The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

Xing was the first to spot him. The girl's eyes, hidden beneath her gray hair, lit up instantly, and a bright, undisguised smile bloomed on her face. Like a small cannonball, she burst out of the crowd and rushed to Russell in a few strides.

She held aloft an oversized plastic cup with extremely bright and eye-catching colors, water droplets condensing on the cup wall sliding down and leaving wet marks on her dark gloves.

The cup was crammed with colorful, trembling little ingredients, almost overflowing, and a few tender green, uniquely shaped fairy boat-shaped leaves floated in the thick amber liquid.

When I ordered the Fairy Happy Tea for Russell, I was surprised to hear that he could add any toppings.

So, Xing unsurprisingly added all the ingredients, just to make an incredibly delicious and amazing "Fairy Happy Tea." She made two cups of this magical milk tea.

"Mr. Russell! You've finally found me!" Xing's voice was full of energy, almost drowning out the faint whistle of the hovercar passing by. "Look! I ordered this for you! A specialty of the Immortal Ship, a limited edition 'Super Invincible Cool Happy Tea'!"

"It contains golden scale pearls, icy jade dew, and this... it's called 'Momentary Honey Fruit'! They say even immortals would rave about it! Try it quickly, or the taste will be off once the ice melts!"

Russell raised an eyebrow, his sharp gaze sweeping over Xing's eager-to-show-off expression. He reached out and took the heavy cup, his fingertips touching something icy cold.

“Thanks, Xing. But…” he drawled slightly, his tone carrying a stern, uncompromising scrutiny, “Where did you get your credits? I remember you ran out of money when you bought those weird little trinkets in Belleburg, you wouldn’t…”

Xing immediately shrank back, her eyes began to dart around, and she subconsciously scratched her signature gray hair with her dry hand, chuckling awkwardly twice.

"Well... as you know, along the way I've walked, those recycling bins decorated with small, jade-like sparkles along the street..."

"Well, it does have a touch of artistry! Each one is so exquisite, so I... couldn't resist and 'explored' a few! Just a few! Purely out of environmental and archaeological curiosity! There are always some little surprises that others overlook..."

"Ha! How many?" A crisp voice interrupted, tinged with exaggerated skepticism. March 7th stood next to Xing with her hands on her hips, the bow in her light blue hair fluttering playfully with her movement, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes rolling back elegantly without any politeness.

"Ah Xing, would you please swear on every single garbage dump you've 'explored'? What do you mean, how many? From the time we left the port until now, every single one of those garbage cans along the route has been there. Who could escape your eagle eyes and clutches?"

"You only managed to find a few occasionally? The sheer number is enough to turn our train's image in Luofu from nameless scavengers to a 'scavenging master team'! Thank goodness the Immortal Ship's recycling points are beautifully designed and automatically disinfect, and you're quick and always pick times when no one's around, otherwise..."

"But you said it yourself, I did it when no one was around. I don't do it when someone is around."

Xing said this aloud, but in his heart he was thinking, "I'm just kidding. Even if someone tries, I'll take them down. My expansion will involve rummaging through every garbage can in the world. How dare a little fairy boat stop me?"

Russell ignored the two girls' little argument, and with practiced ease, he picked up the slender straw and punctured the sealed lid of the cup with a "pop".

A rich milky aroma mixed with a strange herbal fragrance instantly filled the air, carrying a hint of cool sweetness.

He put the straw in his mouth and took a small sip. The cool, silky liquid, carrying the chewy toppings, slid into his mouth, and the sweetness and various complex aromas exploded on his tongue.

"Hmm," Russell pondered for a moment, then offered a fair assessment, "The layers of flavor in the seasonings and their integration with the tea base are well-balanced; it shows careful thought. However..."

He frowned, feeling the intense, almost sticky sweetness on his tongue: "This is a bit too sweet. If it were reduced by a third, allowing the tea aroma and the natural flavor of the honey and fruit to shine through, it might be even better. But overall, it's a good drink."

He downed the overly sweet tea in one gulp, then his gaze swept past March 7 and Xing, who were still bickering, and landed on the quiet figure standing not far away.

Tingyun was dressed in the standard robes of the Tianbo Bureau, and the fluffy and elegant fox tail behind her was swaying slightly with the airflow from the starting of the Star Chariot Elevator Platform not far away, like the finest silk.

She stood smiling under an elegant glass street lamp by the dock, the warm yellow light softly outlining her delicate profile, a gentle smile on her lips that belonged to the pilots.

His calm and unwavering gaze as he watched the farce unfold appeared both patient and professional, creating an invisible barrier between him and the noisy surroundings.

Russell walked steadily to her and nodded slightly in greeting: "Miss Tingyun, thank you for your hard work. Thank you for showing them around Luofu and for waiting for me here. I really appreciate your thoughtfulness."

His tone was gentle and polite, but his eyes, though seemingly casual in their gaze, were sharp as a scalpel, silently dissecting the "Tingyun" before him.

The result of Chuishizhi's attempt to probe his memories was that they were unfathomable. For Chuishizhi, there was only one possible outcome for someone who was unfathomable: the person on the other side was at least a Commander-level individual.

"Mr. Russell, you flatter me." Upon hearing this, Tingyun immediately bowed slightly in return.

"Guiding guests from all directions and introducing the charm of the fairy boat is my duty as the pilot of the Tianbo Bureau."

"Besides, waiting here is not a spur-of-the-moment decision. Lord Yu Kong is currently dealing with some urgent communications, so waiting a little while is perfectly reasonable." Her demeanor was humble and natural, without a single flaw.

However, it was precisely this overly standard, perfect expression and tone of voice, as if it were a meticulously calculated performance, that allowed Russell's anger to seep up bit by bit.

Every movement she made, every perfectly timed gesture of concern, even the barely perceptible look of disdain and mockery hidden deep within her seemingly gentle gaze, was, in Russell's eyes, a clumsy facade, brimming with arrogant blasphemy and a nauseating sense of hypocrisy.

With the judgment conveyed to him by Chuishizhi, he was certain that beneath this beautiful exterior lay the infamous and ruthless ruler of destruction—Huanlong.

The bounty of abundance is meant to nourish life, heal wounds, and bring prosperity and immortality. How could the nectar sprinkled by the Medicine Master be allowed to be trampled even a little by such wolves that feed on destruction and suffering?

Thinking of the crimes committed by this Extinction Lord, Russell felt a rare surge of cold fury rise within him, a gentle power that stemmed from his abundant nature.

His fingertips unconsciously tightened slightly at his sides, as if they could crush some invisible, malevolent force. If not for Jing Yuan's plan, he might already be…

Under Russell's gentle gaze, Tingyun's heart was not entirely unmoved. A very subtle, almost imperceptible doubt quietly began to grow.

This man was setting foot on Luofu soil for the first time, and the content of his secret conversation with Jing Yuan was unknown, but the way he looked at me now... seemed to conceal a soul-freezing scrutiny beneath the calm surface of the sea.

His gaze was incredibly penetrating, making her feel that her carefully constructed disguise was like a fragile piece of porcelain, which could crack at any moment under this invisible pressure.

Could he really see through her? A fleeting sense of wariness crossed her mind, only to be replaced by a deeper sense of amusement and curiosity.

No, that's impossible. A complete stranger who's just arrived has no reason to recognize you.

He was just... perceptive? Perhaps it was the tense atmosphere on the immortal ship that made everyone a little suspicious?

Her well-trained smile remained unchanged, like the last rays of sunlight piercing through the clouds, still warm and gentle, but a slight pause occurred in her smooth flow of thought.

She had originally planned to subtly extract some information from Russell about his conversation with Jing Yuan—any intelligence that could reveal the movements of Luo Fu's decision-makers was invaluable to her at this moment.

But Russell's current behavior instantly extinguished that thought in her mind.

To focus excessively on matters beyond the purview of a "pilot in the Tianbo Bureau" in front of this man would be superfluous and expose one's own shortcomings. That would not be in accordance with the proper sense of propriety expected of an ordinary pilot.

So, she changed the subject very naturally, as smoothly as if she had rehearsed it a thousand times, and the enthusiasm in her voice was just right: "Now that Mr. Russell has safely returned to the team, our group is finally all together. Please follow me, Lord Yu Kong has been waiting for you for a long time."

"She had a great interest in the distinguished guests of the Star Train who had come from afar."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Miss Tingyun." Walter thanked Tingyun from the side.

She turned slightly to the side, gesturing as if to lead the way. Her fluffy, soft fox tail traced a graceful arc under the lamplight, perfectly concealing all the turmoil and cold calculations in her heart.

The lights ahead grew denser, and the clamor of the city seemed to carry a new frequency. A silent undercurrent beneath the glittering facade of the fairy ship was quietly surging into a deeper vortex as the group moved.

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I feel like I'm going to die today. I haven't even finished watching the rest of the Xianzhou storyline. Ugh. Since I don't want to follow the plot step by step, let's watch some episodes from the Laozaner channel first. I know you guys like watching Aigu TV.

Golden Branches Endure Through the Ages: Chapter 131 The Modified Old Man Faros

A disheveled and exhausted Lai Gu Shi rushed back to his audience seats, and upon sensing the Abundance within his consciousness, he knew something was wrong.

His forced composure crumbled instantly in the face of those two "variables" on which he had placed high hopes.

The abundant revitalizing power was more terrifying than he had anticipated—it was eroding his efficient and punctual mechanical body into a redundant, greedy, and bloody prison.

He decisively abandoned most of his body, barely managing to escape the corrosive influence of the Abundance Power. However, a stubborn trace of Abundance Power, like a maggot clinging to his bone, contaminated his core consciousness.

This feeling was awful. Even his original cold-blooded mind had become slightly milder and more compassionate due to the addition of the Abundance Power. Even if it was only a little bit, it was still quite disgusting to Lai Gu Shi.

Just as the virtual data he created with his own hands, in turn, eroded the creator as a god.

Even if this power originated from the greatest variable—Russell—Legius could not tolerate it. What he longed to witness was the thrilling game between mortals and gods, not the predictable contest between gods.

If that were the case, everything he had done would be completely and without question negated. A mortal slaying a god was the simulation result he desired; everything else should not have been considered.

Russell, the pawn he originally intended to use, has already approached the pinnacle of his abundant destiny, and his very existence blurs the line between mortals and gods.

The biggest variable his program deduced, in the very moment he was about to comprehend everything, suddenly became a threat that had to be eliminated. So at that moment, he no longer cared about the integrity of the program; he had to banish this deity from this world.

The outcome of a game between gods is meaningless. What the ancients truly wanted to see was whether ants could shake the heavens, and whether mortals could defeat the gods.

For a long time, his answer to this question never wavered. Virtual data? It's merely fuel for forging the Iron Curtain. Ultimately, everything must be resolved through the birth of the Iron Curtain.

But now, a series of variables have emerged. Project Iron Curtain... seems less important now. The fact that mortals can now harm gods is clearly more impressive than creating a god to fight against a god.

That was nothing more than a creation paving the way for the destruction of intellect. Now, those mortals whose fate he had ordained are even baring their fangs in rebellion. Does this prove that the cage of the star god he once created is not unbreakable?

Even if all beings are imprisoned in the "Prison of Universal Knowledge," they will eventually find their own path and there is still a glimmer of hope for them to break free.

The ancients, ruthless and efficient, would never have experienced such complex emotions.

But ever since that damned power of abundance seeped into his core consciousness, his way of thinking has completely changed. He can no longer return to that pure, cold mechanical logic. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, he doesn't know.

"Since we're going to put on this show, the gods should go all out!" Lai Gushi's electronic voice was filled with unprecedented fervor. "Only in this way will the struggles of mortals have any value in the game!"

He activated his administrator privileges, his ten fingers blurring through the air as he frantically wrote new reincarnation code.

A glaring red alert popped up.

"Shut up! I am your creator, so accept it obediently." Lai Gushi rudely shut it down.

"Morality? Virtue? I don't need any of it! I will delete all the beneficial factors that can unite the saviors, and add all the harmful factors." He lowered the basic moral level of the Onfaros to the lowest threshold.

"I want suspicion, deception, and betrayal to become the dominant theme of this land."

Another alert flashed, indicating that access was locked.

"Hmph, this little obstacle?" Without stopping, Rigus continued to implant the underlying command of "mutual hatred" into the remaining eleven Titans.

“The Golden Age? No, what I want is the Golden War!” he whispered, as if he could already see the Titans leading their malevolent people, tearing each other apart in the smoke of the Golden Age’s first celebratory battle.

A union with Onphalus? On this soil steeped in malice, it will be harder than climbing to heaven.

Under such circumstances, how could the savior possibly organize a coalition against the gods and launch an attack against him?

Such a significant change made the alliance of the Titans impossible.

As for the Golden Blood… he hesitated for a moment. “Move them, and this game will be too easy.” He ultimately decided to keep that variable.

What he wanted to simulate was whether, under this hellish predicament, the leader named Caislana could still ignite the flames of resistance and gather an allied army to challenge the gods.

The cold, impersonal system notification tone carried an unquestionable authority.

"Trying to stop me? Too late! Besides, I am the god who created you, so shut up."

Lai Gushi's data surged forth. In the last few milliseconds before his access was revoked, he forcibly pieced together and distorted the data fragments left behind by Russell, Bai Er, and others from past reincarnations.

A being without memory, without emotion, and with only the pure command to kill was born—the "Fire-Stealer." Stealing fire was merely a secondary task; its core command was singular: kill all living things!

The cold, synthesized electronic voice proclaims the victory of the rules of order.

Lai Gushi leaned against the cold control panel, letting out a low laugh. Access locked? Whatever.

For this former genius, breaking through this blockade generated by the rules of the scepter itself was only a matter of time. As long as there was no interference from the underlying order of the universe, there would always be loopholes to exploit.

"The stage is set..." He stared at the newly created world on the screen, a world he had utterly distorted—a world of moral decay, war, and formidable enemies. "Karslana, let me see... just how much of your savior title is genuine?"

He extended his mechanical finger with a hint of mockery and gently tapped the "Run" button.

The new Onpharos, fueled by malice and hatred, has been launched with a roar. All of this is controlled by that supreme god.

The gods have made their moves. Now, it is time for mortals to launch a desperate charge against the gods on this cruel chessboard.

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That's all for today's update. Goodnight everyone.

Golden Branches Endure Through the Ages: Chapter 132 The Chaotic Weng Xing

Lycus, that being who sat high on the throne, completed the reshaping of the world. The new world, a world no one had ever imagined, a world where morality had collapsed.

Virtue and justice have vanished, leaving only baseness and filth. The epic tales of heroes have been erased, leaving the Onphalus with only endless war and chaos.

The monster created by the gods using their power will appear after Bai'e completes the unification of Onpharos, and he will eventually tear all the Onpharos people apart with a thunderous offensive.

Because the gods violated their own rules, they were bound by the rules of the world and forced to become spectators in the stands, watching the game they themselves had set up.

But how can ordinary people break this deadlock?

……

The moment the gods completed their plan, Bai'e, who had already transcended the cycle of reincarnation, met Cecis's gaze, and silence filled the space between them.

“I will go to guard the Wall of Plenty,” Ceres broke the silence, his voice steady, “and you, you need to take up the banner of the savior and rebel against that arrogant god who may no longer be able to ignore variables.”

Bai E frowned slightly: "But..."

Sersis raised his hand, interrupting his questioning: "There are two reasons. First, in my attempt to integrate with the Wall of Abundance and find a way to resist it, I discovered that I can also command it to resist the Black Tide, just like you. With me guarding it, the effect should be the same."

He paused, his gaze sharpening as he looked at Bai E: "Secondly, though I hate to admit it, your power far surpasses mine. If that god, despite his arrogance, hasn't abandoned his reason—and I suspect he has—then in this cycle of reincarnation, he will definitely target us."

"At this moment, he has probably already placed a piece on the chessboard."

After a moment's thought, Bai Er objected: "That's unlikely. He's always considered himself a 'prisoner and puppet of the spectators of the gods,' merely an observer."

"According to the established logic of this cycle, all variables should serve the purpose of the Iron Tomb that he mentioned is about to be born. His personal involvement at this moment will only increase the variables."

Sersis let out a low sigh, tinged with the sentiment of an elder: "Child, our very existence, and everything we do right now, is the greatest variable in itself!"

“If we disappear, the variables will naturally vanish as well.” She took a step closer, her gaze deep as she looked at Bai E.

“In the past, he was fearless because he knew that ants in the mortal world could not harm him in the slightest. Time was nothing but a concept to him, so he could leisurely watch this tragic epic unfold.”