Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Yu Kong sighed in exasperation, rubbing his forehead.

"The general searched the whole city for you, and you just collapsed on the street, and in the end, it was the train passengers who had to treat you!"

"What...did I faint?" Yan Qing's pupils dilated suddenly; he could no longer remember what had happened.

"Your eagerness to win made your resolve waver, and you almost succumbed to demonic possession!"

With a loud thud, he kicked the sword right in front of Yanqing.

"The general has ordered that you stay on the immortal ship during this period and are not to participate in any battles!"

"I……!"

Yanqing stared blankly at the sword at his feet, and said in confusion:

"But the situation on the Immortal Ship is not optimistic. Not only are the Demonic Yin Body involved... but there's even a chance of escape..."

At this point, Yanqing glanced at March 7th and Yan Mouren, then stopped talking and skipped over the rest:

"...The Immortal Ship needs me!"

"What the Immortal Ship needs are warriors who obey orders, not reckless brutes who charge forward without thinking!"

Yu Kong exhaled a breath of stale air and looked coldly at Yan Qing:

"Now, get out of here."

"..."

After a long silence, Yanqing clenched his fist and slowly bent down to pick up his sword.

"……Yes."

After Yan Qing left with heavy steps, Yu Kong's gaze fell on Yan Huan and San Yueqi.

"..."

Chapter 227 Who else could it be but you?!

"What are you worried about?!" Yan asked, puzzled.

"I'm sorry, Yanqing has caused you trouble."

Suddenly, Yu Kong bent down and bowed to the two of them.

This scene stunned both Yan and Sanqi.

Including this time, this is the third time the train crew has clashed with the Xianzhou.

When they arrived, Tingyun and Yunqi wanted to imprison the train crew, and the former knelt down once.

During the meal, the Yunqi Army ordered the train crew to go to Sichen Palace for trial, and Sichen Palace almost ceased to exist in the world.

After leaving Sichen Palace, Yanqing came to find Walter for a solo match, and almost made Yanqing disappear from the world.

Along the way, the train crew didn't encounter any Star Core Hunters or kill many Void Soldiers, but they frequently clashed with the Immortal Ship.

"My fellow allies on the train, I, Yu Kong, assure you that the Immortal Ship will never again have any conflict with you."

"This is also the general's intention."

Yu Kong slowly raised his fair chin:

"Now that the Immortal Ship is in imminent danger and various forces are lurking in the clouds, it is really not appropriate for them to fight amongst themselves so frequently."

Hearing this, March 7th tilted her little face up:

"Internal strife is one thing, but afterwards we have to heal your people. Aren't you ashamed?"

Milk Cloud Rider, repairing Sichen Palace, and just now saved Yanqing who was almost driven mad by qi deviation.

Although Yan Huan charges a small consultation fee, she has already done more than enough.

"That's right. We are very grateful for the train's generosity. We were wrong to do these things, and this is our compensation..."

As he spoke, Yu Kong slowly stepped back, revealing the scene outside the door.

"This fine starship is a gift to you."

"Xingcha?!"

On March 7th, he stepped outside and silently watched the ship slowly floating in the air, wondering:

"Did you drive this here?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Are you getting a new car, that's why you're letting us drive the old one?"

"This is a new car."

"But it doesn't smell of paint."

"This is a Star Chariot, it doesn't have that flavor."

"..."

Yan came out:

"But we don't have driver's licenses."

“It’s alright, I can make a special exception and the train crew doesn’t need a driver’s license.”

"What if there's a car accident?"

"I'll pay for it myself."

"..." "..."

After completing the formalities, Yu Kong left, saying he had other matters to attend to.

The train crew was delighted to receive a special vehicle with a unique design from the Xianzhou (Fairy Boat) brand.

"Wow, Uncle Yang fought three fights and won us a car!"

On March 7th, he stroked the Star Chariot's exterior, praising it repeatedly:

"How exactly does this thing float up? Are they sold on other planets? Could we make a lot of money by selling it?"

"Good question, but haven't we forgotten someone?"

"Who?"

……

Inside a dark room.

Walter sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers interlaced, staring blankly at the image projected on the projector.

'Hahaha...this place is now called Yang Chaoyue Square!'

'Hey kid, what are you doing?'

'A mere trick, yet you dare to show off your amateur skills before an expert? Star of Eden!'

'Hey kid, wake up! You lost, you should at least kowtow a few times, right?'

'You wretched woman, today I'll make sure the Si Chen Palace ceases to exist in this world!'

'Hahahaha—! This is the true leader of the Anti-Entropy Alliance—the true Welt—the true…me—!!'

drop--!!

Walter pressed the remote control hard and turned off the screen.

"..."

More than ten minutes later.

The door creaked open.

Upon entering the room on March 7th, he couldn't help but frown:

"Wow, it's so dark in here, the curtains are all drawn tight. Uncle Yang, have you turned into Dracula?!"

"Hey, Uncle Yang? Where are you?!"

"Is it dead?" Yan asked, frowning.

"It's so dark here, won't it smell bad?" March 7th pinched her nose.

Walter: "..."

"Wow! Uncle Yang, what are you doing squatting there like a ghost!"

From March 7th's perspective, Walter was crouching in a corner with his hands around his knees, his hair unusually messy, as if he had been frantically scratched.

His eyes were weary, he looked up blankly, and forced an awkward smile:

"Oh...you've arrived. Are you about to set off?"

"Ah... Uncle Yang, this isn't just about whether we can leave or not. Why don't you go see a doctor?"

"No need... I'm fine."

"Really? Is it because you were too tired from fighting with that little boy that you're not in a good mental state now?"

"No... I'm not tired."

Standing beside March 7th, Yan stroked his chin and pondered for a moment, when suddenly a brilliant idea flashed into his mind:

"oh--!!"

"I know, he's on his period!"

"?"

March 7th narrowed his eyes:

"What's wrong with your thinking? Uncle Yang is an old man, how could he get his period?!"

Walter: "..."

"Then why do you think he's squatting there now? Isn't he on his period? Is he using the toilet?"