Fu Xuan's Secret

On the return journey, Fu Xuan kept his promise and did not lock Jingxing in the cabin. Instead, he left him in the outer room of his own guest room. The two were separated by a screen, and neither of them spoke.

Although Fu Xuan was much shorter than Yunli, his aura was far stronger. To be honest, if it weren't for the few Mingke Guards guarding the door, Jingxing would have preferred to wander around the ship and chat with people rather than stand by the window looking at the universe outside and using Fu Xuan's work voices as background music.

As the fleet departed from Priva II, Jingxing looked out the porthole and saw that the spot where Priva II had been was now empty.

Jingxing suddenly slapped his forehead. "Oh dear, I forgot to try it."

What to try? Of course, it was to try whether Cloud-Washing Ink-Tracer could reclaim the Path Energy that destroyed Priva II. Unfortunately, erasing the branches of Qiong Sang had exhausted him, and then the Mingke Guards of Yuque arrived, leaving him no time to think about this matter.

Fu Xuan heard Jingxing's mutterings and glanced up through the screen.

"This guy's got it easy," she thought to herself. "If we can't find my Senior Sister, we might as well send him to work at the Ten-Lords Commission."

The entire Mingke Guards silently withdrew from the area. None of the Cloud Knights on the ship showed any relief. Although the target they were originally meant to eliminate had been taken care of, everyone felt heavy-hearted looking at the planet crumbling into dust before their eyes.

The Xianzhou Alliance has been fighting for thousands of years, has certainly seen many ruins plowed out by the Antimatter Legion on planets—cities that look like they've been chewed up by something, towers that have become furnaces for constantly forging Voidranger, oases that have been sealed off by the Stellaron and turned into deserts, and then Destruction due to resource depletion... But none of them have turned to ash so naturally as Priva II has today.

"Is that guy really not the Lord Ravager?" The captain of the Mingke Guards frowned and muttered to himself, "But the most powerful person here right now is the Lord Diviner of Luofu. If even the general's junior sister can't handle him, then we might as well fight to the death here."

In the guest room, after finishing his official business for the day, Fu Xuan got up and pushed a cup of tea onto the table behind Jingxing: "Would you like to talk?"

Jingxing turned around, sat down, and picked up the cup of tea. "Great! I'm so bored here all by myself. I'd be delighted if the Lord Diviner were willing to chat with me."

Fu Xuan sat under a row of divination slips, her back ramrod straight, looking like a proper diviner—if you ignored the fact that even with both legs stretched out, she could barely touch the ground with her toes.

"Mr. Jingxing," Fu Xuan said softly, "Look, you destroyed Priva II so easily. So what kind of job do you do?"

"A newly graduated freelance artist," Jingxing matter-of-factly.

"A recent graduate, a freelance artist?" Fu Xuan squinted, and the gem on his forehead instantly lit up in Jingxing's eyes—clearly, this Lord Diviner was trying to use it to divine his words.

Soon, the gem dimmed, and Fu Xuan's face was full of conflicted expression.

The divination results told her that Jingxing was telling the truth.

"Can an artist Destruction a planet silently?"

Fu Xuan looked Jingxing up and down, then asked, "May I ask where Mr. Jingxing is from?"

To be honest, Fu Xuan wouldn't be surprised if Jingxing said he was from Adlivun.

"The Klimt Constitutional Republic," Jingxing said with pride, "I also had ten years of cultural exchanges with the people of Zhuming Xianzhou, which is why I'm friends with Yunli and also received guidance from Huaiyan Yan."

"The Klimt Constitutional Republic...?" Fu Xuan's expression became even stranger.

"What's wrong with my hometown?" Jingxing asked curiously, noticing Fu Xuan's expression.

"That's not a problem with your hometown." Fu Xuan thought for a moment, but still chose to tell the truth, "It's just that many of the Outworlders who have been captured in Luofu in recent years who attempted to steal immortality come from your hometown."

"Ah, this..." Hearing that many of his fellow villagers had committed heinous crimes in Luofu, Jingxing smiled awkwardly and defended himself, "But I certainly wouldn't do that."

"I hope so." Fu Xuan held her teacup and took a small sip. Although the tea, which had been sweetened with many sugar cubes, was cloyingly sweet, it was a rare treat for her, who was constantly expending enormous amounts of energy.

Then, the atmosphere in the room became somewhat awkward. Each of them held their teacup, and neither spoke.

"Lord Diviner," Jingxing suddenly broke the silence, "I have something I'm curious about. Since you are General Yaoguang's junior sister, why didn't you stay at Yuque to help? Is there some rule on the Xianzhou that requires you to avoid certain situations?"

Fu Xuan paused for a moment as he held the teacup.

"Is it because you don't want to compete with your Senior Sister is also skilled in divination?" Jingxing continued to himself, "That's understandable. If the general is skilled in divination, the Diviner would be in an awkward position."

"No." Fu Xuan shook his head, answering decisively, "There has never been anything between me and my Senior Sister."

Why is that?

Fu Xuan paused for a long while before speaking, "Yuque has enough with her, while Luofu is just missing a Diviner."

Jingxing understood—this was a statement that was essentially meaningless.

He lowered his head to drink his tea, but something else was on his mind.

Yaoguang mentioned it casually during a chat with him, but he took it as gossip and didn't take it to heart—she said that she hoped that she, her master, and her junior sister would all make a mistake at least once in their lives.

"Could it be related to this wish?" Jingxing's eyes darted around.

"Lord Diviner, what kind of person is your master?" he asked cautiously.

The air in the meeting room instantly became heavy.

Fu Xuan tapped his fingers twice on the rim of his cup, as if considering whether to continue the conversation.

"Jingtian," she said, only two words, "The previous Yuque Diviner."

"Ex?" Jingxing looked up. "And who's the current one?"

Fu Xuan did not reply further.

Jingxing held the steaming cup of tea, and a thought popped into his head— Yaoguang had said he hoped all three of them would make a mistake once. Why would he think that?

Did all three of them get one thing right?

For example, calculating the master's death date?

However, for the Celestial Beings of the Xianzhou, the "death date" is not a taboo subject; they care more about the cause of death than the "death date."

As Long-Life Species blessed by the Yaoshi, the Celestials of the Immortal Xianzhou never had to worry about their lifespan. The only two things that troubled them were the "Mara-Struck" and "disgraceful death."

Regardless of the "cause of death" or the "time of death," Fu Xuan's departure from Yuque was definitely related to the deaths of her two masters.

Jingxing decided not to ask any further questions. Asking more about "death" would be like reopening Fu Xuan's wounds.