol here, watching from afar and listening to Tianlangxing sing.

That would be fine, but when looking and listening, his expression still held traces of shock and dazedness, as if emotions were stirred by the scene, or like an amnesia patient regaining memory through external stimulation.

Right… besides trauma, there should also be some amnesia?

This isn't some special treatment for the protagonist or the male lead…… Should I let Bi Ze come over to judge and complain?

Never mind the treatment for now; just regarding the other's impression of the Speed Symbol, Aomo suspects it's nothing more than a stern, offhand‑critiquing old lady, just like when she first spoke earlier.

As for that later petulant demeanor, although it didn't surface openly, it still added a touch of ordinary temperament—this is probably the crux.

Aomo, who often communicates with the strange and non‑human, naturally has a keen understanding of this, but until successful verification it's only speculation, so he merely continues to monitor that person's reaction, remarking blandly:

You can certainly speak, but as a trainer I can also speak for my subordinate horse girls; to avoid making things difficult for both of us, let's change the topic and let the real main character say a couple of sentences.

As he spoke, he openly turned his gaze to the Moon Chariot Symbol, to that burly figure who, while paying attention to the conversation, kept directing his eyes more toward the Sirius Symbol.

Frankly, your attention to my subordinate horse girl is indeed somewhat abnormal—just because she bears the remnant soul of your family's Sirius?

... So there's actually something like that?

Indeed there is; I thought there might be some connection with you—what's going on? You don't know either?

The Sirius I know of has long been dead—already gone for several years.

What a rare cooperative response, it made Aomo furrow his brows.

So you're looking at the current Sirius; this time, are you willing to say what you've seen?

Why should I tell you?

That really sounds familiar—what was it again? Just a moment ago I was marveling at how he started cooperating.

Because you don't even know what you're looking at, and I can help you figure it out—does that make sense?

... Are we not enemies?

"Out of Sirius's hostility toward you, that's indeed the case." The young man acknowledged.

But if there's an opportunity to gain another benefit before dealing with the enemy, if it were you, would you let it go?

You regard my answer as a benefit?

Why not?