Sanctuary Starfield Journey

88-28 Go to Huomin

Qinglan was enjoying his meal and couldn't help but praise, "Mobei, you have good taste, ordering such delicious food. The chef is quite good too..." Before he could finish, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his throat, immediately bent over, covered his mouth, and coughed so hard his brows furrowed. Yan Fuxue was about to pat his back to ease the pain when Qinglan quickly waved his hand, "Cough cough, it's nothing, it's nothing." But Yan Fuxue still patted his back to help, and Qinglan quickly recovered. Yan Fuxue added, "This teaches us that you shouldn't talk while eating." Qinglan retorted, "Kids watching this, please don't try this!" Hongqi sighed, "Breaking the fourth wall again."

After dinner, Mo Bei, feeling a bit full, suggested, "I'm a little too full, how about we go for a walk?" Yan Fuxue nodded, "The scenery is quite beautiful." Qing Lan said, "I don't understand, what's so beautiful about the scenery?" Yan Fuxue pulled him, "Just go." Qing Lan seemed to disagree, but his body language betrayed him, "Don't pull me, I can walk by myself."

Stepping through the back door, one finds a tranquil little courtyard with a small pond and a few solitary flowers growing beside it. A breeze carries the petals to the three of them as they walk under the moonlight.

Yan Fuxue squatted down by the small pond, looking at Xiao Hua, her white skirt draped on the ground. Qing Lan walked to the pond, intending to speak to Yan Fuxue, but just as he lowered his head in embarrassment, he saw Mo Bei showing off in the reflection. He changed his mind and elbowed Mo Bei: "So narcissistic, huh? No wonder you're the sidekick, you're quite like the protagonist." Mo Bei elbowed back: "Don't you have a script? Read Chapter Two yourself. I already had the narcissistic persona back then. First come, first served, don't you know?" Qing Lan looked at his proud expression: "Hey, I mostly read the chapters with the protagonist, why would I read the one with the protagonist's sidekick?" Mo Bei elbowed back: "I won't say who the sidekick is." Yan Fuxue stood there watching the two elbowing each other, shaking her head and sighing softly.

As Qinglan elbowed the opponent, he suddenly heard a strange sound and immediately perked up his ears to listen. Yan Fuxue, seeing this, also stood still and listened. Mo Bei, noticing their interaction, nudged Qinglan sheepishly, "Actually, I'm a little hungry." Qinglan's eyes widened, "Didn't you just say you were full? You're hungry again so soon?" Mo Bei looked at the sky and blinked, "Then let's order more, so we can eat less during our journey and store it all in our little world." Yan Fuxue said, "This is to ensure our journey is safe." Hearing Yan Fuxue's suggestion, Qinglan nodded in agreement, "Okay then." The three of them went back to the kitchen to order food.

The dishes filled two tables, and Mo Bei absorbed them all into his small world. Then, thinking about preservation, he asked the manager who was preparing the food, "Do you have any ice?" Yan Fuxue gently poked him, "I only have the ability to recycle, not to replace it." With that, frost appeared in her hand. Qing Lan saw this and pounced on it to lick it, but Yan Fuxue immediately pulled her hand back, "What are you doing? That's disgusting." Qing Lan savored it, "Looks like it's real, no different from before." Yan Fuxue slapped him. Mo Bei said, "No need, manager." He couldn't help but think, "If this were the Tianyin Empire, they probably wouldn't need preservation, right?" Hong Qi just shook his empty wallet, "You really know how to spend money..."

After Hong Qi paid the money, the group arranged their accommodations. Due to limited rooms, only two single rooms and one double room were left.

Qinglan said, "Elder Yanhua should have her own room, because children need privacy. Mobei also needs her own room, since she's going home, and she seems used to living alone." She nodded in satisfaction. Hongqi saw through his little scheme and went into her own room, while Mobei stayed behind, determined to argue with him, since she hadn't slept alone in all this time. In the end, she could only compromise and hide in her own room, feeling a bit emo.

Qinglan sat on the bed, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards Yan Fuxue lying down. Yan Fuxue, engrossed in her book, tilted her head slightly, stepping over the pages to meet Qinglan's eyes: "What's wrong?" Qinglan immediately looked away, head down, shaking her head vigorously: "Nothing, nothing." Yan Fuxue resumed reading, casually remarking, "You seem to have something on your mind." Qinglan nervously tried to cover it up: "Uh, well, your dress is quite pretty..." Upon hearing this, Yan Fuxue gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Huh? You're a pervert." Then her voice softened: "But I need to change, so no peeking." Qinglan consciously turned her head away, her eyes fixed on the lamp.

The dim lamplight gradually transformed into the rising sun. As the sun rose in the east, and morning dew clung to the blossoming flowers, the four set off, walking along the grain route, watching the unmanned yet automated grain carts transport grain into the distance—this was the technology of Dongfang Luoxue.

The grain cart rounded the bend, revealing a dazed Qinglan. Qinglan stared at the ruins before him, his eyes wide and unfocused. Yan Fuxue simply held his hand gently; she hadn't expected the author to actually follow the slash.

Qinglan released Yan Fuxue's hand and slowly walked towards a dark room by the river. Qinglan stepped inside, stirring up dust that drifted to a diary burned to half its original size. Qinglan gently picked up the yellowed diary, buried it in the ground, and then, silently, left amidst the dust-covered, dilapidated ruins of that belated family gathering. Rainbow-like hair sprouted from the head that had been holding the diary.

Typhoon Village, Wanxia, ​​Happy Valley, Echo Plain, Guiquye, Ancestral Peak, Boundless Borders, Truth Academy, Heart's Departure, Wings of Hope, Wanglong Port—I have already traveled to all these places, places of such turmoil and wandering, where wanderers return home. Only one place remains to reach my final destination—Huo Min.

They traversed countless corpses lying in the wilderness, soared over layers of icy mountains. Some experiences were amusing, others heartbreaking. But the extreme wailing never ceased; was Huo Min facing a crisis? And where had they not seen tree-dwelling creatures? The colossal collapse accelerated daily; they dared not look back, dared not gaze, only hoping that everything would break through the darkness, and that they could see the starlight shining through the sky.

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