Chapter 179: Yes!

Heimu no longer tangled with identity issues, and turned to the main point: "I suppose you have already learned from Xi Lian about the existence of the Golden Descendant and their general plight. I invited you all here and allowed Xi Lian to 'accidentally' enter Letu; one core purpose is to use your strength to help rescue those Golden Descendant still under abnormal confinement."

"Regarding this, we need more detailed information."

Su took over the conversation and rationally made a request.

His wording was cautious, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Heimu's mouth corner lifted in a faint curve.

"Of course, that's possible."

As soon as she finished speaking, a faint notification sounded simultaneously on all the Heroic Scoundrels' personal terminals, and a highly organized data package—far more detailed and orderly than Xi Lian's account—had silently arrived, covering Weng Fa Luo Si's history, the birth and threat of Iron Tomb, detailed individual files of the Golden Descendant and analysis of their currently observed confinement forms.

"The relevant information has been transmitted. It also includes preliminary suggestions on how to safely approach some Golden Descendant."

Heimu said, his tone returning to the previous Calm, "I will not force you. Whether you extend a helping hand is a choice in your own hands."

After speaking, she seemed about to turn and leave.

"Wait a moment."

Hua Qing's cold voice rang out as she stepped forward, her gaze fixed on Heimu, while she subtly shielded the still bewildered Li Su Shang behind her, "About this child, Li Su Shang. You brought her from her world here—what is the purpose? And how should she return?"

Heimu's eyes then fell on Li Su Shang.

The gaze was calm yet seemed to pierce the surface and see deeper things, causing Li Su Shang to feel an inexplicable chill and instinctively straighten their back.

"She is currently under your care."

Heimu told Hua, his tone an unquestionable statement, "Her arrival involves another project, unrelated to Letu and Golden Descendant affairs. Until the appropriate time arrives, staying here is the safest choice."

Hua's brows furrowed, clearly displeased with the vague answer and imposed responsibility, but seeing that Li Su Shang had nowhere else to go, they temporarily suppressed further questioning.

Heimu said no more, and finally cast a glance at the slightly protruding, complex‑looking Xi Lian.

"As for Xi Lian, until a suitable solution is found, just get along well with everyone for now."

When the words fell, her figure dissolved like ink merging into water, vanishing silently without a trace, as if she had never been there.

Only the lingering tension in the hall and the newly added data in the terminals proved that she had indeed just arrived.

Perspective shift.

Xing lay on the bed belonging to San Yue Qi, whose sheets were patterned with light‑blue stars and moons, hands tucked behind the head, staring absentmindedly at the few glowing star stickers that San Yue Qi had stuck on the ceiling.

The information Kafuka brought during the visit still echoed in her mind—"Xianzhou Luofu", "Script", "Ailiou saw new possibilities".

Those words were like puzzle pieces, and with so few clues in her hand she could not assemble a complete picture.

When the door was gently pushed open, Xing turned her head sideways.

The person who entered had Jizi's mature and elegant figure, deep red hair draped over the shoulders, wearing a light pink pajama printed with cute rabbits—clearly San Yue Qi's taste.

Those eyes, with a simple gaze, unmistakably belonged to San Yue Qi herself.

"I thought it was Sister Jizi."

Xing blurted out.

"Earlier Sister Jizi said we should each return to our own rooms to rest…"

San Yue Qi's voice carried a hint of confusion as she walked to the bedside, trying to sit down with Jizi's usual graceful posture, but she stumbled on the bed edge, nearly falling, and finally scrambled up with hands and feet.

"Ouch!"

Xing watched the jarring scene, unsure what expression to make.

She of course didn't know that the precise "sneak attack" she performed while Sleepwalking last night had left a not‑yet‑fully‑faded bruise on Jizi's forehead, and also cast a slight shadow in the navigator's mind.

"Snap," San Yue Qi turned off the bedside lamp, the room sinking into soft darkness, with only faint starlight from the porthole's nebula.

"So comfortable—"

San Yue Qi let out a satisfied sigh, using Jizi's mature and gentle voice, but the tone sounded like a child with a new toy.

She rolled half a circle on the bed, finding a comfortable position.

Xing lay on the other side of the bed, keeping a polite distance.

Both fell quiet, only the low hum of the train engine continuing in the background.

"Um… Xing?"

A few minutes later, San Yue Qi's voice sounded in the darkness, tinged with a hint of hesitation.

"Hm? What's wrong?"

Xing turned her head, though the darkness obscured the other's expression.

"Could you move your hand away?"

Xing froze for a moment, then realized her right hand had somehow rested on the other.

The feel was soft, warm, and the position seemed off…

"Oh, sorry."

She quickly withdrew her hand, the atmosphere becoming a bit awkward.

Silence spread again.

Another half‑minute passed.

"Put it down! Don't keep it there!"

San Yue Qi's voice clearly carried embarrassment.

Xing only then realized that after pulling her hand back, her subconscious seemed to crave exploring that sensation so different from San Yue Qi's usual, and her hand involuntarily returned—switching from the right to the left.

Too terrifying!

"Oh, sorry."

Xing apologized again, her tone so calm that even she thought it a bit excessive, "Just a little curious."

She honestly moved her hand down, avoiding sensitive areas, and placed it on the other's waist side.

That should be okay, right?

"Hmm…" San Yue Qi seemed to let out a sigh of relief.

Yet Star's thoughts were still immersed in the daytime information, and her hand unconsciously brushed the side of the other's waist twice, then slid down a bit, simply daydreaming.

Right! It was daydreaming!

Snap!

A crisp sound burst in the darkness.

Followed by the muffled thud of a heavy object hitting the floor.

San Yue Qi panicked and sat up, turning on the bedside lamp.

She saw that Star had already rolled under the bed, lying on her side on the floor, motionless.

A clear red palm print was on her left cheek.

"Star? Star! Are you okay?"

San Yue Qi hurriedly climbed down, squatted beside Star and rocked her.

Star forced one eye open, her vision blurry, her head buzzing.

"I… I think I see stars… so many stars…"

She murmured, then tilted her head and completely fainted.

San Yue Qi sat dumbfounded on the floor, looking at her own hands, then at Star, who had fainted with a palm print on her face; her expression shifted from panic to bewilderment, finally becoming one of helpless laughter.

"It's over… I knocked Star out… with Jizi sister's hand…"

She whispered plaintively, "How am I going to explain this tomorrow…?"

Saint Freya Academy·Qiana's Room

Under different starry skies, different worlds.

Qiana hummed an off‑key tune as she pushed open the door to her room.

Today was fairly ordinary—classes, training, cooking (eating) with Yimei, gaming with Bronya, except that my aunt somehow fell in the kitchen; I was a bit worried but she seemed fine.

"I'm dead tired, miss me…"

She stretched lazily, ready to dive straight onto the soft big bed.

Then she stopped.

By the pillow, there was an object that shouldn't be there.

It was a Doll about twenty centimeters tall, crafted with unbelievable delicacy.

Its body was a mysterious purplish‑black, wearing a tiny Mo Nu Mao, dressed in an elaborate Lolita‑style dress, with gray‑white hair spilling from under the brim.

The Doll's face bore a faint smile, its purplish‑black eyes made of some smooth material that reflected a subtle sheen under the light.

"Eh?"

Qiana blinked her deep‑blue eyes, approached the bedside, tilted her head and examined the uninvited guest, "Whose is it? From Yimei? Or Bronya?"

She reached out and picked up the Doll.

Its texture was unusually soft and comfortable; the filling seemed not ordinary cotton but a resilient, warm material.

The fabric was high‑grade, the lace trim on the skirt so fine it didn't look machine‑stitched.

Qiana held the Doll up to her eyes, scrutinizing it carefully.

Then, driven by pure curiosity—yes! Curiosity! —she lifted the Doll's skirt.

"……"