Morning, Fu Xuan strode proudly into the Divination Commission.
Although her legs, in terms of body proportions, could definitely be described as slender, the absolute length of one's legs was still the hard indicator of walking speed—so the Master Diviner did not actually walk very fast.
Of course, today she was more than happy to walk a little slower, so that she could quietly let everyone know that the worry that had plagued her for years had finally been solved.
Today, every gesture of hers brimmed with a confidence unlike before, a kind of special allure that only a truly mature woman could display—just like General Jing Yuan. Or so Fu Xuan thought.
Admittedly, this not-so-mature mindset of a "mature woman" had rarely ever appeared on Master Diviner before. But once anyone solved a long-standing problem in their heart, it was inevitable that they'd experience a short-lived bout of heady excitement.
And today, Fu Xuan was in exactly that state.
All of this, of course, was thanks to what she had gotten out of yesterday's Trash Can.
But not because of treasures like the [Star-Destroyer] or the [Four Swords of Slaying Immortals]. Well, perhaps a little. Fu Xuan was sincerely delighted at the sudden increase in Xianzhou's strength.
But what pleased her even more were those [Fenglong Pills], and another [Fenglong Pill] that she and Feixiao had drawn out of the remaining six Trash Cans yesterday. Even though they didn't get anything particularly valuable after that, Fu Xuan still felt it was worth it.
Because today, the astrological heart-guard mirror at her chest was no longer obediently working in harmony with gravity, but instead tilted obediently at a forty-five-degree angle in resonance with her will—breaking free of the one-sided control of universal gravitation to become a mirror in step with humanity's future.
It was precisely for this reason that Fu Xuan's lips had been carrying a faint smile all morning.
What she didn't expect was that her good mood would soon be shattered.
After all, this was the loyal Divination Commission of Master Diviner.
"Master Diviner."
An augur passing by greeted Fu Xuan, and she nodded lightly, signaling her to continue her work.
The augur turned her head back, intending to leave, but then realized something in a daze and snapped her head around.
Wait… no, something wasn't right. What's going on here? she only took a three-day leave, not thirty years!
The augur froze in place, jaw dropped in shock, utterly unable to comprehend the strange speed of Master Diviner's development.
Fu Xuan passed by each augur like a homeroom teacher walking through a classroom corridor—bringing all noise into silence, forcing all eyes to settle on her for three whole seconds.
A tiny seed of vanity sprouted in her heart, and she found herself savoring those gazes a little.
She thought to herself:
Hmm. Such vanity is useless to my work and must not be indulged. But after a few days, they will naturally get used to it and cease to envy. Since that is so, hiding it would only be a sign of a guilty conscience. Better to carry myself openly.
A whisper drifted through the air:
"Oh wow, so even Master Diviner has such troubles? I thought she was completely devoted to the public good and never cared about such things."
"Alas, Master Diviner has worn herself out worrying for the Xianzhou, and her body's development just couldn't keep up. Add in the pressure of work, and it's only natural that resentment would build up. Now it's all bursting out at once—perfectly normal."
"Looks like Master Diviner still doesn't have much experience. To suddenly put in so many pads at once—how could anyone believe that? It should've been gradual, little by little."
"Well, since you're so experienced, why don't you go teach Master Diviner yourself?"
"What nonsense? That's no different from assassinating her directly! I still want my year-end bonus."
The whispers of the two gradually faded into the distance.
Crack—shatter.
Fu Xuan's smile froze completely. She thought she heard the sound of glass breaking. What was it?
Master Diviner suffered in silence, but Master Diviner spoke not a word.
Ah… these people…
"Qingque!" Fu Xuan suddenly pushed open the door of an office.
"Ahhh! Master Diviner, I wasn't slacking off!" Qingque jolted upright, the notebook and pen in her hand trembling in mid-air.
She sat up straight, folding her arms on the desk, barely covering the still-glowing Jade Abacus.
"Inform everyone—they're working overtime today. Every calculation that General Jing Yuan left unfinished these past few days must all be verified one by one!"
"Wha—?" Qingque's face instantly collapsed.
Not only did she not get caught slacking, now she had to work overtime? How could this be?!
"And what about you?"
Qingque asked weakly. Just imagining the disdain from her colleagues when she made that announcement was enough to make her shiver.
"I'm going to the Exalting Sanctum."
…
At Exalting Sanctum, before a teahouse in Bagua Plaza, a pink-haired foxian man and a stern-faced companion sipped their tea while listening to a storyteller's tales.
But few noticed that, from time to time, they were paying close attention to the nearby Curio Trash Can shop.
"Are we really going to keep watching here like this? That kid slept soundly all through the night. In this situation, me spending the whole night watching seriously just makes me look dumb."
Moze tugged at his collar. To avoid drawing attention, he had bought local clothes on the Luofu, but compared to his battle uniform, they felt unbearably uncomfortable.
Jiaoqiu waved his feather fan. "Such are the general's orders. We obey. Besides, what's wrong with drinking tea and listening to stories? Compared to the battlefield, it's no different from being on holiday."
"Then you take the night shift, huh?" Moze shot him a look of disdain.
So, you get to sleep in the Luofu's official hotel, while I'm stuck lying on tree branches, huh?!
Jiaoqiu only smiled and shook his head. "No can do. Lack of sleep will even make tail fur fall out. Besides, I still need to find medicine for the general's illness—rest is crucial."
"…Hmph." Moze said no more, only continuing to glare at Jiaoqiu with disdain.