On the outskirts of the Xianzhou Luofu, inside a medium-sized Starskiff—
A silver-haired fox-woman sat lazily upon a chair, her rounded hips pressing tightly against the leather seat, accentuating their lush curvature. Her long silver ponytail faded elegantly into emerald tips, and though her figure was voluptuous—accentuated perfectly by the fitted navy vest hugging her ample chest and toned abdomen—she radiated a striking aura of heroic strength rather than mere sensuality.
She was Feixiao, Heavenly General of the Xianzhou Yaoqing, one of the illustrious Seven Arbiter-Generals. She lacked Jing Yuan's strategic genius but surpassed all in pure martial might, honing her body to perfection. Wherever Feixiao appeared, victory swiftly followed, earning her the name "General of Great Triumph."
"General." A foxman tactician in traditional attire approached, gently fanning himself with a red feather fan, his narrowed eyes smiling politely.
Hearing his voice, Feixiao blinked open her turquoise eyes, rubbed them sleepily, then stood and stretched, her powerful yet graceful figure on full display.
"What is it, Jiaoqiu?" she asked casually. "Have we arrived at the Luofu?"
Jiaoqiu shook his head softly. "We're close, but not quite there yet. Before we arrive, however, I must remind you—the Luofu is currently in turmoil beneath the surface. We must exercise caution and avoid rushing in recklessly."
In other words, Jiaoqiu politely warned Feixiao not to simply brute-force her way through every obstacle.
She nodded decisively. "Of course I understand. It's troubling to think Luofu has deteriorated to this extent. If it weren't for that strange mouse, possibly a creation of Abundance, even Jing Yuan might still be oblivious. Had we not caught it early, the Xianzhou Alliance might very well have lost another vessel."
Feixiao recalled the orders she had received from the Marshal, along with Jing Yuan's urgent plea for assistance.
Apparently, a strange mouse had suddenly appeared aboard the Luofu—utterly unkillable. Even divine power from a Vidyadhara High Elder could only temporarily scorch its fur, after which it simply shook itself clean. Yanqing had sliced it apart with sword energy, yet it instantly regenerated, scurrying off to cause chaos across the Luofu before vanishing altogether. Even the Divination Commission had been unable to locate it.
Though the mouse had not harmed anyone, its presence alone was unnerving—particularly because it seemed an exceptionally powerful creation of the Aeon of Abundance. Rumors flew unchecked; everyone knew this mouse was openly stealing food and drink. Jing Yuan was deeply concerned that it might just be biding its time before causing catastrophic damage.
Furthermore, during the search for this mysterious mouse, Jing Yuan discovered another hidden threat—a force backed by an Emanator-level entity plotting something sinister within the Luofu.
Recognizing he could not resolve both crises simultaneously, Jing Yuan wisely appealed to the Marshal. Feixiao greatly respected this decision, as she despised commanders who stubbornly hid problems until they exploded into disasters.
"Indeed, indeed." A wizened voice spoke gently. An elderly man, short in stature and wearing a traditional straw hat, stepped forward, stroking his thick beard thoughtfully. "Luofu is in crisis, so naturally, we from the other Xianzhou must lend aid. Alas, this old man may be of little help."
He was Huaiyan, commander of the Cloud Knights aboard the Xianzhou Zhuming, known as "General Zhuyuan." Behind him trailed a petite young girl with jet-black jellyfish-like hair, her small bare feet delicate and white against the floor. She was Huaiyan's granddaughter, Yunli, her eager eyes brimming with curiosity.
Feixiao smiled lightly. "General Huaiyan, your experience is invaluable. This humble one is merely skilled in combat; when it comes to strategy, I rely entirely upon you and Jing Yuan."
Huaiyan chuckled modestly. "Oh my, General Feixiao flatters me too much. Who among the Alliance doesn't know you as the Great General of Triumph? Such victories cannot come from martial prowess alone—your wit is no less renowned."
They exchanged polite compliments, though Feixiao's eyes grew serious once more. Due to recent developments, plans to transfer the Emanator-grade divine weapon "Lightning-Lord" (Hulei) from the Luofu had been accelerated. Given the mysterious mouse was likely related to Abundance, and possibly linked to the enigmatic "Borisin," relocating Hulei swiftly was crucial.
Feixiao's expression darkened slightly as she weighed the situation. Considering the mouse's apparent invincibility, the lurking Emanator-level enemy, the Stellaron outbreak aboard the Luofu, and Hulei itself—any open conflict could annihilate the entire vessel.
Thankfully, the sudden appearance of the mysterious mouse had disrupted the enemy's plans, indicating they were probably unaffiliated. That provided room to maneuver.
Just then, Maize, an elusive shadow guard cloaked in violet, stepped forward. "Generals, we've arrived at Luofu."
Feixiao and Huaiyan exchanged solemn glances, bracing themselves as the starskiff docked. The Luofu had prepared carefully, welcoming them swiftly aboard.
Even so, as Feixiao passed through the vessel, she glimpsed fallen Cloud Knights transformed into Mara-struck corpses scattered about—grim reminders of the Stellaron's damage.
Arriving at the Divine Foresight, they found Jing Yuan seated casually at his desk, leisurely brewing tea despite the dark circles still shadowing his eyes. Upon seeing Feixiao and the others, he rose, smiling warmly.
"You've finally arrived. I've been waiting."
Feixiao's sharp eyes instantly caught his exhaustion. "General Jing Yuan, what happened to your eyes?"
Jing Yuan sighed softly, shaking his head as he poured tea. "How embarrassing. My eyes were injured by that mouse. By all logic, it should've healed long ago, yet the injury persists. Even the High Elder couldn't discern why. Luckily, aside from some mild discomfort, there's no lasting harm."
Feixiao exchanged a glance with Jiaoqiu, who scrutinized Jing Yuan briefly, then shook his head discreetly.
"I heard even your High Elder's power could barely harm it—is that true?" Feixiao asked with interest.
Jing Yuan nodded solemnly. "Sadly, it is. We only succeeded in angering it, and thus, my current state."
Feixiao smirked confidently, suddenly curious about the rodent's strength. "Is there a recent jade recording of this mouse? Or perhaps its whereabouts? I'd like to test its limits myself."
"No need," Jing Yuan replied, smiling serenely. "In fact, the mouse is currently here—in the Divine Foresight itself."
All present tensed in shock, but Jing Yuan explained calmly, "After observing it, I realized as long as we don't attack, it remains harmless. With plenty of food around, it rarely leaves. Unable to contain or defeat it, I simply let it be."
Feixiao marveled silently at Jing Yuan's audacity—letting an Abundance creation freely roam his headquarters. Yet, she understood the practicality of his decision.
"Are you certain you wish to confront it directly?" Jing Yuan asked gently, touching his darkened eyes as a subtle warning.
Feixiao grinned fearlessly. "No problem. General Jing Yuan, surely you recall my nickname? Though they call me 'General of Triumph,' I much prefer my own title—the Three-Nothing General…"
"—No worry, no regret, no equal."
Amused, Jing Yuan nodded slowly, signaling an attendant. "Bring refreshments."
Moments later, steaming delicacies arrived, their fragrant steam strangely drifting horizontally toward a neatly dug mouse-hole in the corner.
Following the scent trail, a tiny brown mouse in a nightcap floated sleepily into view, eyes shut, nose twitching eagerly. Dropping onto the desk, still snoring, it remained oblivious until the irritated steam formed a hand and slapped it awake.
Slap!
Dazed, the mouse stood groggily, then spotted the delicious meal. Instantly alert, it ignored the spectators completely, devouring everything in seconds with cartoonish gusto—swallowing soup whole, inhaling biscuits, shoveling cheese into its mouth at incredible speed.
Seeing it distracted, Feixiao cautiously raised her hand and struck—
Thunk!
The mouse's body stretched comically, delayed pain dawning moments later. Angered, it grasped Feixiao's finger, unleashing incomprehensible strength.
Her world spun violently.
Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!
The legendary General Feixiao was ruthlessly slammed to the ground, repeatedly, helpless before a tiny mouse's wrath.
…
Silence filled the Divine Foresight.
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Feixiao lay dazed, murmuring weakly, "…Invincible me, defeated…by a mouse."