Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

Xing stroked her chin; she always had a bit of her own cleverness. "Has no one ever tried making two wishes at once? Like wanting both immense power and endless wealth?"

Our little raccoon in the Milky Way—always so bold and unconventional in its thinking.

Xi Lian, listening from the side, couldn't help but rub her forehead, finding Xing's way of thinking both amusing and exasperating. She coughed lightly and explained on Xing's behalf:

"Generally speaking, the gods... usually prefer content and happy people. To have one wish granted is already a great blessing. What if one makes two wishes out of greed and neither of them comes true? Wouldn't that be even more regrettable?"

“Little Lian is right! Now, let’s go, let Tian take you around the Holy City!” Tian excitedly took Xing’s hand and ran forward like a happy little bird.

Walter and Danheng exchanged a glance, then started walking, following the girls at a leisurely pace.

"This is the Marble Market! It's also the most bustling place in Ohmar." Tian opened her arms wide, as if embracing the entire market. Her voice was full of pride.

The market was indeed bustling with activity.

A dazzling array of shops lined the winding street, the vendors' calls, the customers' haggling, and exotic music drifting in from somewhere, all intertwining to create a vivid symphony of everyday life.

However, Xing's attention was completely drawn to an inconspicuous little stall in a corner of the market. "What does that place sell?"

She squinted and pointed in that direction. "Why are so many people queuing, yet no one is actually getting close to that tent? Everyone seems to be deliberately keeping their distance."

Tian looked in the direction Xing pointed, a puzzled expression on her face. "Huh? When did this little stall appear here? I didn't even know." She nimbly stood on tiptoe, trying to see more clearly.

"But it's no fun standing here guessing. Why don't we go and see for ourselves?" she said, pulling Xing's hand and heading towards the crowd.

Just as they approached, a gentle, flower-scented voice rang in Xing's ear: "Are you here to ask me for an autograph too? Even so, it's best not to get too close to me."

Along with this gentle warning, a force carrying a slight chill yet incredibly gentle touch softly stopped Xing.

That power was like a stream flowing when the snow melts in early spring, cool but not piercing.

However, the moment she sensed that power, Xing's body instinctively staggered back a few steps, because she clearly felt the aura contained within it—it was "death".

"Little Butterfly? What are you doing here?" Tian stood on tiptoe and raised her little hand high so that the butterflies in the shed would notice her.

Xia Die initially thought they were strangers and let them leave.

But when she looked up at the sound, and saw that it was someone she knew, a faint blush immediately appeared on her originally cool and fair cheeks:

"Uh, it's Teacher Tian? I'm... I'm..." she stammered, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, looking very embarrassed.

"We're waiting for Miss Xia Die's autograph! We're all fans of Miss Xia Die!" someone in the crowd answered on Xia Die's behalf.

At the same time, he held up a beautifully covered book. The cover was decorated with delicate patterns that shimmered subtly in the sunlight.

This shout was like a fuse being lit, and the crowd instantly erupted in cheers. "Please, Miss Xia Die, sign our favorite books!" People raised their books one after another, pleading in unison, their eyes filled with eagerness and admiration.

"Please, everyone, don't be so enthusiastic..." Xia Die was already nervous, and now that she was in front of acquaintances, her voice was even lower, and her slender fingers nervously clenched together. "I will sign all the books that slide down the rope one by one."

"So troublesome? Tian will help too, watch Tian's!" With a wave of her hand, two small portals of the Hundred Realms, shimmering with light, precisely connected Xia Die with the queue of people.

Now, people only need to place the book they want signed at a designated location in the distance, and Xia Die can retrieve the book through a Hundred Realms Gate.

After signing the document, she sent it back to another location through another portal. The entire process was smooth and efficient, maintaining a safe distance while also increasing efficiency.

"Thank you so much, Teacher Tian!" Xia Die said gratefully, her voice light with relief. "I'll bring you a freshly made cake later to thank you again!"

"Hehe, Little Butterfly, you're welcome." Tian waved her hand, proudly puffing out her little chest. "Then Tian wishes your offline fan signing event a great success!"

After saying that, she turned and left, but Xing's gaze remained fixed on the girl who exuded an aura of death.

“The aura emanating from that person just now…” Walter pushed up his glasses, his tone grave.

Tian skipped back to their side and explained, "She is Xia Die, a demigod in preparation for 'Death.' Bai E, Xi Lian, and Wan Di, whom you already know, are also demigods in preparation for demigods."

"Demigods...have reserves?" Walter keenly grasped this unfamiliar concept, his brows furrowing slightly.

“Of course.” Tian said with a “this is only natural” expression. “After all, the Titan’s fire is not something you can just take as you please. Some Titans are too powerful, some are missing, and some have never been affected by the Black Tide and have always stood firmly on the side of humanity. Of course, you can’t easily hunt down these Titans to obtain their fire.”

“By the way, Xing.” Dan Heng suddenly spoke up, interrupting the topic of demigods, “Do you remember what I asked you to do in March? Take a picture.” He reminded her, his voice as calm as ever.

Xing suddenly slapped her forehead: "Oh right! I almost forgot." Then, she looked around, searching for a suitable spot to take a picture.

“Want to take pictures? Come with Tian, ​​Tian knows a great place for taking pictures!” Tian became lively again and led them to climb onto a nearby rooftop.

The view from here is truly exceptional.

The flat roof acts as a natural viewing platform, offering a panoramic view of most of the holy city.

The most striking feature is the towering Dawn Machine, which emits a soft and enduring light that illuminates the entire holy city.

In the distance, the buildings take on a staggered silhouette in the halo of light, with ancient stone walls and various murals blending together in a wonderful way.

Chapter 204 Ohm's Current Decision

However, before they could properly appreciate the beautiful scenery, a voice broke the silence:

"Do you gentlemen want to take a picture? My name is Damianos. How about I, the great explorer of Ohm, let you take a picture with me..." A man dressed in exploration clothes appeared on the roof at some point, with an overly enthusiastic smile on his face.

“Damianos, *we* are still here.” Tian abruptly interrupted him, the temperature in his voice dropping sharply.

The man's smile froze on his face instantly: "Ah, hahaha, so it's Lord Tian." He chuckled dryly, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Does Lord Tian also want to be in the picture? I can take a few pictures of you and these guests from outside..." He emphasized the words "from outside" when he spoke.

His gaze swept across the faces of the three people on the train, as if trying to see the reactions he wanted to see.

“Damianos! We don’t want to be in the camera’s view. We only want to take pictures of our foreign guests!” Tian’s voice grew colder, and his small body exuded an undeniable authority.

Damianus, having been rebuffed, could only rub his nose and slink away.

Only after his figure disappeared at the top of the stairs did Tian turn around. Her previous sharp aura vanished instantly. She lowered her head, her small hands nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.

"I'm sorry, Little Grey and the others saw an unlovable side of Tian..." Her voice became soft and gentle, filled with obvious annoyance.

"But that person initially gained our trust by befriending Tinning, all in order to extract information about 'extraterrestrials' from us."

"Although he apologized to us later, he still kept telling everyone around him that even the demigods of the Gate of Heaven acknowledged the existence of the 'Outer Heavens'." Tian's voice trailed off as she spoke.

"So Tian just can't like him. Isn't what Tian did wrong?" She raised her head, her sky-blue eyes misty with tears, looking pitiful.

"It's alright, Teacher Tian." Xi Lian gently patted Tian's head. "Even if there are many, many beloved fairy ladies in fairy tales, it's impossible for them to be recognized by everyone in the world, right?"

"Hmm... Little Lian is right." Tian's mood seemed to have improved a bit. She gently lifted herself off the ground and hovered about a foot above it. "Let's not talk about that anymore. Now let Tian take some nice pictures of you!"

The three members of the train crew ended up with several pretty good group photos.

At least... the aperture wasn't too small, and the depth of field wasn't too great either.

Somewhere in Ohm.

Tinning sat at a heavy stone round table.

There were twelve seats around the round table, but half of them were empty at the moment.

All six demigods of Ohma have now gathered here, and the air is filled with an almost frozen solemnity.

“Tian has already told them about the benefits of becoming a demigod, including the so-called wish-granting.” Tinin’s voice broke the silence and brought up the topic.

Krydella's gaze shifted to Aglaia.

"So, Aglaia, can you sense whether they felt greed or something else when they heard the word 'make a wish'?" Her voice was steady, yet carried an undeniable weight.

Aglaia closed her eyes slightly, and after a moment replied in a deep voice: "My 'golden thread' did not detect any repulsive fluctuations from them. They did not seem to have a strong desire for the so-called fire and demigod power, even though we had clearly revealed the almost miraculous opportunity to make a wish."

Aglaia opened her eyes, and a few fine golden rays seemed to flash deep within her pupils. "Their hearts are beautiful, no, they should be... pure."

"In that case, even among the stars in the heavens," they deserve the title of 'good.' We can begin to trust them."

Krystal concluded, her tone softening slightly, "Tomorrow, let's appear together and meet them formally."

“With this matter settled,” Heather said, her voice clear and calm like the colliding of an icy spring, drawing everyone's attention to the next topic. “Then, let’s move on to the next issue: the conquest of the Titan of 'Conflict'—Nicadori.”

Tinin sat up straight and replied, "What attacked Ohma earlier was only a fragment of Nicardoli's soul."

"After the divided soul was destroyed by Wan Di and Bai E together, the Titans' remnants that accompanied it retreated like the tide, leaving no trace."

She paused, then looked around at everyone present. "*We* have dispatched Tissong to track down the traces and aura left behind by these 'Conflict' families. We believe we will soon be able to pinpoint the exact coordinates of their lair—Hanging Edge City."

"To slay the Titan of 'Discontent'?" The humanoid Arabi spoke in a deep voice. He sat with his arms crossed, his figure seemingly ordinary, yet he seemed to contain an unshakeable power like a mountain.

“Anyway, I’m not bound to the Holy City like Aglaia or Tirispius, so I can fight as a main force.”

“With the participation of the Wild Flute, the success rate of the campaign will undoubtedly increase significantly.” Aglaia nodded in agreement, but then she raised another question: “In terms of combat strength, there’s not much suspense anymore. However, once we obtain the spark of ‘Conflict,’ to whom should it belong? To Bai E? Or Wan Di?”

A brief silence fell around the round table upon hearing this. After all, this concerned the birth of a new demigod, and no one had the right to determine the ownership of the flame.

Saifeier broke the silence by twirling a strand of hair between her fingers and suggested, "I think it would be more appropriate to let the two of them go with Huangdi to conquer Nicardoli. Wouldn't it be more suitable for them to decide the ownership of the Fire Seed on the battlefield, after fighting side by side?"

"Let me tell you, their relationship is great. They can handle this kind of thing themselves."

“At present, this seems to be the most feasible solution.” Krydella finally made the decision. “Does anyone have any other questions? If not, Heather will announce the adjournment of the meeting.”

After waiting a moment and seeing that no one else would speak, Heather announced crisply, "The meeting is adjourned."

The tense atmosphere instantly relaxed after those four words were spoken.

However… after Heather announced the end, she didn’t rush to leave. Her gaze remained fixed on Crydella.

Her gaze was calm and unwavering, yet it carried a clear reminder—Crydella, you should go home with her.

P.S.: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone!

Chapter 205 Xi Lian: Little Bai Mo, in this reincarnation, I will bring you back.

The light of the Dawn Machine seemed to dim slightly with the passage of time, casting a warm golden hue over the outline of the holy city of Ohma, and bringing the long journey to a close.

Tianan stopped her lively explanation when Bai'e and Wan Di appeared before them, looking both weary from battle and relaxed with the relief of victory.

"Hey, partner. We're back." Bai E was clearly in a great mood, his gaze sweeping over everyone, a cheerful smile spreading across his face. "Looks like we can't miss out on tonight's Suspended Delicacies."

Upon hearing this, Wan Di, arms crossed, let out a soft snort and muttered under his breath, a hint of resentment in his voice: "If those 'Conflict' soldiers, driven to madness, didn't still harbor an instinctive fear of the Suspended Peak royal bloodline and always avoided me, how could I have been slightly inferior in the number of enemies I killed?"

"Heh, defeat is defeat, why make excuses?" Bai E laughed, patting Wan Di's shoulder with his strong arm, a gesture of familiarity between comrades.

"A bet's a bet, so you'd better prepare well. Speaking of which, I'd like to see if I can taste every dish on the Suspended Peak people's menu in my lifetime?"

"Hmph, wishful thinking, absolutely impossible." Wan Di spoke toughly, but he had already decisively taken out the communication stone tablet and begun to arrange the banquet.

"It seems you two have an important appointment later, Little Grey. Well then, Tian's tour guide duties will come to a successful end here!"

Tian skipped over to the three of them, looked up at them, her big eyes full of anticipation.

"Finally, please rate the experience of Tian showing you around the Holy City! The options are: Satisfied, Very Satisfied, and Extremely Satisfied!"

Xingxie chuckled at her antics, and couldn't help but ruffle her soft hair again, asking, "Is there an option like 'very, very, very satisfied'?"

"Hehe, of course! But Tian won't be greedy!" Tian winked mischievously, then waved her little hand.

"Alright, Tian won't bother you anymore. As you've seen along the way, there are many 'us' in the Holy City. If you have any questions or need help later, you can just ask any of them!"

After saying that, she ran away lightly like a happy little bird.

At this moment, Bai E walked up to Xi Lian and said in a natural and concerned tone, "Xi Lian, are you going to Wan Di's house with us tonight? Although the banquet at Xuan Feng is a bit rough, it has a unique flavor."

Xi Lian smiled gently but firmly and shook her head slightly: "Thank you, but no need. Today... I suddenly feel like cooking for myself."

"Hiss—you cooked yourself?" A hint of surprise flashed across Bai E's face, which then turned into obvious regret. "Now that you mention it, I'm starting to regret going to Wan Di's house tonight to fill my stomach... What a waste."

"How about," Xi Lian said with a hint of teasing in her eyes, "I'll save some for you as a midnight snack?"

"No, no," Bai E waved his hand and laughed heartily, "I'm afraid that if I taste your cooking, I'll have trouble swallowing anything else for days. I'd rather channel my grief into my appetite and eat as much as I can at Wan Di's house tonight, until I've eaten my fill."

After parting ways with everyone, Xi Lian walked alone into the deepening twilight towards the familiar courtyard deep in her memory.

The courtyard gate was gently pushed open, making a soft creaking sound, as if it were sighing.

The courtyard remains the same, but the figure who was always busy in the kitchen and would always show a warm smile whenever she was seen is gone.

Once upon a time, all she had to do was sit obediently on the stone bench in the courtyard like a pampered child, resting her chin on her hand, listening to the crisp sound of spatulas clattering in the kitchen, smelling the enticing aroma that gradually spread, and waiting for that person to bring the carefully prepared dishes to her, smiling and saying, "Sister Xilian, have a taste."

She tied on her apron and stepped into the territory that had once belonged only to him. Her movements were already incredibly practiced.

Blanch the pork ribs in cold water to remove blood and impurities.

A pinch of white sugar is patiently simmered in oil until it turns into a crystal-clear amber color.

The ribs are put into the pot and rolled in the caramelized sugar, giving them a bright and shiny coating.

Add just the right amount of aged vinegar and water, and stir-fry the ingredients until they release their aroma as the flames rise.

After stir-frying until fragrant, turn the heat down to a gentle simmer, allowing the flavors to slowly permeate every fiber of the ribs.

An hour later, reduce the sauce over high heat, allowing the thick, glossy red sauce to coat each piece of rib tightly.