March 7th had no clue her words were a jinx. Dan Heng was indeed having a rough time—not only blasted away from the group by Blake's bomb, but now run clean through.
"What, you thought only Hunters sneaked onto the Xianzhou?"
Watching Dan Heng sprout dragon horns and his outfit shift dramatically, Blade's jab lit Yanqing's fuse. What did these guys take the Luofu for?!
Snowflakes swirled in the air. "Fine—I'll haul you all in for the General to decide!"
"Uh... that 'all' doesn't include us, right?" Silver Wolf whispered.
"Mm~ Feel like jumping in?" Kafka stayed relaxed. The three in the middle each figured they were taking on two.
"No way—hackers are for brain games, not fistfights!" Silver Wolf waved it off. Especially with Dan Heng's jinxed [eternity]—she wasn't touching that.
Out on the field, ice swords formed behind Yanqing and speared toward the pair. "I've heard of your crimes, Imbibitor Lunae. Who'd have thought—besides Stellaron Hunters, another fugitive slipped aboard..."
"...No interest in starting fights. Just need to check on my friends."
"Hmph! Save the excuses for the Shackling Prison."
Talks broke down; Yanqing was beyond listening. Dan Heng had no choice but to fight back. "...Get out of the way."
"Good, good—that's it! Imbibitor Lunae, you might never see those friends again..." Blade grinned like he was watching a show.
"Shut up—you're not going anywhere!"
Yanqing blasted everyone indiscriminately. An ice sword shot at Silver Wolf; she phased out with [eternity] to dodge.
"That confident? Got an ace up his sleeve?"
Yanqing handling 1v4 without flinching had Silver Wolf second-guessing.
"...Alright, let's turn up the heat! Kafka!"
"Mm." Kafka didn't hesitate, using [Spirit Whisper]: "Blade, listen—drop the [bindings]."
"I didn't want to tap this power..."
Yanqing didn't blink, steering his ice swords to intercept Blade and Dan Heng.
Spotting Dan Heng pulling punches, Blade snorted. "What, going easy on the kid?"
("(How are March and the others...? Gotta wrap this fast—no more stalling.)") Dan Heng felt the clock ticking and flung Cloudhacker.
"Didn't want a full brawl, but no options left... Sorry."
Whoosh!
Cloudhacker split into segments, utterly dominating Yanqing's ice—total hard counter.
"That move looks familiar." Silver Wolf grumbled, hit with heavy déjà vu.
How could she forget? The Eternity Cathedral scrap with Blake. Sampo tanked, her on support.
Who'd buy soap duking it out with Sampo? The Pontiff was strong but paranoid about surprises—mid-fight, soap kept multiplying.
Her prized aether hacks? Worthless against him. Underlying code a nightmare to tweak!
Sampo had it worse, dodging exploding soap hordes. That endurance belonged in an interstellar marathon.
"You two are a pain. To pin you down, guess I pull this!"
Dan Heng went big first? Yanqing wasn't holding back!
Boom!
Cloudhacker clashed with a ringing clang, frost biting the air.
"Hahahaha... Imbibitor Lunae, you've gone soft. Can't even handle Jing Yuan's errand boy?" Blade mocked, figuring it'd be something huge.
"Blocked it?" Dan Heng blinked. After Adrian's Cloudhacker tune-up, Yanqing was the first to stop it.
A century later—Cloud Knights this good?
"Wait, bad vibe..." Silver Wolf's face tightened, brows furrowing.
Kafka nearly lost it at Yanqing's secret weapon, a grin creeping up.
"Ah, now it's getting fun."
She loved these off-script twists.
"What the heck is a milk tea sword?!"
Silver Wolf couldn't hold back. A milk tea cup? Whatever. But a longsword styled like milk tea—looked like a carnival prize.
Dan Heng's frown smoothed. Battled this long—turns out ally.
But...
Same teacher. Can't crack the technique!
Ask Yanqing what he loved besides swords? One blunt reply:
"Hobbies just slow my draw!"
Kid hoarding toys—he blew pocket money on Artisanship Commission blades: qi-guided flyers, close-combat shorts, telescoping flexibles.
Knew every spec, bought in pairs: one for swinging, one for the shelf.
End of month: "General-fed, General-geared, General-begged pathetically."
Boy and his swords—natural. His Xianzhou hoard mirrored a dream:
Luofu's best... no, the Alliance's!
Snag "Sword Head" here, "Sword Champion" across the board!
Last chapter: fate paired Yanqing with Adrian, blown away by milk tea-to-sword mastery.
Endless nights brainstorming, he cracked it.
Turn anything to sword: see it as [sword]. Commissioned Artisanship for a weird custom.
Bought Adrian's first—and final—shop milk tea. Crafters nailed it: blade gradient brew, tip dark tea fading to milky hilt—like layered drink and foam.
Handle frosted, gold straw-wrap filigree.
Looks weren't enough. Wuxia logic: shell sans soul.
Missing milk tea essence... Yanqing returned with blade to Adrian.
"Worthy of the Luofu's [top swordsman]! Sharp grasp!"
Adrian nodded, proud of the junior. Artisanship delivered—a legit milk tea flyer.
Blade perfect; Adrian infused the spirit. Beyond all-purpose [eternity], real milk tea flair.
Sheath swirling brew; swings waft sweet scent.
Sword-born, sword-obsessed. Yanqing wielding it: no underestimating the kid genius. Milk tea sword drawn—he's untouchable!