Daziel's room, the confinement chamber.
The light was dim. In the indistinct air, the faint metallic smell of rust mixed with the unique, salty scent of evaporated sweat drilled into the nostrils, carrying a stimulating excitement.
Jingliu's body was bound tightly by Fu Xuan's special purple threads, her legs forced into an "M" shape. Each thread dug into her skin, as if to merge her completely with the wall.
A gag deprived her of the right to make any sound. Only the rapid panting escaping her throat and the crystal-clear sweat constantly trickling down her temples, converging into streams, silently protested the extreme experience she was currently enduring, one that threatened to tear her very soul apart.
Daziel, like the most pious craftsman of the Artisanship Commission, was fully engrossed in his so-called grand undertaking of "saving the world." Every one of his movements carried an unquestionable precision and a soul-shaking power.
He could clearly sense that the "swoon value" within Jingliu's body was slowly accumulating, climbing.
"Daziel, hurry up and come out! There's something very important!"
Outside the door, March 7th's voice, crisp as a silver bell, was now tinged with an obvious anxiety as she pounded urgently on the door panel.
Daziel didn't even lift his head, and the movements of his hands didn't pause in the slightest. His voice was as steady as still water.
"What's the rush? Can't you see I'm busy saving the world? Wait until I'm finished."
Jingliu's swoon value, after this period of Daziel's unremitting "diligent cultivation," was finally about to touch the crucial fifty percent threshold.
It was indeed strange. Although the distress flare that Boothill had fired that day had attracted some of the Galaxy Rangers, it had not attracted Rappa.
The plan to rely on the unique Ninja Meme on Rappa's body to suppress the memetic desire aberrations in Dreamflux Reef had therefore unexpectedly failed.
Fortunately, among Lady Herta's collection, there was a Curio that could temporarily suppress memetic erosion. This was what had bought Daziel this precious time for respite and operation.
Lady Herta is peerless! Lady Herta is brilliant! Lady Herta is a goddess whose beauty makes fish sink and geese fall!
Praise be to Lady Herta!
As he thought this, Daziel's movements suddenly became even faster and fiercer, the force behind them intensifying.
His rhythm turned frantic, almost animalistic. He gripped her hips, using his body to pin her harder against the wall—a brutal mating press that left no room for escape. Every thrust was precise and deep, seeking the furthest depths of her being, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix with each impact. The sound of his skin slapping against her ass echoed through the chamber, a wet, obscene "PLAP, PLAP, PLAP."
Jingliu's toned body trembled violently like a leaf in the wind. Sweat poured like rain, instantly drenching the thin clothes clinging to her skin, outlining her breathtaking curves. The gag, once a symbol of her humiliation, could barely contain the guttural, desperate moans vibrating in her throat. Her eyes, once cold and defiant behind the blindfold, were now rolled back, absolute darkness the only witness to her surrender.
He could see the "Faint Value" bar on the system flashing red, skyrocketing: 47%... 48%... 49%...
"Just a little more, Jingliu... Hold on," he whispered, voice hoarse with desire—more to himself than to her.
He shifted angles, lifting her legs higher, forcing her into a near-impossible spread. The new position exposed her swollen, sensitive clit to the grind of his pubic hair with every pound, adding another layer of delicious torture. The purple threads of Fu Xuan dug into her skin, now red and marked—a map of her pleasure and pain.
A strangled cry finally escaped the gag the moment the "Faint Value" bar glowed, hitting the critical fifty percent. Daziel felt the final clench, a powerful convulsion that seemed to rip her soul out through her cunt. Her inner walls violently contracted around his shaft, milking him with wild force.
He didn't hold back, growling low as he emptied his thick, hot load inside her, feeling her pulse and fill. Streams of her own clear fluids dripped down her legs, mixing with sweat to form puddles on the floor. Her body went limp, suspended by the purple threads, head lolling to the side. The tremors ceased, replaced by exhausted stillness.
Daziel stayed inside her for another moment, savoring the last weak spasms her orgasm wrung from her. He leaned in, his heavy breath grazing Jingliu's ear. "Mission accomplished, Sword Master," he murmured, a tired, satisfied smile on his lips.
He pulled out slowly. The sound of his cock leaving her was a wet, obscene plop, and a thick strand of cum trailed down her inner thigh, joining the mess already staining the floor. Her pussy, now red and swollen from the intense session, was fully on display—a testament to Daziel's "hard work."
"Daziel, hurry up and get out! Something really important's happening!"
Outside, March 7th's voice—clear as a silver bell—was now tinged with obvious urgency as she knocked frantically on the door.
Daziel didn't even look up. With practiced motions, he untied Fu Xuan's threads, freeing Jingliu. Her body slumped, and he caught her before she fell, carrying her like a princess to a soft bed in the corner. She was completely out, but her breathing was steady. The "Faint Value" had stabilized at 50%. Glancing at Jingliu again, he noticed a faint smile on her face.
Jingliu had always lived by the sword, but these past months, she'd finally tasted a woman's pleasures. Slowly, she was starting to enjoy these "treatment sessions."
He exhaled a long sigh of fatigue and satisfaction as he stepped out of the breathless confinement chamber.
Casually grabbing a towel, he wiped the sweat dripping from his neck and glanced at March 7th, who was fidgeting impatiently outside. His voice was slightly rough.
"What's the problem? Got you this worked up?"
"Ahem, listen closely—"
March 7th straightened her petite frame, mimicking General Jing Yuan's uniquely calm, majestic demeanor. She enunciated each word, trying to sound official and solemn:
"In a few days, the Xianzhou Luofu will hold the grand 'Xingtian Enwu' ceremony. We of the Astral Express once aided the Luofu in suppressing a great disaster and are the Xianzhou Alliance's most trusted friends. General Jing Yuan, on behalf of the Seat of Divine Foresight, sincerely invites all esteemed guests to attend. We implore you to honor us with your presence at this momentous event!"
Daziel's eyebrow twitched, a teasing look on his face.
"Those tongue-twisting, awkward phrases—did you memorize them word-for-word from Jing Yuan's invitation? Tch. Doesn't suit your bubbly personality at all."
March 7th puffed her rosy cheeks in protest, stomping her foot petulantly.
"What's wrong with that?! Can't a girl occasionally try a more elegant, intellectual style?"
Daziel gave her a meaningful look, his eyes sweeping over her big, "wise"-glowing eyes. He coughed twice to hide a smirk.
"Sure, whatever. It's just a martial arts ceremony. Since they invited us so politely, we'll go for fun."
"Yay! Amazing! A new place to explore!"
March 7th instantly cheered, all pretense of composure gone. She bounced in excitement.
"We just left Penacony's festival, and now Xianzhou sends an invite right after. This kind of Trailblazing journey is just too perfect!"
Daziel teased, his tone laced with imperceptible exhaustion and a hint of pride.
"And whose back do you think carried all that weight? If I weren't shouldering the burdens, how could you all be so carefree?"
March 7th playfully rolled her eyes, a bright smile blooming. She leaned in, her breath orchid-sweet.
"Hehe, I know, I know. Thank you for your hard work, great hero Daziel. Besides, these past days... haven't we sisters 'comforted' and 'rewarded' you properly?"
At the mention of "reward," the corner of Daziel's mouth twitched—a complex feeling rising in his chest.
"A reward in name only. In the end, the one left physically and mentally exhausted was still me."
After all, there are only worn-out oxen, never over-plowed fields.
"Hey, hey, hey! You're getting the best of both worlds and still complaining!"
March 7th poked his abdomen, a blush creeping up her face.
"I saw you every night, looking like you were enjoying yourself—unable to stop!"
She huffed, then her tone shifted, a possessive glint in her eyes as her voice turned syrupy.
"But we're leaving for Xianzhou today. For these few days on the Luofu, you'll belong entirely to me! Now you can finally relax and rest properly, right?"
Daziel dodged her declaration, murmuring weakly:
"Maybe."
The Astral Express, like a silver meteor, leaped through the vast sea of stars and soon arrived smoothly at the bustling Starskiff Haven of the Xianzhou Luofu.
As soon as they stepped out of the heavy cabin door, fresh air rushed to greet them. A heroic young swordsman was already waiting respectfully.
Yanqing's handsome face was filled with a hard-to-conceal excitement and eagerness.
"Mr. Daziel! Miss March! You're finally here!"
Yanqing's voice was full of relieved joy. "As soon as I received Miss March's message and knew you would be arriving today, I immediately rushed here. I've been waiting for a long time!"
A faint surprise crossed Daziel's brow. He sized up the spirited young man before him.
"Little brother Yanqing, you are… here specifically to welcome us? The Astral Express is an ally of the Xianzhou Alliance, but it hasn't reached the point where a Cloud Knight lieutenant like you needs to be so formal and condescend to greet us, has it?"
Hearing this, the expression on Yanqing's face stiffened slightly. The characteristic excitement and enthusiasm of a young man faded somewhat, replaced by a gravity and worry that didn't quite match his age.
"Mr. Daziel is not wrong. Indeed… Yanqing has come this time with a request. And… it's about last time… the Heliobus incident."
"The Heliobus…?"
Daziel's brows instantly furrowed tightly, like a knot, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Didn't General Jing Yuan explicitly state before that he would report this matter in full to the Xianzhou Alliance headquarters and let the higher-ups decide? Could it be that there's already a result so quickly?"
Yanqing's expression was extremely serious. He nodded heavily, his voice unconsciously lowering, as if he were recounting some top-secret matter.
"That is correct. Taking the opportunity of the grand 'Xingtian Enwu' ceremony being held on the Luofu, the generals of the Yaoqing and Zhuming have already personally come to the Luofu."
"And one of their important purposes for this trip is to thoroughly investigate the entire origin of the Heliobus rampage on the Luofu that day."
"Hey, hey! What kind of game are you Xianzhou people playing?"
Hearing this, March 7th immediately bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her voice rising an octave.
"Are you planning to settle old scores, to dismantle the bridge after crossing the river? Where in the world is there such logic? Daziel saved you, the Luofu!"
Yanqing's face was instantly filled with difficulty and shame. He opened his mouth, seemed to want to say something, but in the end, it only turned into a low sigh.
"I… I naturally have no wish to make things difficult for the Luofu's benefactor, especially Mr. Daziel. However… adding the matter of the monstrous calamity that Phantylia previously stirred up on the Luofu, General Jing Yuan himself…"
"Has now become a key target of suspicion and investigation by the Alliance high command. Mr. Daziel, you… being at the core vortex of that Heliobus incident, I'm afraid…"
"This time, wanting to easily get away with it will be harder than ascending to heaven."
Daziel listened to this quietly, his deep eyes sinking slightly, like a deep, ancient well, without a ripple.
After a moment, his tone was calm, betraying no emotion.
"I understand. Then, how do you need me to cooperate with your investigation?"
Seeing that Daziel could maintain such astonishing composure and calm under such heavy pressure, Yanqing's heart couldn't help but relax a little. His tense nerves also loosened slightly. He clasped his fist in a salute.
"The two generals from the Zhuming and Yaoqing are already waiting at the Seat of Divine Foresight. Mr. Daziel, time is of the essence. Please, follow me."
He turned slightly to the side, respectfully making a "please" gesture, his posture humble.
Daziel nodded lightly and replied coolly, "Lead the way, brother Yanqing."
The group followed Yanqing's lead, passing through the bustling and crowded Starskiff Haven.
The air was filled with the rich aroma of various Xianzhou specialty snacks—sweet, salty, spicy—all intertwined, stirring one's appetite.
All around were star skiffs of various shapes coming and going, as well as many strangely dressed people from foreign lands who had come to watch the "Xingtian Enwu" ceremony. The sound of conversation was endless.
March 7th followed closely behind Daziel, step by step, lowering her voice and whispering in his ear with deep worry.
"Daziel, those Xianzhou generals… they won't deliberately find fault, to intentionally make things difficult for you, will they? How about… how about we just don't go? We still have time to leave now!"
Daziel reached out and reassuringly patted the back of her small hand, which was tightly gripping his sleeve. His voice was steady and powerful, carrying an unquestionable confidence.
"It's nothing, just Huaiyan and Feixiao. I'm really not afraid of them stirring up any trouble."
Inside the Seat of Divine Foresight, the air seemed to have solidified, every wisp carrying a heavy, murderous aura.
Tall, deep pillars reached up to the ceiling, carved with intricate and ancient cloud patterns, silently telling of the Xianzhou's long history and majesty.
The scent of sandalwood was even richer than it had been outside the hall, strand after strand, like invisible chains, entwining the minds of everyone present.
In a bronze censer, the last wisp of green smoke from the burnt-out incense was powerlessly drifting upwards, finally dissipating among the high, dark beams.
General Jing Yuan sat in the center. His black and gold uniform made his face seem even more serene, like a deep pool without ripples. Only his deep eyes occasionally flashed with an imperceptible, sharp light, as if he could see into people's hearts.
To his left, a woman sat tall and straight like a pine tree. A tailored uniform unique to the Xianzhou Yaoqing outlined her fit and powerful curves.
Her phoenix eyes were long and narrow, the corners slightly tilted up, exuding an natural authority. Wherever her gaze swept, it was as if a tangible cold glint passed by, making people not dare to look directly.
This person was the Sky-Faring General of the Xianzhou Yaoqing, Feixiao.
Her entire being radiated the sharp, murderous aura of a long-time veteran of the battlefield. Intertwined with the solemnity of the Seat of Divine Foresight, it created a strange sense of oppression.
To Jing Yuan's right was a white-haired old man, his figure slightly stooped. He wore the traditional, wide-sleeved Daoist robe of the Xianzhou Zhuming, embroidered with complex star charts and alchemy furnace patterns.
The old man's eyes were tightly closed, as if he had long since entered a meditative state. His aura was completely withdrawn. If not for seeing him with one's own eyes, one might almost overlook his existence.
He was General Huaiyan of the Xianzhou Zhuming, an old general said to have lived for several thousand years. At this moment, however, he was like an ancient, unpolished stone, unfathomably deep.
Feixiao's eyes, as sharp as hawks, were now locked onto Daziel, as if wanting to see through him completely, inside and out.
"Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times, guest of the Astral Express."
Feixiao's voice was clear, yet it had the cold hardness of grinding metal. Each word seemed to be squeezed from between her teeth, landing with a thud.
"This general is Feixiao of the Xianzhou Yaoqing."
She nodded slightly, which counted as a greeting, but her posture was full of condescending scrutiny.
Jing Yuan's lips curved into a faint smile, as if wanting to ease the tense atmosphere. He said warmly:
"General Feixiao, let me introduce you. These two are—"
"No need to trouble yourself, General Jing Yuan."
Feixiao raised a hand, interrupting Jing Yuan's words with a firm gesture. Her gaze remained tightly locked on Daziel, as if he were her only prey.
Her gaze lightly swept past March 7th, filled with a hint of unconcealed disdain, before finally returning to Daziel.
"One is the renowned passenger of the Astral Express, Miss March 7th."
"The other is Mr. Daziel, who has already made a name for himself in the universe, not only forming an alliance with our Xianzhou Luofu, but also resolving the Penacony crisis not long ago."
"Your great names, these ears of mine have heard them so much they're about to fall off."
The sarcasm in Feixiao's tone was undisguised. Her long fingers tapped rhythmically on the rosewood table before her, making a dull, rhythmic sound, like the drumbeat of doom.
"Besides the vague report submitted by the Luofu, my Tianbai Commission on the Yaoqing has also used some means to gather quite a few 'interesting anecdotes' about the two of you, especially about you, Mr. Daziel."
"This general has long wanted to personally 'pay a visit' to you. As for the reason…"
She deliberately drew out the last syllable, her eyes filled with teasing and inquiry, her gaze as if trying to dig out all the secrets from the bottom of Daziel's heart.
"I assume that young lieutenant that General Jing Yuan sent to greet you has already explained it clearly?"
Daziel's expression was unchanged, his deep eyes like an ancient well, without a ripple. He just nodded lightly.
"I roughly understand. General Feixiao wishes to confirm some details with us regarding the Heliobus incident."
His voice was calm, betraying no emotion.
Hearing this, a cold smile spread across Feixiao's lips. She leaned forward slightly, and a powerful aura instantly pressed down on Daziel and March 7th.
"Not bad. To put it nicely, it's to clarify the facts. To put it bluntly…"
She paused, enunciating each word heavily, "It's to get to the bottom of it, to see if certain people played a disgraceful role in it!"
These words were extremely impolite, the sense of oppression almost tangible, making the air thick and heavy.
March 7th, already holding a bellyful of anger from Yanqing's earlier words, could no longer hold back. Her willow-like eyebrows shot up, her almond eyes wide.
"Hmph! But as I see it, General Feixiao, no matter how you put it, it sounds unpleasant!"
"This accusatory posture of yours doesn't look like you just want to 'chat'! It looks more like you've already convicted us and are just waiting to torture a confession out of us!"
The little girl puffed out her cheeks, her pink face flushed red with anger, fearlessly meeting Feixiao's sharp gaze.
Feixiao's brow shot up. She seemed not to have expected this petite girl to dare to talk back to her like this. An even colder curve formed on her lips.
"Heh, a sharp-tongued little girl. Unfortunately, this is not the place for you to act wild."
Her gaze turned back to Daziel, with an even more blatant scrutiny and inquiry, as if wanting to search every corner of his soul.
Daziel calmly pulled March 7th slightly behind him, using his tall frame to shield her from most of the pressure coming from Feixiao.
His figure was as steady as a mountain, with a natural air of calm. No matter how sharp the other's aura, he remained unmoved.
"General Feixiao, feel free to ask."
Daziel's voice was still calm, yet it carried a clear insight and an unquestionable frankness.
"However, what we can answer is only what we have personally experienced and seen with our own eyes."
"As for what you truly want to ask, General Feixiao… perhaps you already have a preconceived answer in your heart, do you not?"
These words were calm, yet like an invisible needle, they gently pierced the powerful aura that Feixiao had deliberately created.
A fierce light flashed in Feixiao's eyes, and a trace of imperceptible surprise crossed her pupils. She seemed not to have expected Daziel to be so direct.
"Hmph, it seems it's more straightforward to talk to you, Mr. Daziel. At least you're an understanding person."
She sat up straight again, and the sharp aura that had just flared up seemed to transform into countless invisible sharp blades, pointing at everyone present.
"Since Mr. Daziel is so forthright, then this general will not beat around the bush—"
"The Xianzhou Luofu had just experienced the calamity of the Ambrosial Arbor and was on the verge of destruction. Why, immediately after, did the horrifying incident of the Heliobus rampage occur?!"
"These two heaven-toppling disasters almost completely destroyed the grand Xianzhou Luofu! The name of a Xianzhou ship was almost erased from the star maps!"
"If one incident was an accident, the enemy being too cunning, then for such major disasters to occur one after another is far too strange, is it not?!"
Feixiao's questions were like thunder, each word carrying the weight of a mountain, echoing in the empty hall of the Seat of Divine Foresight, making one's eardrums ring.
"Jing Yuan, as the general of the Luofu, in charge of all military and political affairs of the Xianzhou Luofu, is it not hard for him to shirk the blame for this?!"
For the last sentence, she was even more stern, her arrow-like gaze mercilessly aimed at General Jing Yuan, who had remained silent from beginning to end.
Hearing this, Jing Yuan's expression remained as calm as ever, as if the person being severely questioned by Feixiao was not himself at all.
He even had the leisure to lift the teacup before him, gently blow on the tea leaves floating on the surface, then bring it to his lips and take a light sip. The misty steam blurred the expression in his eyes.
Daziel met Feixiao's pressing gaze, his expression frank, neither servile nor overbearing.
"I'm afraid that will depend on how the Xianzhou Alliance high command, and you, General Feixiao, intend to judge it."
Daziel's voice paused, a subtle shift in his tone.
"But in my personal opinion, the main responsibility for these two incidents does not lie with General Jing Yuan."
"The root of the Arbor disturbance lies in the internal and external collusion of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus and the Emanator of Destruction, secretly planned for many years. Its secrecy was such that even the resourceful General Jing Yuan could not have fully foreseen it."
"As for the subsequent Heliobus disturbance, it was even more so because the frantically growing roots of that abominable Arbor, in its death throes, accidentally shattered the sealed Forge of Creation, leading to the escape of a large number of out-of-control Heliobus, causing a great disaster."
"These two incidents, following one after another, seem independent, but in fact, they have an inseparable causal link, more like a sudden chain of disasters."
"As far as I know, in both crises, General Jing Yuan led from the front, did his utmost to turn the tide, and did his best to minimize the losses."
"Even if General Jing Yuan does indeed bear some responsibility in this matter, it is more of an unintentional mistake than a neglect of duty."
Daziel's reasoning was clear and unhurried, his account of the facts and judgments he knew calm and steady. Each word was sonorous and forceful, carrying a convincing power.
After listening, Feixiao let out a disdainful snort from her nostrils, clearly extremely dissatisfied with Daziel's "defense."
"Heh, Mr. Daziel is quite the smooth talker. No matter how flowery your words, you cannot cover up the irrefutable fact that under Jing Yuan's rule, the Luofu has suffered such earth-shattering disasters one after another!"
The frequency of her fingertips tapping on the rosewood tabletop suddenly increased, making a rapid "tap-tap-tap" sound, like the urgent drumbeat before a storm. The air in the hall grew even more tense. Even breathing became careful, for fear of disturbing the impending thunder.
General Huaiyan, who had been meditating with his eyes closed as if he were uninvolved, now slowly opened his eyes.
In those seemingly cloudy old eyes, a sharp light that saw through the world flashed by, so fast it seemed like an illusion.
Feixiao's gaze, like two unsheathed sharp swords, locked onto Daziel. Word by word, her voice was as cold as ice.
"Then, this general will ask the second, and most critical, question."
This question, like a giant stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirred up a thousand waves, changing the atmosphere of the entire Seat of Divine Foresight.
March 7th's heart instantly jumped into her throat. Her small, pale hand subconsciously gripped the corner of Daziel's clothes tightly, her fingertips turning slightly white from the force.
"The Heliobus's heart—is it inside you?"
Daziel remained expressionless, not even batting an eyelid, meeting Feixiao's almost man-eating gaze with frankness and composure.
"Yes."
A single word, incomparably clear, sonorous and forceful.
No hesitation, no concealment, and certainly no excuses.
He just calmly and directly admitted it.
The cold glint in Feixiao's eyes instantly flared, as if condensing into tangible icicles. Her voice became even colder, filled with a thick, murderous aura.
"The Heliobus's heart is a malevolent gift bestowed by Yaoshi, containing abominable power. As far as I know, in all the world, only the Celestial Khan of the Borisin, by virtue of their special bloodline, can barely accept and control it."
"Mr. Daziel, you are not a Borisin, yet you can safely contain such a malevolent object within your body. For this matter, shouldn't you give us a reasonable explanation?"
"Otherwise, this general has ample reason to suspect whether you, Daziel, have some unspeakable connection with the Borisin, who have long been listed as mortal enemies of the Xianzhou Alliance!"
The moment these words were spoken, the atmosphere within the entire Seat of Divine Foresight instantly became extremely grave!
It was so quiet that even the drop of a needle on the floor could be heard clearly.
An invisible, murderous aura, with Feixiao as its center, suddenly spread out, bone-chillingly cold, making one shudder.
The very air seemed to be completely frozen at this moment, so heavy it was almost hard to breathe.
The ever-silent General Huaiyan's brow couldn't help but furrow slightly in his just-opened eyes. His scrutinizing gaze, like a physical weight, swept back and forth over Daziel, as if judging something.
General Jing Yuan, who had been sitting upright all this time, finally put down the teacup in his hand. The porcelain cup clinked lightly against the tabletop, the sound exceptionally clear in the deathly silent hall.
In the depths of his sea-like eyes, a trace of ineffably complex emotion quietly flashed by, seemingly of worry, yet also of anticipation.
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