Fanghu, within the Grotto-Heaven.
"What are your plans now?"
The Arbiter-General of Fanghu, a mature, silver-haired, blue-eyed Dragon Lady, asked with her hands behind her back.
"I don't know. Maybe go on a crusading hunt?"
Leon's gaze subconsciously drifted up and down, taking in the woman's draconic tail and horns.
Honestly, sometimes he wondered where exactly he had transmigrated to.
There were purebred furries (the Borisin), and beast-eared girls who weren't just foxes but dragons too. When did Star Rail do a crossover with that four-character tower defense game that gives people donkey ears?
"You bear the banner of my Fanghu, yet you hold no official title. That is truly improper."
Hearing this, Xuanquan immediately said, "If you have nowhere else to go, why not stay here on Fanghu?"
"I can promise you that here, seeing you will be the same as seeing me. No one will be able to restrain your freedom."
Xuanquan proposed suggestively.
"Hey, no jumping the gun. We'll discuss everything at the Arbiter-General Council."
Yueyu cut her off, signaling that was enough.
Whichever Xianzhou ship managed to keep Leon would see its status skyrocket.
Fanghu is a stronghold of the Vidyadhara, so Xuanquan certainly wanted another high-tier combatant to protect her people.
Even if she were to undergo molting rebirth one day, he could defend Fanghu in her stead.
More importantly, his status could intimidate many who were getting restless.
Normally, Leon's placement would be decided after the Arbiter-General Council.
But in reality, for this personal disciple of the Reignbow Arbiter, his own wishes outweighed everything.
If he really wanted to stay on Fanghu, which Arbiter-General would dare to object?
Objecting would mean offending two people at once. Better watch out, or Xuanquan will hold a grudge against you for life!
"What's your tier?"
Seeing this demi-human, Leon's occupational hazard kicked in.
Seeing me is like seeing you, huh? As if I'm the one basking in your glory.
"I'm a T0 super-carry. What tier are you?"
"Don't tell me you're one of those high-and-mighty gimmick characters?"
If so, he really had no comeback.
He'd have to wait until he got Celestial Emperor-level stats to have any hope of talking back to a gimmick god.
After all, a god-tier kit beats everything!
Xuanquan froze.
She instinctively glanced down at her chest, unsure how to answer his question.
Isn't this a little too sudden?
Wait, how did the topic shift to this?
She didn't do anything!
"...Is it really okay to ask that so directly?"
After her previous experiences with him, Yueyu thought she had grown used to his startling remarks.
But she never expected him to be so straightforward.
Daring to flirt with an Arbiter-General of the Reignbow... anyone else would need a hundred lives to be so bold.
They must be asking to be turned into a bowl of seaweed soup... without the seaweed and egg.
Only Leon would dare to be so...
Er, so direct?
Or should I say, so bold in pursuing his own desires?
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Leon tilted his head.
Damn, these basic, overconfident girls are so cringe.
Sigh. It's obvious their heads are too small to contain anything but love and hate, with no room left for math.
Unlike a god like me, whose eyes are filled with a craving for stats.
Leon sighed internally, not bothering to argue.
Ding!
A notification, neither loud nor soft, chimed from the Jade Abacus Jingtian kept in his robes.
His eyes widened for no apparent reason as he hurriedly took out the device.
He knew that sound. It only rang when someone he had marked as a special contact sent a message.
And for many years now, his list of special contacts had been permanently stuck at one.
Jingtian stared at the Jade Abacus. The contact had always been pinned to the very top, but the dormant profile picture showed a last message so long ago that the exact date—year, month, and day—was displayed.
Now, in the chat interface, a small red dot had appeared in the upper-right corner of that profile picture.
He was so overcome with emotion he could hardly speak.
Overjoyed, Jingtian tapped on it.
"I've arrived at Fanghu."
Though it was just a short sentence, it undoubtedly marked the beginning of a reconciliation between master and disciple.
"Hehe, my disciple has come to see me!"
Jingtian grinned from ear to ear and immediately hurried toward Fanghu's landing platform.
"You all head to the banquet first! I'll bring her to find you later!"
That was the last thing Jingtian said before vanishing.
"It seems the two of them have reconciled."
Yueyu could understand his feelings.
After all, she also had a disciple she had watched over and personally raised.
If some trivial matter ever caused her and Feixiao to become strangers, she would surely be heartbroken.
As Yueyu thought this, her gaze fell upon Leon's back.
Why had Jingtian and his disciple been at odds with each other?
Because they were both Diviners, they knew the truth of divination signs.
An ordinary person who heard an ill omen could laugh it off, get nervous, or simply ignore it.
But a Diviner could not.
They had to constantly calculate the future through the divination matrix, follow its revelations, and make one decision after another for the Xianzhou, without any room for personal whim—
even if the fate shown by the matrix was utterly unbelievable or incredibly difficult, they had to accept it.
But Leon's appearance had shattered everything.
He had directly altered the course of the foretold ending.
If one had to describe it in a single phrase, it would be...
"Fate? Hmph, I will ensure it suffers a crushing defeat!"
"By the way, Feixiao wants to see you again."
Yueyu thought of her disciple, who had survived the ordeal.
When she had seen Yueyu alive in the infirmary, Feixiao had hugged her wordlessly and sobbed, every other word a thank you to a certain 'godlike man'.
And indeed, he deserved their thanks.
Yueyu knew full well to whom she owed her survival.
It was all thanks to him that the two of them, who had been facing their final farewell, were able to greet the dawn of a new day together.
"Wait, isn't she going to the banquet?"
Leon didn't understand why this even required a special request.
"If she wants to see me, she can see me. Is my handsome face going to stop her? Or are you planning to treat me to a private meal?"
These people all had their own concerns, while he was only thinking about the feast.
"She's going."
"Thanks to a bottle of Crimson Spring and the care of her physician, Jiaoqiu..."
"...aside from the life-shortening aftereffects of Moonrage, Feixiao has already made a full recovery."
"You could even say she's back to her lively self, though she can't do any strenuous exercise for now."
"She just hopes you can spare some time for her privately after the banquet."
Feixiao wanted to thank him properly, but she didn't know where he had gone, so Yueyu was making the request on her disciple's behalf.
"Are we fast-forwarding to the 'repaying a debt of gratitude' part?"
Hearing this, Leon had no objection.
It wasn't a big deal.
"Her thought is what counts. Honestly, I just saved her on a whim. No need to be so formal with your godlike savior, you know?"
Leon wasn't a very materialistic person.
So, as long as Feixiao had the sentiment, he felt that was enough.
There was a saying he quite liked.
A man can act without seeking any reward, doing it just for the sake of looking cool.
I might not have that mindset, but at least I saved you on the side. It's fine if you don't offer any reward.
But you should at least have a grateful heart, or say thank you, right?
If you can't even provide a bit of emotional value and act all high and mighty instead...
...then the Great Western King is about to take over from this miracle-working god.
But people like that can't even be considered human.
Feixiao's way of thinking—"a life-saving grace should be repaid with a gushing spring"—is how a normal person thinks.
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