The World of Bengtieli: They All Have designs on me

Those stars forcibly pushed back into their orbits now move more smoothly than ever before. Beneath their rough exterior, those laws, crudely bound together, contain a savage yet tenacious vitality.

Most importantly, the chilling and exhaustion that had been lingering deep within her soul for years, caused by maintaining the Qiong Guan Formation, had vanished without a trace.

Instead, there was a sense of fullness, warmth, and almost overflowing power. Like parched land being thoroughly irrigated by a sudden, torrential downpour.

Her strength, far from being diminished by that brutal "violation," was instead...never before nourished. That boy, Luo Ning.

He was neither a mere intruder nor a vandal.

He was a potent medicine, a storm, and also... a spring of sweet water she had never imagined. Fu Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, a complex light flashing in his pink pupils.

This variable, this boy who cannot be deduced by the Qiong Guan Zhen, the secrets he contains are far greater and far more alluring than she imagined.

"Absolutely. Exclusively."

A thought took shape in her mind, clear and firm.

This boy, this power, must not be discovered by anyone, much less be touched by anyone. Especially not by Jing Yuan.

She remembered that the white jade compass she had slipped into Luo Ning's hand was not some kind of "price" or hush money.

That was a tracking artifact passed down by the Taibu Si (a high-ranking official in the Chinese divination arts), called the "Star-Tracing Tool." No matter where he went, she could sense his approximate location if she wished.

It was an invisible thread, one end in her hand, the other end already firmly tied to the boy. Luo Ning walked out of the gate of the Taibu Temple, the warm sunlight shining on him, dispelling the slight chill that remained in the hall.

He looked down at the small white jade compass in his palm; the warm, smooth jade still carried the touch of that beautiful woman's fingertips.

His mind was a mess; he couldn't understand why that older sister had been so comfortable at first, and then so angry later. "Luo Ning!"

A gentle and concerned voice came from inside.

Himeko and Dan Heng were waiting for him not far away. When they saw him come out, Himeko quickly went to greet him.

"You're finally out. Are you alright? Did Lord Fu Xuan give you any trouble?" Ji Zi lowered herself and carefully examined his complexion. Luo Ning shook his head and whispered, "No... my sister... she's a little tired."

Dan Heng also walked over. He didn't speak, but calmly looked at Luo Ning. His senses were more acute than Ji Zi's. He could detect a very faint but extremely pure energy aura emanating from Luo Ning, completely different from his own power.

This aura seems to originate from the depths of the Temple.

"What is this?" Himeko noticed the jade pendant in Luo Ning's hand. "My sister gave it to me." Luo Ning rubbed the jade pendant even more tightly.

Just then, the two Cloud Cavalry guards standing at the door straightened up unconsciously when they saw Luo Ning come out. They showed a mixture of awe and strangeness towards the seven or eight-year-old child, and even lowered their heads slightly.

This subtle movement did not escape the notice of Himeko and Danheng. They exchanged a glance, their doubts deepening.

What exactly happened in Taixia Sili? Why is Fu Xuan's attitude towards Luo Ning so strange, and even the guards at the gate are treating him differently?

Back at the Dan Ding Inn, where they were staying on the Starry Sky Train, Luo Ning quickly fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion. Ji Zi and Dan Heng sat in the outer room, the atmosphere somewhat heavy.

“I can’t see through Fu Xuan.” Ji Zi held her coffee, her brows furrowed slightly. “She called Luo Ning in alone for so long, and when he came out, Luo Ning looked like he’d lost his soul. She even gave him a magical artifact of unknown significance.”

“That magical artifact bears Fu Xuan’s divine imprint,” Dan Heng suddenly spoke, his voice low, “It’s a tracking and positioning device.” Ji Zi’s hand, holding the cup, froze in mid-air: “Tracking? What does she want to do?”

"I don't know. But she doesn't seem to have any ill intentions towards Luo Ning; on the contrary... it's a strong possessiveness." Dan Heng recalled the strange attitude of the Cloud Cavalry Guards and came to a conclusion that even he found somewhat bizarre.

Just as the two were pondering this, Himeko's phone received an encrypted email. The sender was: Shencefu.

The email was brief and was sent by General Jingyuan.

"According to reliable intelligence, the Star Core Hunters have recently been spotted in the vicinity of Chang Le Pass and the Star Cha Sea Central Hub. If you wish to find clues, you may wish to investigate. Please be extremely careful."

Himeko showed the contents of the email to Dan Heng.

"Is Jingyuan showing us the way?" Himeko asked uncertainly. "Would he really be that kind?"

"He's using us as a tool," Dan Heng said incisively. "There are undercurrents in Luofu. He wants us, the catfish, to stir up the waters and see what's hidden beneath."

“Although we know it’s an open conspiracy, we have no other choice.” Himeko sighed. “This is the only clue we have right now.” She looked at the room where Luo Ning was sleeping soundly and made up her mind.

"Tomorrow, let's go to the Star Chariot Sea Central Hub. Let March take Luo Ning with her, so we can look after her." The next day, the sun shone brightly.

The most bustling port of Luofu Immortal Ship—the Star Chariot Sea Central Hub—is teeming with people coming and going.

The enormous starship glided slowly across the airway, casting a moving shadow. All sorts of shops lined the streets, their cries of vendors, conversations, and the hum of machinery blending together, creating a vibrant, bustling atmosphere.

"Wow! Look at that! It's a shimmering shadow play! They're performing 'The Cloud Cavalry Martial Arts Manual'!"

On March 7th, Luo Ning excitedly pointed to a huge holographic projection, which seemed even more energetic than Luo Ning himself.

Luo Ning wasn't interested in the violent dramas; his attention was quickly drawn to a small object moving through the crowd. It was a very delicate mechanical creation, shaped like a small, silver-white lion dog with large ears.

It moves silently, its tail wagging gently, which is very cute.

It is "谛听" (dì tīng).

Luo Ning had seen these kinds of small robots before, but this one seemed more agile and lively than any he had seen on the street. The little beast seemed to sense his gaze, glanced back at him, then turned and disappeared into a seemingly quiet alley. "Huh?" Luo Ning instinctively wanted to follow.

"Luo Ning, where are you going?" March 7th turned around and found him gone, and hurriedly called out.

Danheng had already noticed the unusual Diting. He grabbed Sanyueqi, gave her a wink, and then the two of them quietly followed Luoning.

The alley is deep and narrow, isolating it from the noisy world outside.

The light was dim, and the air was filled with the damp smell of moss. Luo Ning followed the Di Ting (a mythical beast) all the way to the end of the alley.

Di Ting stopped and affectionately rubbed against the leg of a woman leaning against the wall.

The woman was wearing a fashionable black trench coat, her long, purplish-red hair casually draped over her shoulders. She slowly raised her head, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face.

A faint smile played on her lips, her eyes held a languid yet dangerous glint, like an elegant wild beast poised to pounce and devour its prey at any moment.

Kafka.

She completely ignored Danheng and Sanyueqi who were following behind her. Her beautiful eyes were focused only on the small figure at the alley entrance. Danheng and Sanyueqi instantly went into a state of alert, and Danheng even quietly gripped the Jiyun Spear in his hand.

However, Kafka showed no signs of making a move.

She simply looked at Luo Ning, parted her lips slightly, and said softly in a gentle yet seductive voice that seemed to penetrate the depths of one's soul, "Little friend, come here and let your big sister give you a hug."

However, Kafka showed no signs of making a move.

She simply looked at Luo Ning, parted her lips slightly, and said softly in a gentle yet seductive voice that seemed to penetrate the depths of one's soul, "Little friend, come here and let your big sister give you a hug."

Chapter 221 Would you be willing to stay on the Immortal Ship and help us?

(season finale)

The noise at the alley entrance seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall.

Kaffa's voice was soft, carrying a strange magic, like a feather brushing against the heart, making one involuntarily want to be immersed in it. "Little one, come here, let your big sister give you a hug."

Luo Ning tilted his head. He didn't understand the deeper meaning behind the pretty woman's words, but he thought the little robot dog next to her was cute.

He was about to lift his foot when a hand firmly grabbed him. It was Danheng.

"Don't go over there." Dan Heng's voice was low. He pulled Luo Ning behind him, his other hand already gripping the shaft of the Cloud-Striking Spear. March Seven also reacted, quickly drawing his bow. An ice arrow materialized on the string, its arrowhead pointing directly at the woman deep in the alley. "Who are you! What do you want to do to Luo Ning!"

Kafka ignored their wariness, her attention remaining fixed on the small head behind Danheng.

Her smile deepened, and that seductive voice rang out again, this time bypassing Dan Heng and San Yueqi's ears and precisely drilling into Luo Ning's mind.

【come over. 】

It was an order that could not be resisted, carrying an authority that could not be questioned.

Luo Ning's body stiffened for a moment. He felt as if a voice had appeared in his head, commanding him to move forward.

But before the voice could fully occupy his thoughts, a warm feeling spontaneously welled up from the depths of his body, easily dispelling the foreign voice.

"Ok?"

Kafka's lazy smile faded slightly, replaced by a hint of surprise. Her Word of Power had failed on a child?

In the midst of this brief standoff, a hoarse, worn-out voice came from the deeper shadows. "Kafka."

A tall figure emerged, his body wrapped in bandages, his exposed skin covered with ominous red markings.

The moment he appeared, the temperature in the alley seemed to drop several degrees. Blade.

His gaze passed over Kafka, past March 7th, and was fixed firmly on Danheng.

That wasn't hatred, but something more twisted, a mixture of pain, obsession, and destructive urges, that transcended hatred. "I've found you."

Before the words were even finished, the blade's figure transformed into a blur, the ancient sword tip whistling through the air as it aimed straight for Dan Heng's throat. "Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was so sharp it hurt one's eardrums.

Dan Heng parried with his spear, the immense force sending him sliding several feet backward, spiderweb-like cracks spreading across the stone slabs beneath his feet. "Luoning, retreat!" March 7th screamed, and a thick wall of ice rose from the ground, shielding her and Luoning behind it. The battle erupted in an instant.

The blade's attacks were frenzied and chaotic, each strike aimed solely at destruction.

Dan Heng remained calm and composed, his spear flashing like a dragon, defusing the storm of attacks within a small space.

The air in the alley was stirred into chaos by two completely different forces: one was the deathly aura of destruction, and the other was the determination to protect.

Luo Ning hid behind the ice wall, her little hands tightly gripping the hem of March 7's clothes, her heart pounding.

He could feel the intense, painful aura emanating from the man called "Blade," an aura that made him extremely uncomfortable. The aura was too strong, too cold, like countless needles pricking his entire body.

The warm current within him surged uncontrollably once more. "Boom—"

A pure, warm, and vibrant golden energy suddenly spread outwards from Luo Ning's center. It wasn't like an attack, but more like a silent spring rain, gently caressing everyone and everything in the alley. The blades that were frantically attacking in every inch of space suddenly froze.

The demonic torment that tormented his soul and plunged him into eternal agony was momentarily dispelled by the wash of golden energy.

retreat.

What kind of feeling is that?

It's like a person dying of thirst in the desert suddenly tasting a drop of sweet spring water.

Like a sinner burning in eternal karmic fire, suddenly feeling a touch of coolness.

That brief, almost negligible peace was a torment more profound than any torture. He stiffly turned his head, his gaze passing through Danheng and landing on the small figure behind the ice wall.

For the first time, a genuine expression of interest appeared on Kafka's face. "I see. Is this the key to the script?"

Dan Heng seized this fleeting opportunity and forced the blade back with a single thrust of his spear.

Just then, a will even more profound and chilling than the aura emanating from the blade descended from the sky. "This power..."

A streak of icy blue sword light, faster than the limits of vision, plummeted from the sky, landing precisely between the blade and Dan Heng. "Whoa—"

A deep, frosty sword mark appeared on the stone pavement, forcibly separating the two confronting each other. A woman with piercing eyes silently landed on the sword mark.

She was slender with snow-white hair, and the chill emanating from her body seemed to freeze one's soul.

“You…” Blade looked at her, managing to squeeze out a single word. Mirror Stream ignored him.

Her eyes, covered by a black cloth, seemed to see through everything as she turned towards the ice wall. The golden warmth also washed over her body.

The demonic torment she had endured, which was far deeper and longer than the blade itself, found a moment's respite in this warm current.

That was the first "light" she felt after entering endless darkness. She moved.

Step by step, she walked toward the ice wall, toward the source that made her feel "warm".

"Stop!" March Seven shouted, mustering her courage, but her voice faltered slightly under the other person's terrifying aura. Jing Liu ignored her.

She raised her hand, the one not holding the sword, and reached out towards Luo Ning.

Her movements were slow, and her slender, pale hand trembled slightly in mid-air. It was longing, struggle, the sight of a prisoner in hell seeing only salvation.

She finally spoke, her voice like the friction of ancient, frozen ice. "He is my medicine."

She made a declaration to everyone in the alley, or rather, to the whole world: "None of you are allowed to touch this place."

As soon as the words were spoken, synchronized footsteps echoed from both ends of the alley.

The Cloud Cavalry, clad in golden armor, blocked all exits, their gleaming spears pointing like a forest into the alley. Jing Yuan, hands behind his back, slowly entered from one end, followed by Yan Qing, whose face was solemn. "Truly a rare and magnificent event."

Jing Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly overwhelmed all the tension on the field.

"The former Swordmaster, the Star Core Hunter, and friends from the Star Curve Train... they're all here."

A new round of fighting was about to begin. "Stop!"

Jing Yuan's voice rang out, this time carrying the undeniable authority of the Shence General. He looked at the absurd scene before him and rubbed his temples in exasperation.

"This is not the place to talk." He glanced at Luo Ning, who had fallen unconscious in his arms, and said to everyone, "Follow me to the Shence Mansion."

We need to discuss this matter carefully.

No one objected.