Chapter 110: Are You That March 7th From Great Love Wolf Venerable?
“Dan Heng was previously the Dragon Lord of Luofu,” March 7th said.
“That’s even better, taking over would be seamless, and this miss can immediately step down and yield the position,” Jingliu said happily.
“Don’t even think about it, Dan Heng is our partner and won’t get off the train to stay on Luofu. If you can convince Luofu’s General, then you could get on the train,” Meng Huaifeng shattered Jingliu’s fantasy.
“How could Jing Yuan possibly agree?” Jingliu pouted her small face dejectedly.
Meng Huaifeng couldn’t help but pat Jingliu’s head and comfort her: “Although you can’t get on the train, we came here because Dan Heng has a way to restore your Dragon Lord Legacy. At that time, you’ll be a true Dragon Lord and won’t be like this anymore.”
“Don’t you know you can’t just touch this miss’s head?” Jingliu shook her head to dodge Meng Huaifeng’s hand, widening her eyes and asking: “Is that true?”
“Of course it’s true, Dan Heng’s own legacy was completed that way,” Meng Huaifeng said.
“Great! If it’s really possible, this miss will definitely thank you all,” Jingliu said happily, then wrinkled her small nose: “When that happens, if those Dragon Masters dare to point fingers at this miss again, this miss will smack their mouths crooked one tail at a time, then heal them back.”
“I didn’t expect you to look so small but be quite violent,” March 7th said in surprise.
“Where’s the Dan Heng you mentioned? Hurry and have him come help this miss restore that legacy. Oh, and these are pills I made that can heal injuries—I’m giving them to you,” Jingliu poured a dozen pills from the gourd at her waist and stuffed them into the two’s hands.
The two didn’t refuse and accepted them without guilt.
“Dan Heng has important things to do right now, but it’ll be possible in a few days. Let’s add contact info first,” Meng Huaifeng said, shaking his mobile phone.
March 7th’s space still had a Martial Spirit Awakening Stone from Douluo Continent, but unfortunately, it seemed like only those born on Punklor could learn Aether Editing, and the Martial Spirit Awakening Stone was useless once away from Douluo Continent.
However, the awakening conditions for Martial Spirits were much looser than the restrictions for Aether Editing—as long as one’s strength was powerful enough and their research into Martial Spirits deep enough, they could awaken Martial Spirits for people outside Douluo Continent.
At least Himeko, Dan Heng, and Welt could do it, while March 7th and Stelle only knew how to use Martial Spirits and were completely clueless about the awakening principles.
Although Himeko could do it too, this was Dan Heng’s last lingering concern, so it should be left for Dan Heng to do personally.
Jingliu didn’t refuse either and added them as friends.
“Since you just arrived on the Xianzhou, you must not be familiar with here—this miss can take you to have fun! Where’s fun, where the food is good, this miss knows better than anyone!” Jingliu said somewhat proudly.
“Great, this girl was just planning to find a tour guide,” March 7th said happily.
“Um, guest, do you want to buy the 《Fisherman’s Case》 book?” Hidden Book couldn’t help but interrupt.
“Buy buy buy, sorry,” March 7th said awkwardly, hurriedly paying.
The three left the bookstore.
Perhaps because she was usually controlled too strictly, Jingliu was full of longing for the Stellar Train, introducing Luofu to the two while asking a lot about pioneering matters.
March 7th and Jingliu chatted happily and got along completely.
“Miss Jingliu, we finally found you!” A Celestial Being suddenly appeared in front of everyone, looking at Jingliu in surprise: “Chief Dan said the Alchemy Commission suddenly has many more patients and can’t handle it—please, Miss Jingliu, stop playing and go to the Alchemy Commission to help first.”
“What? Well… alright then,” Jingliu exclaimed, reluctantly bidding farewell to Meng Huaifeng and March 7th: “Brother and sister, sorry, Jingliu can’t play with you anymore, I have to go back to the Alchemy Commission to save people.”
“Healing and saving lives is indeed important, but you’re so small, and the Alchemy Commission already has you treating patients—hiring child labor?” March 7th said dissatisfied.
“Sister, don’t underestimate me—this miss has been studying medicine since shedding and rebirth, and in the Alchemy Commission, I’m a legitimate licensed physician,” Jingliu said proudly—this was one of the few things she could boast about.
“Wow, that’s amazing. If I didn’t have things to do later, this girl really wants to go watch with you,” March 7th praised.
“Then we’re off, brother and sister, bye,” Jingliu waved her small hand at the two.
“Wait,” Meng Huaifeng stopped Jingliu.
“Does brother have anything else?” Jingliu asked puzzled.
“The Alchemy Commission is on lockdown right now—or already is—and it’s very dangerous. Jingliu, you can’t go,” Meng Huaifeng glared vigilantly at the maid: “Calling Jingliu to the Alchemy Commission at this time—are you one of the Abominable Medicine?”
“Ah? I… I’m not, I don’t know,” the maid defended with a pale face.
Abominable Medicine? As a member of the Alchemy Commission, Jingliu had heard a little—rumor had it there was turmoil on the Xianzhou, could it be caused by the Abominable Medicine?
“Brother must be mistaken—how could Sister Banxia be one of the Abominable Medicine? It must be those bad guys who deliberately arranged a lot of patients to trick me there, so they tricked Sister Banxia,” Jingliu said indignantly: “But brother, how do you know about this?”
Banxia? The one who was deceived in love by an outsider, loved to death and joined the Abominable Medicine for immortality drugs, and finally fell into the Demonic Yin Body as a vengeful spirit?
“We’re Nameless, even your General Jing Yuan asks for our help—of course he told me,” Meng Huaifeng reminded: “No matter how much you trust her, calling you back to the Alchemy Commission at this time requires vigilance—hand her over to the Bureau of Operations for review first.”
Meng Huaifeng had no concrete evidence and could only settle for the next best thing.
Getting thrown in jail might even be good for her—at least she wouldn’t fall into the Demonic Yin Body so quickly?
“Sister Banxia…” Jingliu looked at the pale-faced Banxia, unable to decide for a moment.
“If she’s fine, she’ll be out soon. You don’t trust her? What you should do now is protect yourself and not cause trouble for Jing Yuan,” Meng Huaifeng persuaded.
“Alright, I’ll listen to brother—I won’t cause trouble for everyone. Sister Banxia, sorry to trouble you, I believe you’ll be out soon,” Jingliu nodded obediently.
A trace of despair appeared on Banxia’s face—you believe I’ll be out soon, but I don’t believe it myself.
Meng Huaifeng shook his head slightly at Banxia—he didn’t know if she knew the Abominable Medicine was tricking Jingliu there or if she simply thought it was really too many patients to handle.
In any case, better to reflect properly in jail—the Abominable Medicine’s fringe members, the Xianzhou probably wouldn’t exterminate them all, though life might be harder afterward.
But who made this her own choice?
Adults must take responsibility for their choices.
“Thanks for the reminder, brother—otherwise, this miss might have reincarnated and shed this time,” Jingliu thanked, leading everyone to the Bureau of Operations in Changle Pavilion and handing Banxia over to them.
“I heard the Abominable Medicine are a group of Abundance worshippers who see the Demonic Yin Body as evolution—crazies. I wonder how many familiar brothers and sisters in the Alchemy Commission suffered this time,” Jingliu said worriedly, no longer in the mood for fun.
Jingliu clearly didn’t know about the Stellar Core or the Great Annihilation Lord yet, and Meng Huaifeng didn’t say more—this little Dragon Lord couldn’t help even if she knew.
“This kind of thing is naturally for General Jing Yuan and Grand Diviner Fu Xuan to worry about—your worrying won’t help,” Meng Huaifeng said.
“I’m a Dragon Lord at least—if only I were as powerful as the previous Dragon Lords,” Jingliu said longingly.
“Once Dan Heng helps you restore your legacy, you definitely can,” Meng Huaifeng encouraged.
“You better not be lying to me,” Jingliu said.
“Then let’s pinky swear—whoever lies is a puppy,” March 7th extended her pinky.
“Okay, pinky swear,” Jingliu hooked her pinky with hers, and the two looked at Meng Huaifeng together.
“Childish,” Meng Huaifeng pursed his lips, extending his hand just as March 7th was about to glare.
“Pinky swear, one hundred years no changes—whoever changes is a puppy.”
“Bang!”
A handsome-looking Celestial Being suddenly crashed into Meng Huaifeng’s arms.
“Wow, aren’t you the Nameless from the Stellar Train, Lord Meng Huaifeng? This is the Nameless’ mark, the train ticket, right? I didn’t expect to meet you here—awesome, idol, can you sign for this little lady?” The woman leaned in Meng Huaifeng’s arms, looking at him with adoration and excitement.
“No problem, no problem, get up first,” Meng Huaifeng hurriedly pushed the woman away, but she still tightly grabbed his clothes and wouldn’t let go.
Ever since pioneering the new world and the Stellar Train blowing up again, all passengers’ general info had spread across the universe, so running into a fan occasionally was normal.
However, this fan was overly enthusiastic.
Though the feeling was pretty great.
“Hey hey, stanning needs to be rational, miss,” March 7th pried the woman’s hand off Meng Huaifeng’s clothes and shielded him behind her.
“Oh, you’re Nameless March 7th?” The woman’s expression grew even more excited.
“That’s right, it’s this…” March 7th put her hands on her hips and raised her head.
“The March 7th with the second Martial Spirit from Great Love Wolf Venerable?” the woman continued.
“Cough cough,” March 7th coughed: “You got it wrong, I’m not.”
“This little lady won’t mistake—look at your hair and outfit, you are March 7th, right?” the woman continued excitedly.
“You really got it wrong, this girl is Zhao Camera, not March 7th,” March 7th said somewhat annoyed, secretly resolving to change her outfit later.
“Zhao Camera? There’s no such name among the Stellar Train’s Nameless—you’re March 7th, sign for this little lady together,” the woman mercilessly exposed.
March 7th’s small face flushed red, and in her anger, she tiptoed and scanned around.
It had to be said, worthy of an archer—her vision was astonishing, instantly spotting Stelle flipping through an express delivery box in the distance.
Drawing her bow and nocking an arrow, a huge snowball precisely smashed onto Stelle’s head, sending her headfirst into the express delivery box.
The anger in March 7th’s heart finally eased a bit.
Stelle climbed out of the express delivery box and strode toward March 7th menacingly.
“Please, idols,” the woman looked at March 7th and Meng Huaifeng pitifully.
“Sign where?” March 7th sighed, helplessly accepting reality, and asked.
“Here,” the woman tugged her collar.
March 7th took out a pen from her space and signed her name on the woman’s collar.
Then the woman looked at Meng Huaifeng with burning eyes.
Meng Huaifeng was wondering where to sign when the woman puffed out her chest and said coyly: “Idol, please sign here.”
Under March 7th’s gaze, Meng Huaifeng’s brow twitched—he pretended not to hear and signed on the clothes at the woman’s left shoulder.
“Alright, you…” Meng Huaifeng suddenly narrowed his eyes—under the woman’s beautiful hair, something seemed hidden.
“What’s wrong, idol?” The woman tilted her head, her hair swaying.
It seemed like… a mask?
“You’re a Masked Fool?” Meng Huaifeng frowned—if she was a Masked Fool, he’d have to consider if this fan was fake and looking for joy at his expense.
Masked Fools never spoke truth, so Meng Huaifeng quietly activated Mind Communication.
“No,” the woman shook her head.
Meng Huaifeng breathed a sigh of relief—it seemed she was a real Stellar Train fan.
He casually asked: “Then what’s your name?”
“Huanlong.”
?!!
The scene instantly went quiet—Meng Huaifeng hurriedly pulled March 7th and Jingliu back a few steps, blocking in front of them, messaging Himeko while preparing to use Song of Souls at any moment.
Huanlong looked at Meng Huaifeng in surprise, then covered her mouth and chuckled lightly: “Young master, what trick is this? It really catches this concubine off guard.”
Damn Aha, just how many abilities did he give him?
She had planned to deny the first question anyway, so no anomaly, but the second directly made her blurt her real name—naturally she realized.
“Huanlong! Why are you here again?” March 7th poked her head out from behind Meng Huaifeng, asking vigilantly.
“Don’t be nervous, this concubine has no intention of fighting,” Huanlong said.
What if she got sanctioned by the Aeon of Bliss?
Not afraid of the unlikely, but the million-to-one chance—after finally reaching her current status, she didn’t want to mess up carelessly.
“This time this concubine got so close to young master, and your emotions were completely normal—clearly you didn’t notice this concubine’s identity. So when this concubine disguised as Tingyun, how did young master spot the issue at a glance? This concubine is very curious,” Huanlong asked puzzled.
Under Mind Communication, no lies were possible—so Huanlong really had no intent to fight and was genuinely curious how she was exposed.
If she was easily spotted this time too, Huanlong had nothing to say, but precisely because she wasn’t, Huanlong was even more puzzled.
Meng Huaifeng didn’t want to answer and silently turned off Mind Communication.
Joke, can I tell you?
Be curious to death.
“I’ve already notified Sister Himeko and General Jing Yuan—you know my abilities, you can’t do anything to me before they arrive. If you’re smart, leave quickly,” Meng Huaifeng threatened—he hadn’t actually notified Jing Yuan, who should already be in Lin Yuan Realm and couldn’t return soon.
“Young master is really unkind, leaving this concubine so disappointed,” Huanlong said regretfully, her eyes flowing.
“March! Why’d you hit me with a snowball?” Stelle also walked over, huffing and demanding.
“Idiot, is this the time? Hurry over, that’s Huanlong!” March 7th said anxiously.
Huanlong?
“I’ll charge first!” Stelle took out her baseball bat, poised to strike—she knew when to joke and when to get serious.
Huanlong glanced at Himeko who had arrived on the other side, unhurried: “Since that’s the case, this concubine will take her leave—we’ll meet again.”
With that, Huanlong detached from the body and vanished—the woman slowly collapsed to the ground.
Meng Huaifeng walked over and took the mask from under the woman’s hair.
It was strange—Huanlong’s attitude was too good, no sign of the previous deep hatred toward him.
The mask in Meng Huaifeng’s hand suddenly disappeared.
Because of Aha?
Thinking of Aha’s Blissful Blessing working several times, Meng Huaifeng’s attitude toward Aha warmed a bit.
“Are you all okay? Not hurt?” Himeko asked Meng Huaifeng concernedly—she knew Huanlong’s main target was him.
Meng Huaifeng shook his head: “We’re fine, she didn’t make a move.”
“Scared this girl to death—thought we’d have to fight an Envoy. Wasn’t mentally prepared at all,” March 7th patted her chest.
“Feels like the Envoy isn’t that big a deal,” Stelle said.
Jingliu walked to the woman possessed by Huanlong, checked her over, and said gravely: “Not good—this girl’s body is filled with Destruction Power, constantly destroying her. Must rescue her quickly.”
“Are you confident?” Meng Huaifeng asked.
“This miss’s medical skills aren’t learned for nothing,” Jingliu said full of confidence.
Himeko’s mobile phone rang—Himeko glanced and said solemnly: “Judges from the Ten Lords’ Commission are here—we need to go support.”
“Go quickly, staying here won’t help. Hurry and help General Jing Yuan resolve things to minimize Alchemy Commission losses,” Jingliu waved her small hand.
“Then we’re off,” Meng Huaifeng said farewell.
Huanlong, in a newly changed body, touched the mask reappearing on her head, twitched her lips, and helplessly accepted reality.
The Abominable Medicine’s Leader messaged her—Huanlong took out her communication equipment.
“Huanlong, bad news! Our hidden manpower in Lin Yuan Realm spotted Jing Yuan and a Sustainer of the Hunt’s trail—they’re undoing the seal!” the Leader said anxiously.
“Damn, they knew after all—hurry and send people to stall them?” Huanlong said, somewhat as expected.
“Alchemy Commission is surrounded—my manpower can’t get out. Only the portion pre-hidden in Lin Yuan Realm can move,” the Leader said helplessly.
“Useless trash—stall them as best you can, I’m going right away,” Huanlong cursed.
Why did she choose to cooperate with the Abominable Medicine back then?
Fine, besides the Abominable Medicine, there were no other substantial opposing forces on the Xianzhou.
Jianmu was about to sprout—she couldn’t bear to give up and had to act personally.
Besides her, no one could stop Jing Yuan.
Damn it, she was clearly a behind-the-scenes player—why was she showing up in front so often this time?
The Medicine King Leader was also full of reluctance—this deviated too far from the original plan. Why?
She felt their plans were always preemptively destroyed before they even started.
“Hong Yueji, I’m giving you a mission—kill Jing Yuan and that Sustainer Dragon Scion!” the Leader contacted the Abominable Medicine’s person in charge in Lin Yuan Realm.
Me, kill who? Hong Yueji was dumbfounded.
“If you really can’t kill Jing Yuan, at least kill that Sustainer Dragon Scion before the seal is undone,” the Leader showed a bit of humanity.
“Yes, Leader!” Hong Yueji breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at the Demonic Yin Bodies everywhere, Hong Yueji ordered: “You’ve transcended the mundane, ascended to immortality—do you feel the great power in your bodies? Go, kill Jing Yuan and that Dragon Scion, return the Xianzhou to the embrace of the merciful Medicine King!”
“Oh!”
The Demonic Yin Bodies let out strange cries and, hidden by the Dragon Masters’ Cloud Chant Technique, charged toward Jing Yuan and Dan Heng.
