Fu Xuan: Jingxing, Live On!

From that day on, although their Starskiff continued to head towards the Fanghu Xianzhou, they constantly avoided the Denizens of Abundance they encountered along the way.

Is this not the scale that forced the Xianzhou to join forces against the enemy? The outposts of the Denizens of Abundance were scattered like puddles in front— the Borisin seized resources, the Houyhnhnms who charged together to break through the enemy lines, and the Wingweavers came down from the clouds to capture people.

They didn't engage the main force of the Cloud Knights in direct combat, but instead constantly harassed them, seemingly unconcerned about the cost.

Although he had promised Fu Xuan that he would not intervene again, Jing Xing could not bear to see the ugly Jingxing of these Denizens of Abundance on several occasions and would still take out Cloud-Washing Ink-Tracer to kill them all. This also led to the rumors of the "mysterious man" starting to spread among the Cloud Knights.

The rumors spread quickly. A few days later, Yaoguang sent a message complaining that some people in the Mingke Guards were starting to say that everyone was "divinely aided"—for example, the Winged Wingweavers showing off in the sky suddenly fell from the clouds, the Houyhnhnms that were trying to charge were cut in half before they could even accelerate, and the inexplicably vanished ruins of the Borisin hunters that were blocking the marching route...

As he made more attacks, Jingxing vaguely sensed that the backlash from his attacks was weakening. However, he remained vigilant—did the weakening backlash mean he was gradually integrating into the current timeline? If he wasn't affected by the backlash at all, would Polka Kakamond, lurking in the shadows, attack him again?

However, Jingxing was more concerned about another issue than this—his recovery speed was also getting slower and slower.

The first time, he knelt down and got up after half an incense stick's time; the second time, he broke out in a sweat while lying on Fu Xuan's lap; and most recently, Fu Xuan simply put him on the bed and let him lie there for a long time.

"The sky won't fall if you use your ability one less time." Fu Xuan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Jingxing Xing who was resting with his eyes closed, his tone indifferent.

"I don't know if the sky will fall or not." Jingxing removed the handkerchief, still carrying the scent of the Lord Diviner, from his face, revealing a pale one. "But if I hadn't acted today, Houyhnhnms and Borisin would definitely have scattered that transport convoy..."

"Enough," Fu Xuan interrupted him, "I didn't ask you to explain."

She placed the water-filled pouch into Jingxing's hand, then sat beside him, watching him sip the water slowly and wipe the blood from his palms.

The next evening, when Jingxing parked his Starskiff and was about to go back to his room to sleep, he overheard Fu Xuan talking on the phone with Yaoguang next door.

"... How many more times can he hold on like this?" It was Fu Xuan's voice.

After a moment of silence, Fu Xuan spoke again, "Then let's change the subject. How many days can he let you and me stay here like this?"

The room remained quiet for a long time. Jingxing stood in the shadows and heard Fu Xuan taking notes.

"This is our request, it has nothing to do with him," Fu Xuan spoke for the third time. "Senior Sister, it's always been you and me who owe him a debt of gratitude."

Jingxing originally intended to continue listening, but then he smelled that long-lost sweetness.

Jingxing didn't look up. "So you really have been spying on me the whole time?"

"Of course," Polka Kakamond's voice floated in his ear, "Once you've completely immersed yourself in this moment, I can make my move on you. I really look forward to seeing what kind of sweet expression that pink-haired girl will make when I plunge the dagger into your chest."

Are you sure you can do it?

"Uncertain, but we should always try," Polka Kakamond smile. "Even geniuses don't succeed on their first try. Take Phlogiston Theory, for example—oh, your intellect probably hasn't heard of that."

After being subtly looked down upon, Jingxing silently gathered a wisp of Path Energy at his fingertips, then flicked it, launching it silently in the direction of Polka Kakamond's voice.

"Hiss--" Polka Kakamond gasped, then disappeared.

"You like to call me that." Jingxing pouted and went back to his room.

Another afternoon, the two encountered another supply train that had been attacked. More than ten Starskiff were being relentlessly pursued by the hunters of the Borisin.

There were twice as many hunters as prey. Jingxing frowned.

"Let's go," Fu Xuan said, his face showing reluctance, but he continued, "This supply corps is already doomed. Even if you intervene, they can't provide any support."

However, Jingxing had already gotten up. He took out the Cloud-Washing Ink-Tracer, stood in the cabin, and closed his eyes.

Jingxing wielded his brush with sweeping strokes, as if painting a large-scale ink wash landscape. With each stroke, the hunting party of Borisin not far away let out a gasp of surprise.

The first time, blood gushed directly from his nose; the second time, his ears rang incessantly; the third time, he could barely distinguish what he was drawing, only remembering the words "That's enough."

The Cloud Knights escorting the supply train were prepared to perish together with the enemy, but after witnessing the tragic state of the Borisin before them, they paused for a moment, then quickly piloted their spaceship to escape the Borisin.

Jingxing withdrew the Cloud-Washing Ink-Tracer and leaned against the wall, silently waiting for his vision to return.

He vaguely saw Fu Xuan, dressed in pink, standing in front of him, her face even paler than his; he saw her lips moving, but his ears were ringing so badly that he couldn't hear a single word.

Jingxing forced a smile, but the next second, Fu Xuan's hand pressed down on his wrist.

That's enough.

This time he heard it clearly.

"Almost there..."

"I've said enough." She stepped forward, raised her hand, and placed her palm on his chest. "Don't move."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jingxing felt a warm current flowing in continuously.

After this energy entered, it first stopped the bleeding, then dispelled the tinnitus, then warmed his hands and feet, and finally seemed to put his own heart, which had been beating in disarray, back into its proper place.

Everything returned to normal. Jingxing opened his eyes and saw that Fu Xuan's hand was still pressed against his chest.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Seeing how exhausted you were, I was wondering if I could use the Constraints of the Path of the Hunt to help you recover," Fu Xuan replied. "Thank goodness, it seems the divination was correct."

"Then wouldn't that turn us into a cycle?" Jingxing raised an eyebrow. "I'll kill the Denizens of Abundance, you help me recover. Then I'll continue attacking—"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fu Xuan glared at him, finally understanding for the first time how his subordinates in the Luofu Divination Commission felt when they saw him working so hard. "You need to live well."

"Then I promise you, I won't intervene unless it's absolutely necessary, okay?" Jingxing replied with a smile, while at the same time unable to resist reaching out and ruffling Fu Xuan's head—it really was just a casual gesture.

Fu Xuan's cheeks flushed red. After shoving Jingxing, she turned around and ran away as fast as she could.