Starry sky, I can hear their secrets.

"If I have the chance, may I ask you for the answer?"

Su Jinyan maliciously set a trap for Jing Liu: "Perfect timing, I also have some questions."

"What is your relationship with this Rakshasa who sells fake Jiba?"

"Is the Rakshasa your friend?"

Jingliu decisively distanced himself from Rakshasa: "He is not my friend."

Rakshasa: "..."

Come to think of it, even if the Immortal Ship erases all traces of the Mirror Stream's existence, it cannot erase the prestige of the Five Heroes of the Clouds and the Sword Master of Luofu.

If Kagami were to acknowledge Rakshasa as her friend here...

Then everyone will know that the former leader of the Luofu Swords has fallen so low as to befriend merchants who sell counterfeit swords.

Even though Jingliu doesn't care about fame or fortune, he doesn't want to be subjected to gossip.

Su Jinyan waved his hand: "Very well, since these 'outside-the-wall' merchants are not your friends, then I—"

Jingliu raised his sword, its blade as cold as moonlight, and said in a chilling voice:

"But he was my comrade-in-arms in fighting against the plague."

"Little brother Su Jinyan, don't get in our way."

"For the sake of our past relationship..."

Out of consideration for our past relationship, I do not wish to be your enemy...

Su Jinyan glanced at the Rakshasa holding a three-foot-long sword with "black spiral massage particles," and hesitated before speaking.

"This this--"

"Little brother, what do you want to say?"

"Jingliu, are you sure this companion of yours is fighting alongside you against the plague of the Ancestor of Longevity?"

"Look at all the fake leather in this coffin, some are black, some are white, and some are spiral-patterned. I've never seen so many different kinds in my life."

"Why do I have a feeling that he's offering so many fake items as tribute to the ancestor of the plague?"

The anger that Rakshasa had barely managed to suppress surged up again.

"Kyoryu, do you also believe his one-sided story?"

Jingliu fell silent.

Her eyes were covered by a black veil, but she was not blind; on the contrary, her senses were clearer than those of ordinary people.

The facts are right before our eyes, the evidence is irrefutable, and all the dazzling items in the coffin are genuine.

But it's clear that Rakshasa would never do something so outrageous.

There is only one possibility: Su Jinyan's skill in illusion has reached its peak, making the illusion appear real, thus deceiving everyone present.

In this vast and boundless universe, anything is possible.

In other words, these toys are very likely real objects conjured up by Su Jinyan.

Jingliu had already made up her mind that in this battle of the Star Gods, no matter the cost, she would kill Shouwen Huzu.

She heard from Yanqing that Su Jinyan had also received the blessing of abundance, and vowed to eliminate the evil of abundance from the world.

In Jing Liu's view, Su Jinyan is a friend worth winning over, not an enemy standing on the opposite side.

If the misunderstanding between him and Luocha can be resolved, perhaps Su Jinyan's little brother can be turned into her help.

Jingliu, against his conscience, said, "As you can see, little brother."

"This is also a necessary price to pay in order to fight against the plague that plagued the ancestors."

Rakshasa's pupils suddenly contracted.

Instead of clearing his name, Jingliu indirectly pushed him into a pit of fire.

Su Jinyan was filled with respect: "You mean, this Mr. Rakshasa?"

"Were these fake Jiba collected specifically to combat the plague ancestor?"

Jing Liu pursed his cold lips: "The homeland of Rakshasa was also destroyed because of the plague that afflicted our ancestors."

"That's right, this is the special blessing he received from Lord Changletian."

"The more of these filthy things there are, the stronger the Rakshasa's power becomes."

"This is our determination, our belief in the hunt, and our willingness to pay any price to completely eradicate 'Abundance'!"

Seeing the hatred in Jing Liu's eyes, the viewers in the live stream expressed their understanding.

With the deliberate downplaying by the Immortal Boat Alliance and the Ten Kings Division, Jing Liu had long since disappeared from the Immortal Boat, and no one could be found.

Almost no one in Luofu knew Jingliu's identity.

But with a celebrity like Su Jinyan endorsing Jingliu, things are different.

The former Sword Master of Luofu, one of the Five Valiant Warriors of the Clouds, a wandering swordsman who lives by his hunting beliefs, Su Jinyan's savior, and who seeks to kill the one who brought plague to the ancestor of longevity with his mortal body...

These combined titles gave the viewers in the live stream a direct understanding of the mirror flow.

They did not understand why they had fallen into demonic possession and were to be expelled by the Ten Kings.

All they knew was that Jingliu, who had returned, was not an enemy of the Immortal Ship.

Rakshasa, a follower of the Mirror Stream, also had her own unavoidable difficulties.

His hometown was destroyed by a plague that afflicted his ancestors. In order to avenge them, Rakshasa was willing to bear the misunderstandings and strange looks of others in order to carry out his belief in hunting.

How could a mere outsider understand our Celestial Ship's belief in hunting so thoroughly? What could be more moving than that?

The heavy atmosphere from just moments ago vanished in the blink of an eye.

Su Jinyan looked guilty and slowly walked up to Luocha, taking his hand and shaking it up and down.

If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, he would have loved to play the essential background music from the Spring Festival Gala, the kind of music everyone uses when making dumplings together.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rakshasa, I misunderstood you."

Rakshasa clenched his teeth silently.

Jingliu's meaning was clear: she wanted to use Su Jinyan to bring him into the camp against the Shouwen calamity.

He must be patient until that day comes.

Su Jinyan: "To express my apology, I have made a decision."

"In my personal capacity, I'll donate a box of fake cigarettes to you!"

Rakshasa: “?”

Su Chang's innocent eyes revealed a resolute look: "Rakshasa, I've made up my mind too."

"Although I don't have much money, I'm very generous when it comes to dealing with the plague that plagues my ancestors."

"This young lady also wishes to have a... a cotton quilt..."

Gui Naifen reminded everyone: "It's just a small contribution."

Su Chang nodded happily: "Xiao Gui is right, I'll do my best!"

"I'm going to donate half a case to you!"

Gui Naifen followed suit: "Since Changchang has donated, then Xiao Guizi should donate two boxes too!"

Rakshasa's face darkened; he would rather everyone hate him to the core than receive their "understanding."

[I'll never rummage through the trash again: This is so touching, my eyes are brimming with tears.]

[Uncle Yang said that our Starry Sky Train also donated three boxes of fake cigarettes!]

[Arahato the Demon Sword: I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!]

[Silver Wolf: Donate, we must donate! I'll donate one box for each of us Star Core Hunters!]

[Watch Diting + Howling Friends: Click here to see Diting's adorable videos at a low price! I'm going to donate all the proceeds from the next three months of video sales to buy Mr. Rakshasa a fake Ji.]

[Invincible Swordsman 123: It's a pity I don't have much money left, otherwise I would have liked to donate too.]

[Uncle Cold Legs: I've contacted my friends, and they plan to pool their money to donate a box of diamond-encrusted jewelry to Mr. Rakshasa.]

In the live stream, those with money were donating, while those without money were sending their blessings.

Everyone pooled their wisdom and efforts, hoping that Rakshasa could achieve his goal as soon as possible—to have more and more fake Jiba.

Uh, no, we mean completely eradicate the plague ancestor.

Jing Yuan's hearty laughter rang out in the distance.

"Mr. Luocha's spirit is truly moving."

"How can it be enough to just let Su Qing spend the money?"

"On behalf of our Shence Mansion, I hereby donate one hundred boxes to Mr. Luocha!"