Chapter 954: Suspected Qingque

Then her eardrum was almost ripped by the shock.

"Pioneer, where are you now—!"

Xing jerked her head back sharply, almost flinging her phone.

The voice on that audio was almost split, completely unlike Fu Xuan's usual calm and detached tone.

The audio automatically played the next one.

"Are you still at that place, specific location—!"

This one's voice was more urgent than the first, speaking faster.

In the background added the sound of footsteps—high heels clacking rapidly on the floor, a chaotic rhythm, utterly lacking the composed gait expected of the Grand Diviner.

The third one played immediately after.

"The gray‑white‑haired person you saw, is she still there—!"

The fourth one.

"Don't get close, don't get close first—"

The fifth one.

"Answer me—!"

The audio finished playing.

Xing pulled the phone away from her ear; the screen's glow illuminated her face, earnest to the point of excess.

Her golden eyes blinked a few times, then she inhaled deeply, as if having grasped the world's great truths, and slowly voiced her interpretation.

"Acting General,"

She cradled the phone against her chest again, her tone full of sincere emotion, "You truly pour your heart out for subordinates; even a Diviner's relative who fell into a demonic shadow, you become this frantic, every word a concern, every sentence urgent."

Xing nodded vigorously.

"Isn't this the legendary cold face, warm heart, knife‑tongued, tofu‑hearted? Qingque, Qingque, you're truly happy in the Tai Bu Si, landing such a good superior."

She was fully immersed in her own imagined 'earth‑shaking, sky‑moving superior sentiment,' not at all realizing that her inference about 'Qingque's relative' might be flawed.

And just as Xing was moved to the point of tears, the others in the group chat were also gradually bombarded by Fu Xuan's string of audios.

Message notification sounds began ding‑ding‑dong‑dong, popping out one after another, scrolling rapidly.

Han Ya's avatar popped up with a text message, concise: "General? What happened?"

Immediately after, Xue Yi: "Did you notice any anomaly? Should I go?"

Yukong's message followed Xue Yi's: "Seeing Lord Fu Xuan's successive messages, what does the Heavenly Ship Office need to coordinate?"

Yan Qing's message also popped up, "General, are you there? Who are the two people in that photo?"

Walther's avatar also lit up.

There were also two bystanders whose names Xing couldn't recall, one asking "Should we activate Tier‑Three emergency response?", the other asking "Is the location in the photo within a lockdown zone?"

Messages scrolled swiftly; the unread bubble on the group chat interface ballooned to double digits in an instant.

Xing lowered her head, watching the messages pop out one after another, and suddenly a flash of inspiration—or rather, her mind conjured an idea she deemed extremely brilliant but was actually wildly absurd.

"Irrelevant content shouldn't be posted here; this is a work group!"

Sent.

The group chat fell silent for about half a second.

Then Han Ya continued, "General, please detail the situation in that photo; we need to assess the risk level."

Xue Yi followed up, "Agreed, Lord Fu Xuan, please provide additional information."

Yukong: "Lord Fu Xuan, we didn't catch your consecutive audios clearly; could you restate?"

Yan Qing: "Yeah, Lord Fu Xuan, what exactly did you say just now?"

Completely ignored.

Totally, utterly, from head to toe ignored.

Xing's imitation was like tossing a stone into the sea; not even a splash rose before the wave swallowed it.

Xing lowered her head, watching her messages drown; her expression flipped twice between 'awkwardly ignored' and 'these people actually have opinions,' then she shrugged, set the group chat back to mute,

Hum, boring.

Then she stuck her head out from the corner again to watch the live street battle.

Inside Shen Ce Fu.

Fu Xuan stood.

His hand holding Yu Zhao trembled slightly, the Divination Eye on his forehead shining blindingly.

When he rose earlier, the motion was too abrupt; his knee struck the edge of the desk, causing the legs beneath his skirt to tremble slightly, the white tights hugging his calves tightly.

One hand braced on the tabletop for balance, the other clutching Yu Zhao tightly.

Her mind had just endured a brief yet extremely intense storm.

Now the storm is receding slowly, Reason String returning to her body piece by piece.

Too impulsive!

Fu Xuan slowly closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and with extreme restraint placed Yu Zhao back onto the table.

Yu Zhao struck the tabletop with a muffled thud; she released her fingers, and reflexively tugged the fingertip back toward it, as if trying to pull something off the screen.

Then she opened her eyes again, glancing once more at the group chat.

Messages had already scrolled by a dozen or so.

Han Ya was waiting for instructions.

Yukong was asking whether the Heavenly Ship Office needed to cooperate.

Yan Qing was asking who the people in the photo were.

Walther is asking about the situation.

All the questions point to the same thing: that photo.

The photo of two people confronting each other in the middle of the street.

Everyone saw the side profile of the gray‑white long hair, but everyone's reaction was to ask, "Who is this?" "What happened?" "How should we handle it?"

No one asked, "Is that person Qingque?"

Fu Xuan's lips pressed into a thin line.

Staring at the screen where the group‑chat messages scrolled rapidly, her eyes swept the text back and forth twice, then her thumb hovered above the keyboard for a moment before pulling back.

Her gaze shifted back to the photo.

The image remained blurry; the pixels were coarse because the focus was set too far during the covert night shoot, yet the gray‑white hair's side profile was still clearly discernible in the moonlight.

Is this Qingque?

Fu Xuan asked herself in her mind.

All her judgment modules simultaneously gave the same answer: yes.

The body proportions had shifted slightly, and the height seemed a bit taller than in Memory.

But she is Qingque!

Even turned to ash, they'd recognize her!

Fu Xuan's finger stopped above the jade‑marked screen.

She couldn't send the words "suspected Qingque".

Setting aside "suspected" for the moment, even if she was 100 % certain that person was Qingque, that information could not be spread in the public work group.

If a formal Diviner of Tai Bu Si fell into a demonic shadow body, the chain reaction that would follow if the news got out is not something she can control now.

The Diviners would panic, the Cloud Cavalry would demand activation of the demonic‑shadow suppression protocol, the Dan Ding Si would intervene with an investigation, and most importantly, if Qingque were indeed classified as a demonic shadow that must be eliminated, she would be exposed without protection to all of Luofu's law‑enforcement forces.

Fu Xuan erased the words "suspected Qingque" from her mind.

She clenched her teeth.

She then typed rapidly on the keyboard, sending out a completely different set of content.

The white‑haired person in the photo is Luofu's former Sword Leader, Jing Liu!