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Before anyone could react, Xing had already darted out from the train crew and rushed towards Qiye's head.

She reached out and picked up Jingliu, who was still lying on Qiye's head, and held him up to her eyes to examine him for a while.

Jingliu was completely awakened by her hug, and he shook his little head.

After recognizing who was in front of her, she immediately struggled, pushing Xing's face with her two little hands and kicking her short legs wildly in the air.

She called out in a childish voice:

"Hmph, who told you to hug me? I didn't give you permission!"

You're neither my disciple nor Yuan Jing, so why are you hugging me?

"Put me down right now, or I'll stab you with my sword!"

Xing's expression instantly switched to a pitiful mode as she looked at Jing Liu and said aggrievedly:

"Great General Who Protects the Nation, do you despise me that much?"

I am your apprentice's partner, and by seniority I am also your junior.

I just want to hug you, just once.

Seeing her like this, Jingliu involuntarily stopped struggling.

She couldn't stand that kind of look, back when she was in Singapore.

Qi Ye would look at her with that same gaze whenever he wanted to rest a little longer, and she would always soften her heart.

But not this time, because she had finally managed to reunite with her disciple.

Why should this guy hug me?

Just as she was hesitating whether or not to actually use the ice sword to pierce the star.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side and steadily snatched the mirror from Xing's hand.

Qiye placed Jingliu back on her head and helped her tidy up her hair that Xing had messed up.

Then, with his hands on his hips, he spoke in a very familiar tone:

"What are you pretending for? My master is mine."

You, the former emperor, want to take on a disciple yourself, stop targeting my master.

Last time you wanted to hug me but I didn't let you. Do you think you can fool me this time by pretending to be pitiful?

I'm telling you, my master is mine.

Xing looked at him and blinked:

"You've recovered. Just now you were hanging your head and didn't dare to look at people, but now you can stand with your hands on your hips and compete with me for the master's position."

Your side effects are gone? Speaking of which, that halo above your head seems to be gone too.

"Of course. What can a mere personality reversal do to me?"

"Just take it off!"

Qi Ye straightened his collar, raised his chin slightly, and still had that arrogant expression that made him want to punch someone.

Jingliu lay on top of him, her little hands tugging at his hair.

He glanced down at Xing, snorted, and then turned his face to the other side.

He expressed his attitude of "I only let my apprentice hold me" through his actions.

March 7th, unable to bear watching any longer, poked her head out from behind and interjected:

"Could you two please stop discussing the deal here? The Cloud Cavalry and Lord Taibu are all around us."

Yanqing was somewhat stunned at this moment.

He was still trying to process the fact that the white-haired little girl had easily crushed him.

Now we see this chaotic scene again, with the people on the Starry Sky Train fighting over each other for their master.

A sense of bewilderment, as if one's worldview was being rebuilt, appeared on her delicate face.

He looked down at his sword and muttered to himself, "So this is how people on the Starry Sky Train communicate."

Fu Xuan, who was standing next to him, coughed lightly and glanced between Qi Ye and Xing.

She had just witnessed Qi Ye go from looking down at people to standing with his hands on his hips protecting his master.

He thought to himself that after the light cone was removed, he recovered faster than anyone else.

Just as she was about to say something to steer the conversation back on track, Walter's voice came from beside her.

Walter's maniacal laughter had stopped.

He strode up to the crowd, his hands behind his back.

He raised his chin slightly and swept his disdainful gaze across the Cloud Cavalry formation.

Then, pointing to the Jianmu tree in the distance that was recovering, he spoke loudly:

"What are you still doing here?"

It's just a mere Jianmu tree, not some tree in the void. What is it anyway? It's just a small branch.

Leave everything to me. Understand?

The entire Yunqi Army formation remained silent for a while.

Fu Xuan stood still, looking at the person in front of him with an overwhelming aura.

A middle-aged man who always says things like, "What's so special about a mere Jianmu tree?"

Then I remembered the calm and gentle Walter Young I had met before.

I feel like my perception is going through a small storm.

She turned to March 7th beside her and asked in a low voice:

"Is this Mr. Yang Walter's brother?"

Or was it a disguise? Why is this person completely different from the one I met before?

March 7th sighed and replied as usual:

"This is another side effect of the light cone that Qi Ye sold to Uncle Yang."

That light cone is called "Confidence is the Peak," and its effect is that the more confident you are, the stronger you become. As a result, Uncle Yang became like this after wearing it.

Fu Xuan remained silent for a moment, then looked at Qi Ye with a subtle gaze.

Qi Ye subconsciously took half a step back under her gaze and adjusted the mirror above her head.

"Fu Xuan, don't look at me like that. Uncle Yang bought that light cone voluntarily. I didn't force him."

And you've seen the results, although the side effect is that it makes one a bit arrogant.

But this is much lighter than the previous ones.

Look at the scenery…

He almost blurted out the name "Jingyuan," but quickly coughed and swallowed the words back.

"You see, the feedback from those previous clients has been quite good."

Fu Xuan didn't press the matter further, but she silently made a mental note of it.

Every light cone sold by Qiye was ridiculously powerful, and its side effects were also ridiculously varied.

I must never use his light cone again.

However, there is another more pressing issue at the moment.

She glanced around at everyone present, her brow furrowing:

"Where's Tingyun? I appointed her as the guide for the Star Train; shouldn't she have come with you?"

March 7th paused for a moment, looked around for a while, and the expression on his face changed from confusion to embarrassment.

Xing answered for her:

"After Uncle Yang killed that deer, he led us here at breakneck speed. It seems that Miss Tingyun was left behind at the Workshop."

She should still be behind us, possibly still beside the deer carcass, waiting for us to go back and find her.

Fu Xuan sighed helplessly.

She was just about to suggest sending a few Cloud Cavalry back to provide support.

Walter's arrogant laughter rang out again.

With that confident smile that sent chills down everyone's spine, he announced as if it were the most natural thing in the world:

"I did it on purpose."

That woman was clearly not a good person. I've lived for so many years, what kind of disguise haven't I seen?

Beneath that smile, there's something far more complex.

I deliberately left her in the Construction Bureau to see what flaw she would reveal.

March 7th's eyes widened: "Uncle Yang, are you sure you didn't forget her because you ran too fast?"

Walter answered without changing his expression:

"True strength lies in never explaining one's tactics."

Fu Xuan looked at Walter's face, which was filled with the words "I am the best in the world".

Looking at Qi Ye beside her, who looked helpless, she suddenly realized that she needed to rest after today's battle.

She decided not to press Tingyun any further.

Anyway, whatever Walter says now will be interpreted as "my tactics," and you can't get any real answers from him.

Fu Xuan looked at the now-disappeared halo above Qi Ye's head and said regretfully:

"The white smoke problem hasn't been resolved yet, why did you turn off the light cone?"

Qi Ye shrugged and gestured with her chin towards Walter:

"Since Uncle Yang is already here, why should I bother?"

You have no idea what Uncle Yang's current state is like.

He just called the Jianmu tree a twig and the Fengrao Xuanlu a deer.

To him, a mere smoking alchemical cauldron was probably just a humidifier.

And I don't want to experience social anxiety again. When the halo was on, I didn't even dare to look you in the eye.

That feeling was awful.

He spoke the second half of his sentence with great confidence.

He completely forgot that he was the one who had volunteered to rush into the white smoke alone just now.

Upon hearing this, Fu Xuan subconsciously recalled the way Qi Ye had looked down at his toes earlier, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up slightly.

However, she did not continue the topic, but instead followed Qiye's gaze to look at Walter.

Walter stood on the stone steps at the entrance to Dandingsi, his hands behind his back.

He was looking down on the giant cauldron in the center of the room with an air of superiority, which was still emitting white smoke.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qi Ye stepped forward two paces and called out obsequiously to Walter:

Uncle Yang!

There is a giant cauldron in the central square ahead, and it is emitting white smoke that will accelerate the induction of the demonic body.

We were just wondering how to turn it off. We were worried about the white smoke spreading if we blew it up remotely, and we were also afraid that the demonic spirit would act up if we sent someone in.

But now that you're here, none of that matters anymore!

As he spoke, he took a few more steps forward.

"With your current condition, Uncle Yang, refining it single-handedly is a piece of cake!"

After hearing these words, Walter's arrogant smile curled up even higher.

He looked up at the enormous alchemy cauldron in the distance, let out a disdainful chuckle, and then said loudly:

"Hahahaha! A mere alchemy cauldron dares to be so insolent before me?"

Isn't this just a big pot for burning medicine?

Back when I was working on anti-entropy, I dismantled reactors even larger than this by hand!

"You wait here, watch as I refine this cauldron with my own hands, ensuring it never smokes again!"

After saying that, he leaped into the air, transforming into a streak of light, and rushed straight towards the cauldron in the center of the square.

The Cloud Cavalry soldiers looked up at the ever-shrinking light, their expressions shifting from shock to numbness.

An old soldier nudged his colleague with his elbow and said with an air of worldliness:

"See? This is the style of everyone on the Starry Sky Train."

"That miracle doctor was at least able to take some pictures for us earlier, but this one just flew up and dismantled the alchemy cauldron."

The young soldier next to him swallowed hard and whispered a reply.

"I also want to join the Star Train."