Chapter 235: No Problem

But Qiana's words made her temporarily overlook this detail.

The two of them went back and forth, trying to paint the picture of their own worlds to each other.

One spoke of a train traversing the starry sea, destiny Star God, crossing the galaxy; the other described fighting Honkai, the Valkyrie Academy, protecting the sole home.

The dialogue gradually shifted from introductions to a peculiar clash and complement of worldviews.

Both sides found the other's description both novel and hard to fully believe, yet the earnest expression made it seem not fabricated.

Just as Xinghe tried to explain that the "simulated universe" and "memory bubble" might record information from their world, Qiana strained to understand whether the "Imaginary Number Tree" and Quantum Sea were linked to Corruption Energy—

The Training Room door burst open with a sudden "boom" from outside!

A scorching, violent, unabashedly warlike aura surged in like a volcanic eruption!

The newcomer was tall, wearing a strange Mask that covered the upper half of his face, his crimson hair like burning Flame; just standing there raised the Training Room's temperature several degrees, and the invisible pressure made breathing stifling.

It was Qianjie.

He didn't even glance at Xinghe and Qiana in the room— or rather, to him the Training Room was just two ordinary "training data projections" for venting excess energy.

"Tsk… boring."

Qianjie's low, hoarse voice carried suppressed anger; he twisted his neck, producing a light "click", his gaze sweeping over Xinghe and Qiana as if assessing which Sandbag suited his mood.

"Fine, both together. Let me see how many I can tear down today!"

Before the words finished, giving no time to prepare, Qianjie's figure vanished on the spot!

In the next instant, a scorching wave and a raging fist wind simultaneously engulfed Xinghe and Qiana!

"Waa!" / "What?!"

Xinghe and Qiana shouted in unison, never expecting this "friendly cultural exchange" to be interrupted so abruptly and violently.

Yet both's combat instincts were instantly triggered!

Xinghe reflexively produced the ever-present bat in his hand, wrapped with the solidified power granted by destiny, swinging diagonally to Blocking the crimson scorching fist!

Qiana's reaction was equally swift; a misstep sent her body sliding to the rear side, while her right hand formed a vague grip— almost instinctively, she felt a weight in her hand and a familiar weapon materialized.

Bat!

"Bang—!!!"

Another muffled thud, heavier than before!

Qiana felt her arms violently shaken, her palm numb, her body thrust off the ground by the raging force, flying backward.

Fortunately, Xinghe on the other side readjusted his balance, using the bat to deflect from the side, easing some of the force, and they staggered left and right to steady themselves.

(That was close! Almost flew out... but...)

Qiana gasped twice rapidly, surprised to find that despite the mess, the soreness in her arms faded quickly, and the Corruption Energy circulating within seemed more active than the last time here, automatically healing the discomfort.

The last time she faced that white‑haired ice mountain man, a single strike nearly knocked her down; now she could barely withstand a blow from this irate Masked man?

"Oh? The Sandbag's still sturdy?"

Qianjie seemed slightly surprised, a vague low hum coming from beneath the Mask.

Yet he clearly had no intention to stop; his figure blurred again, scorching aura locking onto Xinghe and Qiana from both sides!

His attack was plain, only raw power, speed, and heat, fists and kicks turning into a crimson afterimage that completely enveloped the two.

"This won't do!"

After Xinghe barely blocked another massive straight punch from Qianjie, he shouted to Qiana, "Cooperate! Find the rhythm!"

"Got it!"

Qiana strained to focus, beginning to watch Xinghe's movements and the gaps in Qianjie's attacks.

When Qianjie hurled a punch at Xinghe, she mustered courage, launching a side "horizontal sweep" at Qianjie's ribs, trying to disrupt.

Qianjie casually blocked with his arm, deflecting her attack, then slapped back, the scorching wave scorching Qiana's cheek, forcing her to retreat quickly.

Perspective shift·Zhulin

Qingque's smile was nearly frozen into a Mask.

She stared at the serious Hua before her, the bitterness inside worse than staying up all night misreading a divination.

"I... I'll teach you a technique called 'Great Void Sword Qi.'"

Hua's voice was calm, as if stating the weather was nice today.

(Great Void Sword Qi?!)

Qingque instantly recalled the massive sword's phantom from her last dream, her neck instinctively tensing.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Qingque hurriedly gestured, attempting a final plea, "Hua... uh, senior! You see, I'm... I have no strength to bind a chicken, I've never handled swords since childhood! Really! Our Tai Bu Si relies on divination... uh, on wisdom and strategy to solve problems! Wielding blades isn't for me, truly not!"

She tried to appear frail and helpless, her eyes pleading "spare me."

Hua listened silently, his gray eyes showing no change, and after Qingque finished, he slowly said, "No problem."

Qingque: "... huh?"

"'Great Void Sword Qi' is just a name, a general principle."

Hua explained, his tone composed, "It isn't limited to a sword. Its core lies in the five aggregates—'mind', 'form', 'intent', 'soul', 'spirit'—the way to understand, condense, and wield one's power. Even if you use a knife, a gun, a staff... or any other thing, as long as it follows the principle, it falls under 'Great Void'."

She looked at Qingque, her gaze calm yet unquestionable: "Show me how you normally confront enemies or use your power."

Qingque: "... can it be like this?!"

She felt her final excuse was lightly exposed, sighed inwardly, realizing she couldn't evade today.

"Sigh..."

Resignedly sighing, Qingque trudged to a small clearing in Zhulin.

She closed her eyes, then extended a finger, lightly tapping the empty ground before her.

The air rippled slightly, a faint circular platform glowing with soft white jade light slowly materialized.

Above the platform, several translucent jade‑card phantoms hovered in midair, rotating slowly.

"So… that's it."

Qingque, a bit embarrassed, scratched her head, casually "pulled" a jade‑card phantom from the void, and then… like throwing a hidden weapon, tossed it without much flair at a nearby bamboo.

The jade‑card phantom drifted lightly, struck the bamboo pole, emitted a soft "pop" sound, and then shattered and vanished like a soap bubble, not even dislodging a single bamboo leaf.

Qingque's face flushed a bit, and she quickly added, "Senior, look! This is all the skill I have! Really! I'm just a Xiao Bu Zhe of the Tai Bu Si—a fortune‑telling, paperwork‑handling Diviner. Usually I only use these jade cards to deduce the luck of the stars, or… uh, for fun. Fighting and such, I'm truly not good at! So… maybe we should…"

She looked at Hua with hopeful anticipation, hoping he would give up here.

Hua didn't speak immediately, but his gaze lingered thoughtfully on the slowly rotating jade‑card platform and the dissipating phantoms for a moment.

(The materialization of destiny power? Such a unique form… completely different from Corruption Energy. Is this the Rule of this universe? Indeed marvelous.)

She understood in her heart that the girl was not powerless; rather, the form and application of her power differed vastly from conventional martial arts, and the owner clearly had no intention or desire to use it in combat.

"Is the demonstration over?" Hua asked.

Qingque nodded as if crushing garlic: "All done, all done! That's it! So barren!"

Hua gave a slight nod, pondered for a moment, and just as Qingque thought she was about to declare, "Your aptitude is too low, forget it," she spoke again: "No problem."

Qingque: "…huh???" "No problem"?!