Chapter 419: Here We Go Again

Shouldn't we first be suspicious, then probe, and gradually confirm through dialogue and observation?

How could that be? At a glance, before I even finish speaking, you flip the table and shout, "You're fake"?

Has the bond and familiarity among your Train Group members already reached this level of "soul counterfeit detection"?

Can you instantly see through even the meticulously simulated façade she crafted?

Chang Ye Yue internally fires off rapid snark, but no longer strains to keep that stiff smile on their face.

The girl let out a silent sigh.

The hint of fabricated "highlight" in their eyes extinguished instantly, reverting to the original deep, lazy, and detached gaze.

The expression on the face peeled away like a mask, returning to that mysterious Calm.

It seems the path of peaceful disguise is no longer viable.

Walther saw the opponent's eyes and aura shift in an instant, his caution deepening, and his grip on the staff tightened a few more degrees.

The other party can imitate Xiaosanyue's outward appearance so vividly, even faintly bearing a similar essential aura; this is far from ordinary disguise or shapeshifting, there must be something fishy, and the danger is unknown.

However, just as he was about to apply further pressure or call for a companion—

Chang Ye Yue's hand holding the Black Umbrella twitched slightly.

Beneath the canopy, in the shadows, several semi‑transparent deep‑red jellyfish phantoms emitting a hazy crimson glow silently materialized.

They did not attack, merely brushed the air around Walther gently.

"Buzz…"

A barely perceptible ripple began to undulate.

Walther, who was about to gather his power, suddenly halted.

He felt a faint wave of dizziness wash over him.

The scene before his eyes seemed to blur for a tenth of a second, and some freshly formed clear judgments wavered and dissipated like ripples from a stone tossed into water.

He instinctively brushed his forehead and shook his head.

Looking again, the figure standing before him was still the girl holding a Black Umbrella, dressed in a black‑red gown.

A slightly embarrassed, goofy smile lingered on the girl's face.

"Yang Shu? What's wrong with you? Is my new outfit too weird and scared you?"

"San Yue Qi" blinked, their tone caring.

Walther frowned and examined "her" closely.

The clothes were indeed different from usual, the style a drastic shift, but… it didn't seem to be a problem?

It's normal for Xiaosanyue to occasionally try a new style.

Just now… was I being a bit too sensitive?

It felt like something was off, but I can't recall exactly what.

He shook his head, brushed the vague sense of discord aside, and softened his tone: "It's nothing. Your outfit… hmm, quite unique."

He gave an objective assessment, his gaze lingering briefly on the black‑red color scheme and mysterious aura that starkly contrasted the former lively pastel blue, yet no further suspicion arose.

Chang Ye Yue (reading aloud): "Right, right, I told you I'd try a new style. Yang Shu, why are you alone here? Where are Xinghe and Teacher Dan Heng?"

Walther pushed his glasses back: "We're investigating some… abnormal signals nearby. Dan Heng is on the other side. How about you? Why did you come here alone?"

"I'm just wandering around. Pinokanni is so big, there are still many places I haven't seen yet."

Chang Ye Yue naturally continued the conversation, while pondering whether to leave, to engage, and to look for A Xing.

Perspective shift.

Xinghe opened their eyes.

What entered the view was a familiar space.

There were no distinct wall boundaries; the floor was smooth as a mirror, reflecting a soft, source‑unknown light.

"Here we go again…"

Xinghe muttered softly, rubbed his eyes, and sat up from the chilly floor.

This is that strange "Dream Space."

Around the time of departing Yaliluo-VI for Xianzhou Luofu, when she fell asleep, her consciousness inexplicably linked here.

At first she was quite cautious, assuming it was the influence of the Star Core or some unknown enemy's trap, but later realized… this seemed to be a "Training Room."

A super Training Room that spawns sparring partners on its own.

Xinghe moved his neck and shoulders, twisted his waist, and performed a few simple stretches.

Experience tells her that each time she appears here, it won't be long before a short‑haired white man with a cold stare, or a hot‑tempered, flame‑emanating fellow, shows up and dives straight into combat without a word.

Although after each "awakening" she feels refreshed, with a slight boost to combat instincts, bodily reactions, and even subtle tweaks to her destiny‑linked power, but…

Who can endure such high‑intensity combat training every night?

Even the leisure time of rummaging through trash cans gets squeezed out!

She sighed, habitually scanning the surroundings for that "hard‑to‑get friend" who also often appears here.

Sure enough, not far from her, a white silhouette lay face‑down on the ground, two long white plaited braids draped limp on its back, motionless as if it hadn't yet recovered from the landing's dizziness.

Xinghe walked over, crouched, and patted the other's shoulder: "Hey, wake up, time to work."

"Um… don't disturb… another five minutes…"

The prone girl mumbled indistinctly, burying her face further into her arm.

Xinghe patted twice more, a bit more forcefully: "If you don't get up, when the sparring partner arrives later, there'll be no one to share the firepower with you."

The words seemed to work.

The girl on the ground stiffened, then reluctantly propped herself up.

She lifted her face, revealing a beautiful yet now expression of "life has no allure," her azure eyes still tinged with sleep, a rebellious tuft of white hair standing up on her head.

"Ah… why is it here again…"

Qiana frowned, glanced at the surrounding space that was both extremely familiar and terribly headache‑inducing, then looked at Xing. "Tonight… oh no, this time, we have to train again?"

Xing nodded, and sat cross‑legged beside her as well: "Looks like it. But those two guys don't seem to have spawned yet."

She was referring to the ice‑wielding cold‑noodle guy and the fire‑wielding hot‑headed brother.

Qiana mimicked Xing, sitting cross‑legged, exhaling a long breath, trying to expel the frustration of being forced into "overtime."

The two sat in silence for a while, enjoying the brief calm before the storm.

"Speaking of which,"

Xing suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, turned to Qiana, and extended a hand, "Even though we've taken several hits, we still need a formal introduction—Star Rail, Nameless Guest, Xing."

Qiana was momentarily stunned, looked at Xing's outstretched hand, then offered her own, gripping firmly, her face breaking into a straightforward, lively smile: "Destiny Valkyrie, Qiana Kaslanna! Please take care of me, Xing!"

The two hands clasped, shook, marking the completion of a formal friendship in this odd Training Room.

"It feels like every time we come, we're thrown into some devilish boot camp,"

Qiana released her hand, hugging her knees, chin resting on them, and complained, "That white‑haired one… and that fire one… their attacks are way too harsh! Even though we don't actually die, the pain is very real! Yimei and Bronya were never pulled in, why is it always me?"

"Maybe it's because you have an extraordinary talent?"

Xing shrugged, joking, "Or maybe just plain luck."

She was also curious about the mechanism of this space, and why she and Qiana were chosen.

But she had a gut feeling that this might be linked to Uncle Yang.

After all, Uncle Yang seemed to know something, yet every time she asked, his answers were vague.

Mentioning Uncle Yang, Xing recalled something and asked, "By the way, Qiana, over at your side, do you know someone named Walther? He wears glasses, looks rather serious and steady, sometimes uses a cane, and knows a lot of stuff."

"Walther?"

Qiana blinked, then nodded, "I know him! He's our St. Freya history teacher! Yang Shu! His lectures are amazing, though sometimes too serious, but he's a good person! How did you hear about Mr. Yang? Could it be…"

She suddenly thought of a possibility, eyes widening slightly, "Do you also know a teacher named Yang?"