The Helpless Lady Polka Kakamond

Jingxing only had time to turn his body to the side before she tore a spatial rift open where he had just been standing, with snow-white ash billowing out from inside.

The next second, when Jingxing tried to take a step back, something seemed to sweep over his body, making his legs go weak and preventing him from doing so.

"What's going on?" Jingxing cursed inwardly, reaching into the sachet in his robes. But his hand slipped, and the sachet fell to the ground.

Jingxing had a thought and tried to take out the Cloud-Washing Ink-Tracer from the sachet, but he stopped himself.

"What's going on? Why can't I do whatever I want?" He looked at the candy-colored woman who was scrutinizing him with amusement, his heart pounding. "Could it be her?"

Just as the candy-colored woman was silently preparing to make her move again, Jingxing felt a surge of heat in his chest.

A familiar yet somewhat strange power rose from his body. At the same time, a carefree whistle rang in his ears, and the power wound up his arm and around his fingertips, causing the color of the Cloud-Washing Ink-Tracer brush tip that had sprung up with it to change, suddenly taking on an indescribable "lightness".

After the Cloud-Washing Ink-Tracer settled in his palm, Jingxing felt at ease. He flicked the brush, and a line of ink crossed the street, keeping the stranger's advances at bay.

The woman in candy-colored clothes raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat surprised, yet also intrigued.

Realizing he couldn't use the Matrix of Prescience at this moment Fu Xuan could only take the opportunity to try to communicate with the Ten-Direction Light-Reflecting Dharma Realm —whether to use it to fight the enemy or to lure the Yaoguang over, it would be a good thing.

The candy-colored woman tried to break through the ink line Jingxing had just drawn, but failed several times. She simply leaped back lightly and sheathed her dagger.

Jingxing also took two steps back, leaning on Fu Xuan's shoulder and catching his breath. He looked down at his hands; the force from just now was still surging in his palms, ready to burst forth at any moment.

"Thank you, Xuzhao." After recognizing the source of this power, Jingxing thanked him softly. Although he didn't know why he felt hindrance in everything he wanted to do just now, after the power Xuzhao lent him was activated, Jingxing never experienced any more hindrance.

"Not bad." The candy-colored woman brushed the dust off her skirt and smiled again. "You're more resilient than I thought."

"Who are you?" Jingxing asked breathlessly, "Why did you suddenly attack?"

"Polka Kakamond." Her self-introduction was incredibly brief.

"The fourth seat of the Genius Society." Fu Xuan's voice came from the side, his expression darkening as he placed his hand on the copper coin in his sleeve. "One of the oldest existing members of the Genius Society, and also Emanator of the Omniscient Heavenly Lord. Why have you come here? We did not attempt to touch the Knowledge Singularity."

"Indeed," Polka Kakamond turned to Fu Xuan, "With your intellect, there's absolutely no way you could touch the singularity."

Jingxing held Cloud-Washing Ink-Tracer horizontally in front of him, secretly mobilizing the Imaginary Energy to transform it into Beauty Path Energy. Just like eliminating the branches of Qiong Sang, he was not only good at taking a beating, but also knew how to Jingxing back when necessary.

"But who says I only appear when others touch the Knowledge Singularity?" Polka Kakamond, her smile unchanged. "As for why I'm here, don't you know? Two people who shouldn't be here at this time."

Jingxing gripped the pen tightly.

"We're here to rescue someone," he said. "We're here to take back a general who was mistakenly placed at this point in time because of me."

"It's Synchronic Displacement, isn't it?" Polka Kakamond said, "Oh, that's because the Xianzhou mistakenly used the blessing from the Aeon."

"So you knew she was here, right?" Fu Xuan countered.

Jingxing noticed that her fingers, tucked into her sleeves, were curled up tightly.

"Are you there?" Polka Kakamond with a smile. "I don't know."

Rather than saying she didn't know, Jingxing seemed to think she didn't want to say.

Polka Kakamond raised her hand. Jingxing was ready to retaliate at any moment. But she did not attempt to attack them.

"In the Omniscient Domain, there is nothing I do not know," Polka Kakamond said. "Let me see if you are honest. The Diviner of the Xianzhou, and—"

She stopped talking.

In Polka Kakamond's vision, Fu Xuan seemed to be bound to Jingxing by an invisible thread, tightly.

She looked at Jingxing again, but there was nothing there. She could clearly be sure of his presence, but her consciousness felt like it was touching thin air when she tried to focus on him.

"... Interesting." Polka Kakamond withdrew his hand, forcibly suppressing his inner doubts, and adopted a profound posture. "It seems you weren't lying."

"Alright then." Polka Kakamond clapped his hands, took two steps back, and his candy-colored figure swayed under the light. "You two hurry up and take that person away, then go back to your time. I'll be keeping an eye on you to see if you've broken any rules."

"We have no intention of being your enemy," Jingxing said. "We only want to save people."

"I know." Polka Kakamond retreated into the shadows of the street corner, his voice still lingering, "As long as you don't interfere with His calculations, I naturally won't come looking for you again."

The next moment, she vanished, and even the faint sweetness disappeared completely, as if no one had ever stood there.

After leaving the Xianzhou, Polka Kakamond rubbed his temples. "What's the deal with that kid?"

His Omniscient Domain had absolutely no effect on him.

After confirming that Polka Kakamond left, Jingxing realized that the back of his clothes was completely wet. Fu Xuan walked over, glanced at him first, and then looked at the alleyway that was haphazardly marked with ink lines.

"Luckily, she dispersed the people around before she made her move." Fu Xuan was very relieved. "Let's hurry and leave before the Mingke Guards arrive."

Otherwise, neither of them could explain the current situation here.

"Let me try." Jingxing shook his head and picked up Cloud-Washing Ink-Tracer again. He tried to gather up the scattered traces in the alleyway that had been ravaged by the Path Energy, just as he used it to correct the mistakes in a painting.

As the alleyway gradually returned to its original state, Fu Xuan's eyes widened. "What is this?"

"Lord Diviner," Jingxing shrugged, looking relaxed, "Now the Mingke Guards won't care about us anymore, right? Where to next?"

Fu Xuan knew the priority was finding Yaoguang, so she stopped worrying about Jingxing's abilities. She turned to look in a certain direction. "Senior Sister should be at the General's Residence right now. Let's go find her there."

Jingxing put the Cloud-Washing Ink-Tracer back into his sachet and walked in the direction Fu Xuan had indicated.

After taking a couple of steps, he suddenly realized that Fu Xuan hadn't followed. He turned around and saw the short Diviner still standing there, gazing in the direction of the General's Residence.

"What's wrong, my Lord Diviner?" Jingxing asked.

"It's nothing," Fu Xuan shook his head. "Coming right away."