Starry Sky: My Life Star God, starting reward Ruan Mei

The fire demon scoffed, saying sarcastically, "You think you can be burned by your own blood? Foolish human."

"My own blood cannot burn me, but the blood of others brings sorrow."

Behind him, another masked fool, while marveling at how quickly his buddy got into character, chimed in.

He didn't speak to the fire demon, but it was as if he was speaking to it: "Friend, you can't expect a fire demon to understand the meaning of mourning. Their brains are already burnt out."

The flames on the fire demon's body instantly intensified, and its aura surged: "What do you mean?"

"It means nothing. I am saddened by your burned-out brain and your knowledge that barely qualifies as that of an intelligent being, but I will not create sorrow or joy for you. That would be ridiculous and would attract those who are lost and addicted to pleasure."

The flames on the gatekeeper fire demon's body burned as fiercely as the rage in his heart: "Mourning musicians, keep your mouths shut. If you wish to be reduced to ashes, I can grant your wish."

"Unfortunately, it was not us who turned to ashes, but your Lord of the Underworld, Afrit."

The flames on the Fire Demon seemed to freeze for a second, and he paused, stunned: "Grand Duke? What happened to the Grand Duke?"

A mournful musician said in a sorrowful tone, "Haven't you heard? Poor little fellow. Although your Grand Duke has been accepted into the [Life] civilization's declaration of war, he has no way to reach the battlefield. He will die in fear and infamy, like a clown..."

Halfway through his sentence, his companion interrupted him, his tone equally sorrowful: "We're just passing by; there's no need to tell this fire demon so much. The suffering won't lessen because of it. Let's quickly choose a suitable design to leave behind a mask of mourning for the fire demon race."

The flames on the fire demon's body had noticeably weakened, and his tone was the same: "What do you mean? Explain yourself!"

“The lost souls who were addicted to pleasure orchestrated this clown show, and they themselves dressed up Alfredo.”

[Mourning the Performer] One person explains to the Fire Demon: "Your great justice is trapped by those who are lost in pleasure. The lost ones cut off his tongue of fire, preventing him from speaking the truth, while all living beings will offer mocking smiles to this silent play from below the stage."

Be brave enough to declare war, and even if you die in battle, even if the odds are against you, it won't be a terrible death.

However, if they declare war and then flee in fear of battle...

Even the Fire Demon could easily understand the logic behind this—so thought the Masked Fool.

"You mean the Masked Fool interfered in this matter? Just to turn our Grand Duke into a clown?"

The fire demon answered his own question, and as he spoke, the flames on his body flared up again: "No, absolutely not."

The tone of the lament remains sorrowful, as if the masked fool's triumph is already a foregone conclusion:

"What can you do? Even if you leave, your ships won't be able to provide timely support, let alone deal with those masked fools. Although we have a lot of experience dealing with those who have gone astray, there's no reason for us to tell you."

The Fire Demon seemed to be calmly considering the matter: "I need to consider the truth of what you said, but we cannot let the Grand Duke become a clown. Those despicable masked fools will not succeed."

The Fire Demon's tone also became polite: "You don't like those masked fools, and neither do we. If the Grand Duke is destined to perish in this war, and we are also destined to perish, the outcome will remain the same. I think you won't bear the infamy of helping the Annihilation Gang. There might be room for cooperation between us."

“Of course,” the fire demon guarding the gate added, “Even if you agree to this, it’s not something I can decide. I’ll go and inform them, please wait a moment.”

The fire demon guarding the gate has departed, but the flame barrier of the Eternal Fire Mansion continues to burn, preventing uninvited guests from approaching.

Even though these uninvited guests had the ability to forcibly occupy the place, the masked fools did not choose to do so.

They would then try to lend the high-class ship, which they had just stolen from the Mourning Playwright, to the fire demons without arousing suspicion.

Then they quietly occupied the place, without bloodshed.

As for whether this group of fire demons can find the Grand Duke of Netherfire... that's hard to say.

The mourners were still chasing after them, after all, they needed to find their ship and teach the fire demons who stole it a lesson.

But was Grand Duke of the Underworld truly trapped by the Fool in Mask? And who can easily distinguish truth from falsehood in the Fool's words?

Chapter 156 My Dear Assistant

A morning on the Luofu Immortal Boat.

Bai Yan carefully covered Tingyun with the quilt, left her boudoir, and closed the door behind her.

This was not special treatment; Himeko, March 7, and even Welt and Danheng had experienced it when they were with him at the Black Tower Space Station.

Since parting ways with Mr. Latio of the Academy of Liberal Arts, Bai Yan had not been able to have such a free and easy conversation about philosophical thoughts on life.

Thousands of years have enriched Tingyun's knowledge, and the transition between the virtual and the real world has given her a more unique perspective on life.

After a long, heart-to-heart talk all night, it's time for Tingyun to get some rest.

Just like a person who reads their memories.

Discussing philosophical thoughts about life and observing changes in the other person's body are ways for Bai Yan to gain a very intuitive understanding of them.

As Bai Yan stepped away from Tingyun's house, he saw a petite girl in front of him.

Fu Xuan, who was passing by, met his gaze and walked towards him: "Good morning, Mr. Bai Yan."

Unlike before, when Fu Xuan only regarded Bai Yan as a mysterious and powerful guest.

However, during the post-war meeting of the Immortal Ship Alliance, Bai Yan's true identity was already known to the six rulers of each Immortal Ship, including Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuan still remembered the results of the last divination. He clearly saw the stars, but the entire galaxy was just the tip of the iceberg in the other party's eyes.

She is probably the only person among all the ships in the Immortal Ship Alliance who has ever divined the Star God at such close range.

No wonder the general tried his best to hint to her not to use the Qiong Guan Formation, lest she damage this important artifact of the Taibu Si.

Fu Xuan walked towards her, and Bai Yan greeted her with a smile, saying gently, "Good morning, Miss Fu Xuan."

Fu Xuan's tone remained calm, but the attitude in his words was noticeably different: "I am honored to have learned of your identity from the general. I am truly humbled. Please forgive me if I was impolite before."

"What is your identity? A scholar in the field of life sciences? A traveler accompanying the Star Train? An ordinary visitor to the Immortal Ship Alliance..."

He said it casually, as if these labels were not enough to define his place in life: "Identity is nothing, it doesn't matter."

Fu Xuan nodded, his eyes revealing deep thought: "That's true, but the right to interpret often lies with those in high positions. Even if those in low positions receive their permission, few in the world would dare to truly overstep it."

At the same time, Fu Xuan realized that his words might be misunderstood by Bai Yan, so he quickly added: "Of course, I believe in your principles. It is an honor to be able to talk to you in person."

“That’s a very good point. I think we can have a good talk about it sometime tonight…”

At this point, Bai Yan remembered something and denied it, saying, "No, I'll probably be going to accompany Black Tower tonight."

Just then, a clear, slightly cool voice suddenly rang out from not far away. Through the surrounding noise, it seemed as if a force was causing the surrounding air to condense: "So you're not thinking about me?"

Fu Xuan and his gaze both shifted over there.

The person's figure seemed out of place among the crowds on the street, possessing a tranquil quality that seemed to freeze time itself.

An intellectual and elegant woman, her appearance was like a gentle breeze.

The light green cheongsam, imbued with traditional beauty, swayed gently with her steps, accentuating her graceful figure.

His greenish-blue eyes were indifferent and calm, and his face was as serene as a work of art sculpted over a hundred years, not easily revealing any emotion.

Bai Yan teased, his voice full of lighthearted banter: "I didn't expect even you to start teasing me? Are you jealous?"

As Ruan Mei slowly approached, her gaze remained unwavering as she stared at him. She parted her red lips again, her voice calm: "You know very well that it's not like that. I'm just asking for the reward you promised."

Bai Yan glanced around, feigning confusion, and asked, "Where's Xiaoya?"

Ruan Mei answered in another way: "If I'm not mistaken, you haven't stopped perceiving all life on the Immortal Ship, so can this be considered a rhetorical question?"

Bai Yan smiled gently: "My dear assistant, I didn't misjudge you. You might just become the person who understands me best."

Fu Xuan is right. Whether one's status or position is important or not, the right to interpret often lies with those in high positions. Even if those in low positions receive permission, few in the world would dare to truly overstep it.

Nguyen Mai was one of them.

Bai Yan didn't hold back his approving gaze, turning it to Ruan Mei: "I hope one day you will be able to understand me and tell me your opinion, tell me what you think I am."

A gentle breeze blew.

Ruan Mei gently brushed aside the strands of hair that were being blown by the breeze, making sure they didn't obstruct her view, and responded with a rare, faint smile: "If the reward you've promised is substantial enough, I don't mind doing so."

"Of course. Let's invite Xiaoya over later and take a stroll around the Fairy Boat. We can also check your homework periodically. Then we'll discuss the reward."

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The Luofu Immortal Boat Rift Zone.

Like the rift in Beloborg, this area has also lost most of its rift creatures.

The gray-haired girl didn't return home all night and didn't stop training.

However, this time, the creature helping her train wasn't a Rift creature, but a cute little guy.

Xing lay on the ground, panting heavily.

Her long, emerald-green hair hung down over her face.

Xiaoya squatted down and looked at her: "Sister, shall we continue?"

Chapter 157 Your Dear Assistant

The future Lord of the Rift has not missed any training these days.

After learning of the crisis facing Belloberg, he began focusing on practicing his teleportation abilities last night.

However, using teleportation ability is very taxing on the body and can easily lead to fatigue, which is the main reason why Xing is lying on the ground now.

Xing's long gray hair was casually scattered on the ground, blending into the dust, as if she didn't care about its presence.

She lay flat on her back, her golden eyes fixed on Xiaoya squatting in front of her, a warm and radiant smile playing on her lips.

Xing said gently and slowly, "Xiaoya wants to go back to Belleburg for a visit, right?"

Xiaoya nodded gently, her voice clear and expectant: "Yes. But I just need to tell Dad. I've already prepared plum blossom cakes for him. He'll definitely agree."

Xing raised an eyebrow and continued, "Are you worried about the situation over there?"

Xiaoya nodded again, her voice slightly childish: "Yes, but Xiaoya also saw the news, and Mom said not to worry, a sister named Raphael went to help."

Xing smiled gently and asked softly, "So are you still in a hurry to go back?"

Xiaoya's long, emerald-green hair was gently lifted by the breeze, and a few strands brushed against Xing's cheeks, bringing a refreshing coolness.

"Xiaoya trusts her mother and isn't in a hurry anymore, but she still wants to go back and see everything."

Xing gently blew a strand of emerald green hair to one side of her face, her eyes filled with a tender smile.

She continued gently, "Xiaoya, do you trust your older sister? If you do, I'll train for a few more days at most and then I'll definitely be able to take you back. That way, whenever you want to go back in the future, you won't have to ask your father for help."

Xiaoya's eyes sparkled, with a hint of hesitation: "It's good that we don't have to bother Dad, but won't this cause trouble for my sister?"