Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Yan Huan casually opened the cockpit door and restored the airship's piloting system before being stopped by Ao Di.

"Old man, hurry up and call the proper captain back to set sail. The doctor is very busy."

Yan Huan straightened her collar and strode away.

He bypassed the banquet hall and corridors, took the elevator, and arrived at the deck of the airship.

The Clover family members, besides kicking the hooded guys off the airship one by one, were also fabricating arrest warrants for the other three.

These are fireworks, Sambo, and Sunday with a mask on.

Upon seeing this, the gold dust quickly stopped him, saying:

"Alright, alright, you can stick the stickers on the other two however you want, but what's the point of sticking a sticker on the last one wearing a mask if you've never even seen his face?"

"Let's hand this person over to the company; we will take disciplinary action against him later."

Besides Sand Gold being busy, Himeko was also explaining the situation to Dan Heng, Walter, and the other two.

Just then, Yan Huan arrived.

"Wow, Yan, where have you been bragging to?" March 7th exclaimed.

"Of course it's the distant M78 Nebula." Yan Huan immediately waved her hand:

"Enough said. I ignored Father of Ultra's offer to acknowledge me as his boss and wash my feet. Where were you guys talking about?"

Himeko smiled faintly:

"It's only the beginning, so you can come and see what's going on."

After Yan Huan returned to the team, Ji Zi began to recount:

"Actually, the course of events is quite simple; almost everyone from the other family branches was involved."

"But they didn't really intend to disrupt the Harmony Festival in such a big way; at most, they just wanted to vent their dissatisfaction in a small way."

"But... the overlap of various 'minor venting's' has indeed caused some noteworthy trouble for the Huichangshi."

Himeko smiled and said:

"Regarding the administration of laxatives to cause staff to have diarrhea in public, the theft of food that greatly delayed the replenishment of food, or the addition of aphrodisiacs to the mascot's food..."

"There's no need to elaborate on that."

"It doesn't really affect the guests; the methods used by the four major families are actually more targeted at the staff of the alfalfa family."

"So," March 7th said, raising his hand.

Who exactly blew up those supercars?

Himeko replied:

"It's the Masked Fool, she's already admitted it."

March 7th blinked and asked again:

"Who locked the cockpit?"

To this question, Yan Huan shrugged and replied, "There is an orderly force above, so it is Sunday."

"Sunday?" Walter frowned.

"He escaped the company's constraints, but what is his purpose this time?"

Without Dominic, Sunday's team isn't particularly strong, but [tuning] them is still a problem.

If he were to target the guests, the success rate would be hard to say.

"I understand." March 7th immediately deduced the truth:

"He's definitely not giving up yet, so he wants to make a big splash on the Huichangshi."

"Didn't they seal off the cockpit? Maybe they're waiting for the right moment to pilot the Celestial Stone into some [Order] dream again?"

"Please stop making those baseless accusations," Sunday's voice came from not far away.

"?"

The train crew turned around and saw that the man wearing a black mask and sunglasses had been brought to justice.

The one escorting him was Toppa.

“Oh dear, he’s so slippery,” Topa said, walking behind Sunday, sounding quite distressed.

"I almost messed up too."

"Hmm?" Seeing Sunday being escorted over with her hands tied behind her back by company employees, Sand Gold raised an eyebrow.

"If I had known, I would have gone with you. How about you leave him to me?"

"Ha, who got dumped so far away?"

Toppa stared at the gold dust and muttered:

"He even tried to pick the lock, but ended up getting himself into trouble."

"Heh, so what?" Sand Gold walked up to Sunday, and under Topa's gaze, silently pulled out a stun gun and tapped it in his hand:

"Given this guy's familiarity with dreams, it wouldn't be surprising if he moved someone anywhere."

"In my opinion, he probably hasn't suffered enough to accumulate so much power."

"What do you want to do?!" Seeing Sand Gold approaching with a stun gun, Sunday instinctively tried to back away, but he was being held up by two company employees and couldn't move at all.

"What am I going to do? I'm going to give you a massage, of course."

Almost without hesitation, the stun gun was stuck into Sunday's waist.

Sizzsssssssss——

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Accompanied by this piercing scream, everyone on the train except Yan Huan, who was eating popcorn, turned their heads away, unable to bear to watch any longer.

That guy... really has a lot of resentment towards Sundays.

"So what exactly is his motive?" Dan Heng couldn't help but wonder.

If the purpose of Sunday was to ruin the Harmonious Music Festival, then the method was far too lenient.

After setting restrictions on the hatch, he could have easily ordered the Gypsy to crash.

"Maybe he's just here for the concert." Yan Huan chewed on some popcorn. "Look how stylish he is."

"..."

Not far ahead, Sunday was being electrocuted by gold dust, but his gaze remained calm.

He endured the excruciating pain and looked around.

Once he noticed that the company staff had relaxed, he seized the opportunity to demonstrate his abilities once again.

"Haha——!!"

In an instant, he was freed from his restraints, and Sand Gold, Toppa, and the other company employees were instantly plunged into a deep dream.

Although it only lasted a few seconds, it was enough for Sunday to slip away.

On March 7th, he immediately noticed the situation and shouted:

"Oh no, he's trying to run away! Stop him!"

Seeing this, Danheng and Walter rushed over and resumed their chase of Sunday.

Yan Huan remained motionless, watching the whole thing unfold.

They never stopped eating popcorn.

Chapter 805 I remembered my mother!

Ignoring the farce, and seeing that most of the people on the deck had dispersed, Yan Huan also entered the facilities inside the Huichangshi.

This place looks like a small bar.

Yan Huan calmly walked to the bar and ordered a classic Sorida.

Besides him, there were other guests who had sat here early to have a drink.

One of them looks quite familiar.

"Oh, you're here too?" Upon seeing Yan Huan's arrival, Potio, who was sitting on a stool, invited her over.

"Come and sit down. I don't know what they're up to. We'll probably have to wait a long time."

Hearing this, Yan Huan silently sat down and turned to the bartender, saying:

"All my expenses are paid by Young Master Bo."

"Huh?" Potio squinted.

"What's wrong, great hero? Can't even afford a cup of Soleil?"

"I enjoy the thrill of getting something for free, just like I would steal it."

"..."

Potio said helplessly:

"Alright, alright, I'm waiting for a little cutie anyway, so this drink is on me."

"Did you see that... company envoy dressed so flamboyantly?"

"Oh? You've made progress in your negotiations?" Yan Huan took the iced Sorida from the waiter, took a small sip, and looked at Portio:

"How's it going? When do you plan to have children?"

"How could that be?" Potio felt a headache coming on.

"That guy... is connected to some darling I'm investigating. He said he's willing to help me."

"What's that saying again? The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

"Then you might have to wait a little longer," Yan Huan said frankly.