Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Seeing that the kid's skin was all red from being slapped, Yan Huan couldn't help but give him a thumbs up, "Awesome!"

"Please lie down, guest," the older sister said softly.

"Oh."

Yan Huan lay down again, letting the masseur massage her, while constantly observing the little boy next to her.

The mountain dweller pulled over a bucket of essential oil, poured half of it into his hand, and then rubbed his large, clay pot-sized hands together.

"?"

To Yan Huan's astonishment, he slapped the kid so hard he flew into the air.

The boy fell from the sky, and just before he hit the ground, the mountain people slapped him repeatedly on both sides of his body like they were bouncing a ball.

'Pat pat pat pat pat pat...'

"???"

The sound was deafening, and orange essential oil covered the boy's entire body and spilled all over the ground.

The mountain dwellers treated the little boy like a toy, slapping him back and forth for a full five minutes before finally putting him back on the recliner.

Yan Huan could clearly see that his skin was red and swollen from being slapped.

"Are you really okay?"

"It's okay~ It feels great!" The kid remained steadfast.

"..."

Impressed by the thick skin and toughness of the local residents, Yan Huan stopped thinking about it.

He slowly closed his eyes, gradually getting used to the slapping sounds beside him, like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

Soon after, the medical team arrived at Yan Huan's side and carried the unconscious boy away.

"Please give way."

"?" Yan Huan opened her eyes.

Chapter 1178 I also have divine power!

"What's wrong with him?" Yan Huan stood up and asked the medical team.

"He's passed out from pleasure, we need to change his pool, that will help him recover."

"..."

Yan Huan felt a pang of regret as she watched the boy being carried away.

I was hoping this guy would show me around some more.

"Guest, it's all set up now."

The massage therapist bowed to Yan Huan. "I'm number 736. If you enjoyed my massage, please remember to call me again next time!"

At the same time, the mountain people walked up to Yan Huan and slowly bowed.

"Hello, I am number 245. If you need anything, you can call me again next time."

"emmmmm..."

Yan Huan nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, next time my teammate comes, I'll order for you for him."

After the two masseuses left, Yan Huan stood up and began looking for her missing slippers.

"Huh, where did they kick it?"

He lowered his head, trying to search under the recliner, only to find himself staring into the eyes of an old man.

Yan Huan: "..."

Old man: "..."

"What are you doing hiding under my chair?"

"What do you mean 'your chair'? Public spaces belong to everyone..."

The old man slowly crawled out from under the recliner, stood up, and patted his bathrobe.

Yan Huan could clearly see a pair of slippers that he had tucked into his waistband.

"Damn it, how did you get my slippers? Give them back to me right now."

"What do you mean, yours or mine?" The old man took a half step back, protecting the slippers tucked into his waistband.

"I'll say it again, this is a public place. The slippers belong to the bathhouse; they don't belong to anyone. Anyone can take them and anyone can wear them!"

"So what do you need it for?" Yan Huan glanced at her feet and looked at the old man with disdain:

"Each of us has a pair of slippers. You clearly had your own, yet you took mine. Don't you owe me one?"

"Hey, hey, hey, you're swearing!" The old man's eyes widened as he pointed at Yan Huan and shouted.

"Your language is vulgar; this is a grave disrespect to Lady Fagina!"

"Hurry up and go pay your respects to the statue, or I'll report you..."

Are you going to give me slippers or not?

"No!"

"Good, you're ruthless." Yan Huan gave the old man a thumbs up and slowly backed away.

"Then I'm not going to go anymore, whatever."

After Yan Huan left angrily, the old man picked up the slippers tucked into his waistband and examined them carefully, his eyes gleaming.

"...It can't be wrong...it can't be wrong!"

He lifted his slipper, sniffed it, then licked it, his eyes burning even more intensely.

"He doesn't smell of sweat, he's definitely not human!"

"They are the Mad King's retinue... We must inform Lord Golden Descendant!"

……

the other side.

Marble Market.

“Oh! You must be the warrior that Lord Bai’e brought from the frontier?” A resident stood in front of Dan Heng.

“That’s right.” Dan Heng nodded slightly.

"That's wonderful!" The resident excitedly grasped Danheng's hand.

"Thank you for saving Ohmma."

"I've heard that you and your companions are exceptionally strong, possessing extraordinary abilities just like the Golden Blood. Could you please lend us a hand?"

The residents slowly looked at the collapsed stone pillar by the roadside and said apologetically:

"For example... restoring this stone pillar?"

"Ugh, these are terrible days. First, we're invaded by Nicardoli's henchmen, and now a fallen stone pillar is blocking our doorstep... I can't take it anymore."

"Restore?" Dan Heng glanced at the collapsed stone pillar, which was about four or five meters long and was shattered beyond recognition.

"It would take two or three days to repair this by manpower alone."

"I can help lift it if needed, but the repair work..."

"Of course we can't rely on manpower!" the red-haired girl said playfully, standing behind Dan Heng.

"This requires a miracle."

"Lord Tibo!" the residents exclaimed eagerly. "With Kefaller above, we won't have to trouble this hero."

"I see." Dan Heng immediately understood what the residents meant.

They probably believe that the nameless guest can also summon miracles.

"Leave this to me. Mr. Danheng can just watch from the sidelines!"

"If you have the aptitude to learn the Eurythian Prayer, you might even trigger a miracle."

"Can I do it too?" Dan Heng asked, somewhat surprised.

“Of course,” Tibo said with a smile.

“Priests are quite common, but their talent varies.”

"How about this, why don't you give it a try and let Teacher Tibao see how good your comprehension is?"

"What are you two playing?" Yan Huan, who had just finished her bath, arrived at the scene and asked the two of them.

"Oh, you're here too! Why don't we give it a try together?"

Tibo stood beside the collapsed stone pillar and gave instructions to the two.

“Come, reach out your hands toward the stone pillar and carefully sense the residual Eulonis divine power in the air, and try to awaken it.”

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan and Dan Heng slowly reached out their hands, but after trying for a long time, the divine power in the air did not fluctuate at all.

“Oh dear, it seems you are not suited to be priests.”

Tibo shook her head regretfully.

"But that's normal, there are a lot of unqualified people."

"Huh? No qualifications? Are you kidding me?"

Yan Huan still raised her hand, stubbornly insisting:

“I can already sense it, the God of Time, right? I’ve heard him speak so many times.”

"Um... 'Ah~ you have a high fever!'"

In an instant, a murmur rang in everyone's ears.