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Xiling turned to him, her smile gentle: "Is there anything you'd like to add? Please speak."

Ratan's deep voice echoed in the conference room: "I once sealed away the stars, but now I have unsealed them with my own hands. Those stars that have descended upon the borderlands will likely cause quite a bit of trouble."

Xiling tapped her temples lightly with her fingers, lost in thought: "Ah, there really is such a thing..."

Xiling's eyes suddenly lit up. She turned to look at Penglai Temple Jiuxiao with a sly smile: "Didn't you want a mission? Looks like you have one now."

Jiuxiao blinked, looking completely bewildered: "...Huh?"

Xiling nodded to Rataen, her tone relaxed yet authoritative: "Leave the search for the fallen stars to us."

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Chapter 46 Even Without the Holy Sword, I Am Still a Hero

Are you sure everything is okay?

"Are you really sure everything's okay?" On a terrace, Xiling looked at Penglai Temple Jiuxiao, still a little uneasy, and asked again and again.

Penglai Temple Nine Heavens grinned, revealing a set of his signature gleaming white teeth, patted his chest with a grin, and then gave a thumbs up, "What problem could I possibly have! Xiling, you worry too much!"

"Remember what I said! If you encounter any disturbance, even the slightest feeling that something is wrong, immediately, without hesitation, retreat! Do you hear me? Don't try to save face outside, and don't rush in impulsively! Do you understand?" Xiling earnestly instructed Penglai Temple Jiuxiao.

The meeting is over, and there's not much to say. As mentioned before, with their current lineup, it doesn't matter who they beat.

After the direction was designated, everyone began to move. Kevin, who was invincible in the sky, rode on Radan, who was invincible on the ground. With the blessing of gravity magic, they had already turned into a meteor that tore through the sky and roared straight towards the volcano. As for Mongot, he would probably run alone.

"Oh dear—" Jiu Xiao exaggeratedly dragged out the last syllable, put his hands on his hips, tilted his head slightly to one side, and made a completely "disgusted" expression. "I told you I'm fine! Xi Ling, you're so nagging~" Despite complaining, he couldn't stop smiling.

"Hey, I only said a couple of things to you, and you're already complaining that I'm being nagging? I just wanted you to... no, you better be serious!" Xiling said irritably.

"Don't worry! You know how fast my 'Dark Night Wings' can fly! Finding stars? A piece of cake!" Penglai Temple Nine Heavens proudly puffed out its chest:

"Brave warrior, you can rest assured and entrust these trivial matters to this savior without any worries!"

"Tsk..." Looking at Penglai Temple Jiuxiao's overly sunny and confident appearance, Xiling couldn't help but click her tongue again, rubbing her forehead, "The more I look at him, the more uneasy I feel..."

Penglai Temple Jiuxiao is about to do something. As the only person in the group who can fly, her task is to hover high in the sky above the border area and search for the stars that have fallen there.

Why go looking for those stars?

Because a fallen star transformed into a beast.

At the border region, "shooting stars" are by no means a symbol of good wishes, nor are they associated with romance.

They symbolize calamity, uninvited guests carrying malice from the cold darkness above.

These "stars" falling from the sky are not inorganic meteorite fragments, but some kind of living organism with a blurred form and distorted essence!

Now that the seal of Rataen is gone, the stars have descended upon the borderlands. Perhaps these stars are now constantly changing, twisting, expanding, and transforming... gradually turning into indescribable, ferocious beasts!

However, Xiling was not surprised at all; rather, he had known all along that this would happen.

Or rather, this was inevitable.

If it weren't for the excessive consumption of resources and the need to rebuild order, Xiling would have already drawn her sword and begun clearing the entire border region.

However, it's not too late. Xiling is indeed eager to recover the border area as soon as possible, but that doesn't mean the land is so fragile that it will collapse at the slightest touch.

With the Death Rune absent, apart from the Holy Sword and the Black Sword in Xiling's hands, no being at the border can truly kill another being under the laws of the Ring! The power of "Destined Death" is isolated.

At this moment, the Holy Sword is in Xiling's hand, while the other greatsword symbolizing the authority of death—the "Black Sword"—is in the hands of Kevin, the figure who charged towards the volcanic lava alongside Rataen.

Just as the ninth heaven of Penglai Temple was preparing to take flight.

"and many more"

Xiling's voice came, and at the same time, a fabric with a cool starlight and a familiar scent, like a curtain of night, gently but powerfully covered her shoulders.

A cloak of stars—countless tiny points of light flowed and surged against its deep, night-like background, as if a piece of the starry sky had truly been cut out. It silently unfurled, tracing an elegant arc in the air like a cascading galaxy, and draped itself over Jiuxiao's slightly slender shoulders.

"Whoa?!" Penglai Temple Jiuxiao exclaimed in surprise, turning around abruptly to see Xiling's face right in front of him.

"So don't move around," Xi Ling said deftly, straightening the wrinkles and clasps of Penglai Temple Jiuxiao's cloak.

After finishing, she stepped back a little to carefully examine the effect, and even asked in a serious tone, "By the way, do you prefer the effect of wearing it over both shoulders, or the more casual look of wearing it over one shoulder?" as if she were just discussing how to wear a piece of clothing.

"Hey! Xiling!" Jiuxiao, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instinctively tried to tear off the cloak. "Isn't this your Starry Cloak?! Why are you putting it on me?!"

"Don't move!" Xiling reacted even faster, her hands instantly pressing down on Penglaiji Jiuxiao's shoulders like iron clamps!

Xiling looked directly into the somewhat flustered and confused eyes of Penglai Temple Jiuxiao, and said clearly, word by word:

"I asked you to go on this mission, and I need to be responsible for you." Xiling's tone was resolute. "The Starry Cloak carries my magical imprint; it can shield you from unexpected attacks in crucial moments."

Xiling immediately straightened her face again, and tapped Penglai Temple Jiuxiao's forehead hard with her finger, making a soft "thump" sound. "Besides, I'm just borrowing it from you! This time it's not a gift! Understand?!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" Penglai Temple Jiuxiao covered his forehead, which was red from being slapped, and pouted with a wronged look. But when he saw Xiling's unquestionable gaze, most of his strength to struggle dissipated.

Penglai Temple Jiuxiao muttered softly, "I know... she's so fierce..." Only after confirming that Xiling didn't seem to have any intention of "violence" anymore did she lower her hand from her forehead, and the grievance on her face was quickly replaced by a deeper concern.

“But…” Penglai Temple Jiuxiao raised his head, his clear eyes reflecting Xiling’s figure, filled with undisguised worry, “You gave me the Starry Cloak, so what about you? Aren’t you going to face danger too?”

Seeing the worried expression on Penglai Temple Jiuxiao's face, Xiling did not answer. Instead, she suddenly smiled slyly and, before Jiuxiao could react, reached out with both hands and began to vigorously knead Jiuxiao's smooth hair like dough!

"Whoa! Stop! Xiling, you bad guy! I just fixed my hair!" Penglai Temple Jiuxiao instantly bristled, all the emotion he had just felt vanished, and he waved his fists to retaliate.

While nimbly retreating and dodging with a smile, Xiling let Penglaiji Jiuxiao frantically tidy up her bird's nest-like hair. Seeing her puffed-up yet energetic appearance, Xiling's smile deepened.

Just as Jiuxiao was busy struggling with her messy hair, Xiling's voice reached her ears:

"Even without a cloak, I am still a hero."

Even if... one day I no longer have the Holy Sword...

"As long as I stand here, as long as I remember who I am, as long as I remember what I have to protect... I, Xiling, will still be that hero, won't I?"

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Chapter Forty-Seven: The Target! The Rhealucalia Magic Academy!

“Well then, An, Tianyi,” Xiling said, waving to Leimiao An and Luo Tianyi from her wheelchair with a bright smile, “A-Tui and I will be taking our leave now! You two can stay here and guard the capital with peace of mind!”

“Also,” Xiling gave Remian a thumbs-up, “Ann! I’ll have to borrow your precious ride for a bit! I promise I’ll return it intact…probably!”

Remien looked at the wheelchair that Xiling had "requisitioned," and then at Xiling sitting in it with such a self-righteous air, and smiled.

“Xiling, A-Tui,” Remian couldn’t help but remind him, “Be careful on the road… especially you, Xiling! Don’t mess things up!” Remian emphasized the word “mess.”

“Don’t worry, Anne,” the faded one said, standing behind the wheelchair and nodding to Remianne.

"Okay, okay, got it!" Xiling gave an OK sign, then turned to look at the Faded One behind her. Their eyes met in the air, and without a word, they reached a tacit understanding!

The faded figure stepped forward, landing steadily on the groove behind the wheelchair. His broad body leaned slightly forward, like a knight riding a steed, his hands gripping the high back of the wheelchair like iron clamps, making himself a stable anchor point.

Xiling, sitting in the driver's seat, instantly stopped smiling, her expression becoming more focused and sharp than ever before. Her pupils seemed to have intricate gears turning, making her look like a top racer about to challenge the limits on the track!

Xiling took a deep breath and placed her hands on the handles on both sides of the wheelchair.

Buzz—! A silvery-white magical light surrounded Xiling and quickly covered the wheelchair she was sitting in.

The next second—instead of a slow start, it was like a spring compressed to its limit suddenly being released!

Whoosh! ! !

A piercing whistling sound suddenly exploded! The wheelchair, along with Xiling on it and the Faded One behind it, transformed into a cannonball, leaving a ripple in the air distorted by intense friction in its wake. Like a real rocket launch, it instantly shot out, so fast that it left only a blurry silver afterimage on the retina!

However, this was just the beginning! "Whoa—!!!!" The exhilarating cheers of the Faded Ones rang out.

"Not enough! Not enough! Charge—!!!" Xiling's scream followed immediately, filled with extreme excitement and a sense of control, and the magic output in Xiling's hands increased violently once again!

The buzzing sound suddenly intensified! Amidst the cheers of the Faded Ones and the shouts of Xiling, the wheelchair's speed surged once more in a way that defied the laws of physics and was visible to the naked eye! The wheels almost left the ground, transforming into a comet enveloped in brilliant silver flames, hurtling along the wide main road of the royal city, leaving behind only a scorching shockwave and a cloud of dust stirred up by the powerful wind pressure!

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance at the end of the street, and hearing the cheers and shouts lingering in the wind, Remy and Luo Tianyi, who remained in place, exchanged a glance and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Looking down at the main road of the royal city, Remian sighed, "It seems... for the next while, it really will just be the two of us."

Luo Tianyi immediately stepped forward and affectionately took Remian's arm, like a clingy kitten, her big eyes blinking: "Sister An, Sister An! Don't worry about being lonely! I brought a lot of snacks from home! Osmanthus cake, almond shortbread... everything! Perfect timing, while they're all out, tell me your stories from the past, okay?" Luo Tianyi's face was full of curiosity and anticipation.

Remien looked down at the sweet and lovely girl next to her, who looked like a girl next door. Her energetic appearance reminded her of her own sister, who was equally lively (but even more unruly).

Remi'an smiled and affectionately ruffled Luo Tianyi's hair: "Alright, let's go then. It seems this leisurely afternoon tea time belongs to just the two of us."

The reason the two stayed in the royal city was that one of the people in the chat group had to stay there in case something else happened in the royal city and the others couldn't rush back immediately.

Chat group teleportation feature! As long as the members in the group agree, they can ignore the barriers of distance and instantly cross mountains and rivers to teleport directly to the target group member!

As long as Remi'an or Luo Tianyi are still in the royal city, the other team members can instantly respond via group chat and travel through space back to the royal city, and vice versa. If they are needed to support the front lines, they can be teleported there immediately. Such a useful "strategic" function should naturally be used to its fullest potential.

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Time flows on...

On the vast, boundless borderlands, a truly spectacular scene is unfolding.

A wheelchair gleaming with silver light, like a silver comet breaking free from the earth's shackles, is speeding wildly across the muddy roads and undulating meadows!

It was no longer merely a means of transportation, but a steel beast that had been fully awakened and was driven by pure magic! Its speed was so great that it even left a long white wave behind it, created by the intense friction with the air, accompanied by an extremely sharp whistling sound. Its momentum was truly like a miniature steam locomotive sprinting at full speed across the wilderness!

On the wheelchair, Xiling's white hair danced wildly in the wind. He seemed to be one with the wheelchair, constantly shouting with extreme excitement: "Sprint! Sprint! Sprint!"

The faded one standing behind Xiling, his feet rooted to the grooves at the back of the wheelchair, shouted excitedly, "Not fast enough! Xiling! You're far from it! Not fast enough at all!!"

Having endured the truly tumultuous, chaotic, and grueling "hell train" ride in Montgomery, where steering relied entirely on brute force and the constant threat of derailment, the Faded One now felt that the wheelchair controlled by Xiling was nothing short of heavenly! So stable! Absolutely so stable! Incredibly stable!

This was not merely a subjective feeling. Beneath the wheelchair chassis, a dense, silvery-white magical energy, like the gushing exhaust of an engine, not only provided a powerful propulsion but also, like a tangible carpet, adhered tightly to the ground, spreading forward.

The wheelchair's wheels did not directly roll over the mud, potholes, or gravel, but instead floated on this smooth, mirror-like road constructed by the magic of Xiling.

No matter how rugged the terrain is outside, what is transmitted to the wheelchair and the passenger is only an extremely smooth and fluid sense of forward motion, without the slightest unnecessary bump.

The Silver Path stretched wildly across the wilderness, tearing through the wind and crushing distances.

Their target was unmistakably the magnificent complex of buildings on the distant horizon, gradually becoming clearer and enveloped in a strange magical glow—

Realucalia Magic Academy!

A magnificent labyrinth of countless shimmering arches and towering spires stands quietly in the heart of the lake district.

Xiling's gaze pierced through the wildly dancing white hair and the passing scenery, fixing firmly on the academy castle that was getting closer and closer, radiating ancient and mysterious magical fluctuations.

At this moment, the silvery magic around the wheelchair shimmered even more intensely.

"Hold on tight, A-Tui!" Xi-Ling's voice remained clear amidst the wind, carrying a hint of excitement and solemnity as they approached the finish line. "We..." A smile curved Xi-Ling's lips, her gaze sharp as a sword, "are about to launch the charge."

Chapter 48 Kevin: Friend or Enemy? Xiling: Submission or Conquest?

The deep night sky is like a huge black velvet curtain, covered with billions of cold stars.

However, at this moment, the boundless Milky Way could not conceal the two figures rushing past.

Rataen, who controlled gravity magic, had his massive body compressed into a blurry streak of light by the delicate balance of gravity and repulsion. Like a meteor tearing through the night sky, he hurtled toward the volcano mansion at a speed beyond mortal imagination.

The mountains and rivers beneath our feet turned into fleeting shadows as we sped along at high speed.

But Kevin felt a little embarrassed.

The reason is simple—because Kevin is currently sitting in Ratan's bent arms, and in a very ladylike posture.

'How embarrassing…' Kevin thought to himself, his muscles stiffening.

"Can't we try a different position... like... putting my arm around your shoulder? Or even carrying you on my back!"

The two are currently on their way to the volcano's official residence.

Silence was the dominant theme of this journey.