Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Yan Huan, with his arms folded, addressed the Netherworld military officer and the surrounding Netherworld prison staff:

"This guy has the same sultry scent as Bu Liren. If he doesn't have some unusual or niche interest in perfumes, he's probably a spy who infiltrated the Imprisonment..."

"Oh? It seems you've heard something extraordinary as soon as you arrived."

Jiaoqiu stood beside the bronze pillar and smiled slightly.

"Is Mr. Yan Huan acting crazy again?"

"I'm just stating the facts, my friend."

Yan Huan smiled.

"Speaking of which, the dishes you made last time were really delicious. Would you be interested in joining the 'Sophie Ultra-Thin Tissues' club? Lots of perks await you."

"That would be a great honor," Jiaoqiu said with a faint smile.

"So, may I ask what the specific benefits are of joining a club?"

"emmmmm..."

Yan Huan thought for a moment and replied, "It seems there are no specific benefits, but it also seems to have all the benefits."

"Really?"

Jiaoqiu became interested.

"If I want to ask, can you cure..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Huan suddenly raised his hand and hurled a brick.

'Whoosh—'

The old, red brick, like a streak of light, brushed past Jiaoqiu and slammed heavily onto one of the employees behind him.

'boom--'

The red bricks shattered, turning into small pebbles that rolled to the ground.

The waiter who was hit directly died instantly, collapsing to the ground in a sorry state, slowly revealing his terrifying true form.

The body entangled in withered wood, the狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious) face, and the medicine gourds wrapped around the waist... it was undoubtedly a demonic figure secretly taught by the Medicine King.

"What? This... How could someone who has received the secret teachings of the Medicine King enter the Prison of Darkness!"

A prison guard in a long robe shouted from the side.

"..." Jiaoqiu remained silent, still savoring the deathly aura of the brick that had just brushed past him.

Yan Huan stepped forward, drew his lance, pointed it at the dying body, and said to Jiao Qiu:

"I happen to have a test subject here, I'll show it to you, take a good look."

A vibrant green and intricate pattern appeared, and countless signs of life seeped into the body of the demonic monster.

His injuries healed rapidly, and gradually, his fingers twitched, and his狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) face began to whimper.

Yan Huan stepped on him, raised her lance, and spoke to Jiao Qiu:

"You may have heard about my past deeds with the Luofu Milk People, but all I can do is 'restore,' not 'change.'"

"Just like this demonic body, it was originally part of the Immortal Ship people, just like people have hands and feet."

"If you are born with hands and feet, how can 'recovery' mean losing your hands and feet? If you lose your hands and feet, can you still call it 'recovery'?"

"..." Jiaoqiu remained silent.

Yan Huan applied slight pressure with the sole of her shoe, crushing the monster's chest, which had just regained consciousness, until it cracked again.

To put it simply:

"The fact that you came to me means that what you want me to treat is very difficult, so I also have to show you my limitations."

"A congenital disease, incurable?" Jiaoqiu asked seriously.

“Once something is part of you, it cannot be removed through ‘restoration’.”

"It's like if you were born with cerebral palsy, even if I nurse you, you'll still have cerebral palsy."

“You have transformed into a demonic form. If I heal you, you will become a vibrant demonic form instead of an ordinary person.”

Yan Huan sheathed her lance, kicked the monster's body to the slightly surprised and belated Han Ya, and continued speaking to Jiao Qiu:

"Although the boundary of 'a part of oneself' is still rather vague, 99% of the things that accompany you from birth belong to this category."

"Then... is there absolutely no chance of recovery?" Jiaoqiu lowered her head, filled with despair.

"Yes, I have."

"?"

"For example, the Demonic Body originates from the blessing of the Abundant Star God... right?"

Yan Huan leaned against the bronze pillar, pondering:

"If I were to devour about ten Envoys of Abundance or twenty Star God creations of the same level... I could probably use the power of Abundance to 'modify' such things."

"Are you... serious?" Jiaoqiu's eyes widened.

"Of course, just like when I devoured the Jianmu body that Huanlong used."

Yan Huan reached out, and a vine slowly emerged from her palm. The intense, abundant aura made the surrounding crowd look solemn.

"Do you know how many people have asked me since I came to the Immortal Ship if I can cure some congenital diseases?"

"..."

“But I can’t do it with the bodies of ten Abundance Envoys.” Jiaoqiu’s eyes dimmed.

"But twenty creations... could you explain what constitutes a creation that meets the criteria?"

“A complete Jianmu tree counts,” Yan Huan said with a smile.

Chapter 920 I am the champion of cliff jumping in Luofu

"What, Jianmu?"

The crow, who had been placing the remains of the demon's body in the corner, slowly rose and said seriously:

"The plague is a serious matter on the Immortal Ship; it should not be spoken of lightly."

"Please, both of you, refrain from discussing this here."

Seeing that the judge had arrived, Jiaoqiu cupped her hands in greeting.

"I won't disturb you any longer. I need to meet up with my colleagues. See you later."

"Row."

After Jiaoqiu left, Han Ya spoke to Yan Huan and Dan Heng.

"Passengers on the train, I, Han Ya from the Wenzi Department, have met you two."

"Actually, I've wanted to complain ever since you walked in."

Yan Huan asked in confusion:

"Are you and Xueyi the only proper judges in the Ten Kings' Division?"

"What, Mr. Yan Huan, don't you like me?"

The crow said calmly:

"Very well, I can summon a judge skilled in acupuncture, a judge proficient in axes and saws, or a judge skilled in whips and chains to question him..."

"With a variety of options, there's bound to be one that suits you."

"Can I have some Huohuo?"

"..."

"Mr. Yan Huan, how come you actually chose him?"

The crow blinked.

"I was just making a small joke."

"The judges take turns on duty, and the two of you just happened to run into me, which shows that we have some kind of predestined connection."

"I am truly grateful for your help in the matter of subduing the demon in Suiyuan. Rong Hanya thanks you again."

"You're welcome," Yan Huan waved her hand.

"Remember to call me if you need any work. As long as the pay is good, I'll do anything..."

"Is Mr. Yan Huan short of credits again?"

The crow was somewhat surprised.

"I vaguely remember that after our last parting, the general gave you a lot of rewards in his own name."

"If you add what you received at Pinocchio, that amount would probably be enough to buy several planets."

"You're right, but I just don't have any money right now," Yan Huan said helplessly.

"Why don't you help me out? I'm going to fall down here... could you give me a certificate so we can extort money from Jingyuan?"

"How about we split the spoils? I get seven and you get three?"

"This... the Ten Kings govern their subjects, and no favoritism is allowed."

Han Ya politely declined Yan Huan's suggestion to make money.

"Go to the [recording room] to leave your testimony and follow all subsequent procedures. You two must obey my orders and not act on your own."

The crow slowly turned around and walked outside.

"This is not a place for mortals to linger. Please follow me, my two guests."

"It's alright, he's used to it, coming back here is like coming home."

Dan Heng: "..."

Yan Huan: "Everyone says I'm from the underworld, but I think I can manage to get a permanent position here. Hey, how much is your base salary...?"