Collapse Iron Live Broadcast Connects All Worlds, Scares Away Wuzhan at the Beginning

In Takama-ga-hara, listening to Jingyuan's lazy voice, the fat woman actually changed her previous careless attitude, as if she was a young girl in her twenties who had returned to high school, with her cheeks flushed.

Fortunately, General Jing Yuan is not a cowherd, nor is he on Earth... Otherwise, it would be really difficult for Caesar to accept the existence of a human who is countless times more powerful and charming than him.

General Jing Yuan in the light curtain stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes loose and his sleeves wide, with a faint smile, and his long white hair hanging from the side of his neck to his chest.

From Caesar's perspective, he could only see the soft jaw, which was half hidden by the hair.

Even Caesar himself would be envious of General Jing Yuan from this perspective. No wonder he could easily capture these middle-aged women.

Unlike San Yueqi's optimism, Uncle Yang on the side had a frown on his face. "This Jing Yuan is no ordinary person."

"Uncle Yang thinks something's wrong?" Xing asked curiously.

“It’s not that strange, but I just feel like something’s not right…” Walter narrowed his eyes, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized: “…Hmm! I figured it out! He deliberately skipped the blade!”

"Since the Cloud Cavalry has captured the Blade, they could use that to capture Kafka. Why ask them to 'lure' her out?" Uncle Yang paused, then continued, "If the Immortal Boat is unwilling to allow outsiders to interfere with the Star Core disaster, then why is it so generous regarding the Star Core Hunter?"

"I can only think of one reasonable explanation for this... At least for now, the blade is likely out of the control of the immortal boat."

"So, if Jing Yuan wants to lure out the Star Core Hunter, we're the only bait that can connect him to Kafka. That's why he's indirectly asking for our help—because Blade's escape can't be known to anyone else!"

Walter adjusted his glasses, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Look, I said he is your future self, can you refute it?" On the other end of the phone, Ji Zi's voice was a bit teasing.

Walter looked at "himself" in the light curtain, his palms still trembling slightly.

...Although it was hard to believe, he really couldn't think of any reason to refute it.

After listening to Jing Yuan's words, Walter tried to apply his own way of thinking to the train crew, but the result he got was exactly the same as that of Walter in the light curtain.

This means that the "self" in the light curtain even thinks in exactly the same way as him.

"I care about one thing more than this, Walter."

Jizi put forward her own speculation: "The man named Sanbo has already revealed that there is some kind of connection between us and the other world - he can easily observe our world through this. And that 'connection'... or 'channel', perhaps only you in the future know, Walter."

"You want to get the method to go to that world from me?" Walter was shocked by Ji Zi's boldness. "Could it be that you want to have a cup of coffee and sit down to chat with another Ji Zi?"

"Why not?"

Ji Zi on the other end of the phone suddenly smiled: "At least he is still my counterpart. Although we have the same appearance and the same name... our experiences are completely different, and we have tasted completely different lives."

"Walter, don't you want to know what will happen when you meet another Mr. Walter?"

Walter didn't need Ji Zi's reminder, he really imagined that scene - but even though he was curious and yearning, considering the consequences of changing the timeline, his remaining rationality told him not to do it.

"Shen Ce Mansion."

"Master Taibu, you heard our conversation. What are your thoughts?"

"It wasn't until Jing Yuan turned off the projection and slowly turned around that the short pink-haired girl in front of him slowly stepped onto the stairs and walked to Jing Yuan's desk."

"What do you think? The laws of nature are clear, but the human heart is subtle. Do you want me to tell these people a fortune and predict whether their intentions are auspicious or not?" Fu Xuan put one hand on his waist, very dissatisfied with Jing Yuan's childish attitude.

"That's not necessary. The Star Train has nothing to do with this matter. I'm 90% sure of that. You and I don't need to delve into their intentions. As long as the bait is taken and the fish is caught, that's enough." Jing Yuan said calmly.

"This is my suggestion, isn't it, General?" Fu Xuan pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Well, thanks to Mr. Fu's wisdom, everything from now on will depend on you." Jing Yuan praised.

Fu Xuan was quite pleased with this statement. She crossed her arms, raised her chin proudly, and snorted in a rather arrogant tone, "Hmph, then you should abdicate sooner rather than later."

"It's not the right time yet." Jing Yuan put on a rather awkward expression. "If anything goes wrong, I'll have to bear the responsibility as general. I can't just walk away now and put Fu Qing in an unfair position."

"Abdicate? This girl is really confident. She doesn't look much older than this hall master." Hu Tao was surprised by the confidence of the pink-haired girl. She had also seen General Jing Yuan's speaking and fighting skills. Could it be that this Miss Fu Xuan could be stronger than him?

"Haha, Hall Master, the age of people in the Immortal Boat cannot be seen with the naked eye." Zhongli reminded with a smile.

"Yes... maybe she's hundreds of years old." Hu Tao gave Zhongli a questioning look. "Guest, do you think Miss Fu Xuan can replace Jing Yuan?"

"Master, you're joking. Of course not."

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"To be praised by General Jing Yuan, who is known for his 'extraordinary wisdom and foresight,' this Miss Fu must be a person of exceptional wisdom and strategy. However, a wise person is not necessarily a good leader—this principle is surely understood by Hall Master Hu."

"That's true." Ke Qing's words really touched Hu Tao's heart.

When it comes to arranging funeral affairs, some of the senior members of the Wangsheng Hall are just as good as her, and in terms of knowledge, the guest officials are far superior to her. However, when it comes to the position of head of the Wangsheng Hall, it must be her.

It wasn't that she inherited the secrets and spearmanship of the Rebirth Hall. It was that she could make decisions at critical moments, shoulder responsibilities, and lead everyone forward steadily... and in the Rebirth Hall, that person had to be Walnut.

"This Miss Fu is too flamboyant, perhaps because she's too young... She's like a newly sharpened sword, too sharp, and needs to be sheathed. Only when her edge has faded and her temperament has calmed down can she assume the important position of general."

"As for the current situation... I can only say that Miss Fu is too ambitious. Although she may not be able to become a general, she can become a first-class assistant beside the general."

Zhongli's analysis was well-reasoned and well-founded.

"Yeah, what Keqing said makes a lot of sense." Hu Tao leaned lazily on the rattan chair, looking at Keqing's handsome and serious face, a teasing smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"The general cannot do without the assistance of Fu Taibu, and I cannot do without the assistance of Ke Qing. Next time when I go to the opera, walk the birds, or drink tea, can Ke Qing also assist me?"

Chapter 91: Seliya: Yanqing is simply the perfect candidate for disciple!

"You handed the Star Core Hunter to me long ago, so you don't have this worry right now. What on earth were you thinking?" At this point, Fu Xuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Jing Yuan! Could it be... could it be that you deliberately let him escape?!"

"Me? How can I predict the future like Lord Fu? The Cloud Cavalry failed to guard properly, and I am responsible."

"Just by the tone and expression, Fu Xuan already dared to conclude in his heart that this person called Ren was deliberately let go by Jing Yuan!"

"But she didn't expose it. Instead, she climbed up the pole."

"Hmph, I understand. The Immortal Ship's affairs are complex, and you're bound to be running low on energy. If I weren't there to support you... Speaking of which, at the next Six Imperials meeting, you should fulfill your promise to recommend me as your successor as general..."

"Yes, yes, okay, okay, got it. I have something important to attend to. From now on, I'll leave everything to the 'gifted' Lord Fu."

"Feeling the other party's perfunctory attitude that was almost overflowing from the screen, Fu Xuan pouted slightly in dissatisfaction and hung up the call with a "click."

"Foresight..." Yuta Otsutsukota accurately grasped these four words from Jingyuan's words and repeated them in disbelief. "Foresight, could this also be the power of the Patrolling Star God?"

"Unlikely." Mingming pushed aside the white braid that was blocking her face and opened one eye. "If the people of the Immortal Boat were truly capable of foresight, they should have been able to avoid the star core disaster in advance."

"...Since it wasn't avoided, it means that 'foresight' is conditional—and the conditions are quite harsh."

Mingming paused, then continued, "And I don't know if you've noticed, but that pink-haired girl is a little different from the other people on the Immortal Boat."

"Different? Uh... could it be the figure?" An Geji thought for a moment. The little girl was short and a certain noticeable part of her body was very thin, which formed a sad contrast with Yukong and Tingyun who had already appeared.

"..."

Kusakabe Atsuya rolled his eyes speechlessly. He slowly exhaled a puff of cigarette, tapped his forehead with his food, and said, "You mean the eyes here?"

"Very careful." Mingming smiled at Kusakabe in appreciation.

"Jing Yuan said she was gifted...it might not just be a compliment, it's also a statement of fact. If she truly possesses the ability to predict the future, it's probably closely related to the eye on her forehead."

"That thing should also be related to the Star God." Kusakabe Atsuya showed an envious expression, "If we had that eye, we wouldn't have to worry about Sukuna anymore."

"Not necessarily." Otsutsuki Yuta shook his head. "Gojo-sensei's six eyes can accurately sense the flow of cursed energy. While it's not direct 'prediction of the future,' he can predict his opponent's next move by analyzing the changes in cursed energy. It's a simple form of precognition, right?"

"The difficulty in fighting Sukuna isn't in 'predicting' his movements and actions, but in the fact that even if you know what he's going to do... it's still difficult to deal with it."

"Rather than envying Miss Fu's ability to predict the future, I think General Jingyuan's Divine Lord is more reliable."

Otsutsuki Yuta smiled wistfully, "Even Kagami-ryu couldn't dodge that strike. If we could have hit Sukuna head-on... we wouldn't have to make plans here, right?"

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"General, everyone knows that Fu Taibu wants to take your place," Yan Qing said.

"She's very capable, but she needs to work on her mental skills. When her stubborn nature fades, I'll probably consider retiring," Jing Yuan said, his voice tinged with resignation.

"Seeing Master's distress, Yanqing stepped forward and volunteered, "If he escapes, we can just recapture him. General, give the order, and I, Yanqing, will immediately resolve your problem."

"I know you're anxious, but now is not the time. If you want the title of Sword Master, you must not act rashly, especially not with a serious criminal." Jing Yuan knew Yan Qing was gifted and arrogant, so he shook his head and refused.

"But this only aroused Yan Qing's desire to win: "General, do you think I will lose to that Blade Bucheng?"

"I'm asking you to be patient, Yanqing. Immortal Ship governance is different from swordsmanship; it requires a gradual approach to success. There's a mystery... How did the star core manage to hide from the public, bypassing the inspections of the Tianbo Division and the deductions of the Taibu Division? And where did it end up?"

"I think the quickest way is to capture the two Star Core Hunters and send them to Fu Taibu for trial."

"I have handed this matter over to the passengers on the train. Don't rush. Yanqing, you are the person I trust the most. There are some things that I can only feel at ease if I hand them over to you. Yanqing, I have an errand..."

"As Jing Yuan was talking, he noticed there was no movement around him. When he turned around, Yan Qing was gone."

"Ah, this kid... I'm sorry. A young man who's been at home for too long is bound to have some trouble. I'm afraid the setback he'll suffer this time will be greater than his arrogance..."

"I like this kid's temper."

Celia's gaze lingered for a long time on the direction where Yan Qing left. As a teacher herself, a disciple like Yan Qing was extremely precious.

For her, talent may be important - but whether a person can reach a higher level depends entirely on his mentality and character.

What made her a little unhappy was that few of her disciples dared to attack her. Even a skilled first-level magician like Lyon had never thought of fighting her in the decades he had followed her.

She likes people with desires. Desires determine a person's limit... Without desires, in Celie's eyes, people are like stagnant water.

This was also the reason why she admired Duncan and made him a first-level magician. There was still desire in his eyes, and even though he was no longer young, he still had a limit that he had not yet reached.

And Yanqing's desire to prove himself made her quite satisfied.

"What a perfect disciple, and an immortal...I'm afraid he has a lifespan of thousands of years?" Celie sighed regretfully. If she could open a channel between the two worlds, she really wanted to take Yan Qing in and teach him magic.

"Lady Celia, I have a question." Jian Ze, who had been quiet at the side, suddenly spoke up. "That blade looks like it has killed countless people... Isn't Jing Yuan afraid that his disciples will be killed by him?"

"Damage?" Celie looked as if she had heard a bad joke, with a strange look in her eyes.

"If he were to die at the hands of Ren, then he wouldn't be a genius at all, and he wouldn't be valued by Jing Yuan and become his close attendant."

"Just like you...Jian Ze, if you are just an ordinary warlock who knows a little bit of magic, then you are not qualified to enter this hall at all. Do you understand?"

Chapter 92 Sanji: Yukong is the one I love most among all the ones I meet

"After Xing left Sichen Palace, she saw a text message Tingyun had sent her not long ago. The message was very simple: she was currently relaxing by the harbor, and she could go find her after she and the others finished talking with Lord Yukong."

"The three of them wasted no time arriving at the harbor, where they immediately spotted the fox girl leaning over the railing, looking into the distance."

"Alas, Lord Yukong has assigned me the task of hosting you all again. It seems I have a deep connection with you all. The Tianbo Division has reserved a room in the upper room of the Yichen Inn. Will you please join me for a cup of tea and a rest at the inn?"

"As soon as they met, Tingyun sighed."

"After finally handing these guests over to her leader, they were now thrown right back into her hands. The young woman felt a little depressed for a moment. But as a ferry envoy, she quickly adjusted her attitude and maintained her signature smile: "My benefactors, please follow me."

"As soon as she arrived at the hotel, San Yue Qi couldn't help but feel sleepy. But with her experience with Beloberg, she was ready to escape at any moment."

"To be honest, when I saw Yukong frown just now, I almost thought a group of soldiers were about to burst out and take us to jail." Sanyueqi whispered in Xing's ear, curling his lips and saying, "Dealing with important people is even more tiring than dealing with monsters..."

"Before he finished speaking, Xing suddenly felt that he was being stared at by a sharp gaze."

"I slowly turned my head...and met Tingyun's serious eyes."

"March..." Xing quickly nudged the still chattering March Seven with his elbow. The latter finally reacted and touched his head awkwardly: "Ah, I, I'm not saying anything bad about Master Yukong..."

"Pfft, this girl is quite cute. Even though she looks silly, she's at least cuter than Trish."

"Hey! Mista... I can't pretend I didn't hear you!"

Inside a hilltop villa in Naples, the girl's angry voice threatened to rip the ceiling off. As a rising Italian singer gaining some fame in recent years, Trish had to turn down numerous interviews before she could respond to Giorno's invitation.

Trish is sexy and charming in front of the camera, and always acts like a gentle neighbor's sister in front of the media. But once she arrives at the villa of this gang leader, she tears off her disguise in front of the public and unscrupulously reveals her suppressed "truth".

Giorno's purpose in inviting her here was simple, besides reminiscing about the past and talking about recent events, they also wanted to watch the light screen together.

"Besides Trish, I've invited someone else... Judging from the time, he should be here soon." Giorno patted Mista's shoulder and motioned him to sit in the second chair next to him.

"Polnareff should be the second in command. Even if he can't come, I won't sit in this chair. Giorno, think about it carefully. Two times two equals four, right? Four is such an unlucky number—I don't want to be associated with such an unlucky number!"

As he spoke, Mista moved his butt to the third chair in the middle.

"Giorno, who is the last person?" Mista asked curiously, deliberately avoiding the word "four".

"Oh, he's here."

As soon as Giorno finished speaking, the few people realized that there was a figure standing at the door of the villa.

He was a young man dressed in green, with the same blond hair as Giorno. As he climbed up the mountain path, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and the strawberry-shaped earrings hanging from his ears swayed restlessly.

——It’s Fugo.

"That's enough. Stand here."

Mista quickly reached into his boot, pulled out the pistol stuck in it, and with practiced movements, aimed the muzzle at the center of Fugo's face—between his eyebrows and lips, almost above the bridge of his nose, aiming with extreme calmness.