"Uh... you people from the Astral Express are really multi-talented..."

Qingque's mouth hung open as she watched the Abomination of Abundance get curb-stomped by the group, and then glanced at the large door Wende had opened so easily. She spoke with great admiration.

"Hehe, Miss Qingque, please don't be too surprised."

Tingyun nonchalantly went up and kicked the already-cold corpse of the Abomination, then turned to Qingque with an elegant smile.

"There is much more that Benefactor Wende is capable of. Opening a door is a simple matter. If you have the chance, Miss Qingque, you should try Benefactor Wende's massage~ I guarantee it will make you linger and forget to return~"

"Really? In that case, if I have the opportunity, I must give it a try!"

Qingque looked at the well-built Wende and nodded decisively in agreement.

As a qualified slacker, Qingque was very enthusiastic about things that could make her comfortable! Every time she was caught goofing off by the Master Diviner, she would inevitably feel upset. If that was compounded by bad luck at cards, it would be like adding frost to snow! If she could get a good massage at a time like that, it would be fantastic!

"Er..."

March 7th seemed to recall something unpleasant and suddenly shivered. She glanced at Tingyun's body with a slight blush, then at Qingque's petite frame... Could she... could she really withstand Wende's strength?

"Ahem, let's talk about this later when we have time. We'll have to trouble Miss Qingque to continue leading the way for us."

Welt also remembered the scene from last night of the three of them lying in a row, knocked out on the sofa. He awkwardly retracted his cane and reminded Qingque, who had started daydreaming about winning at cards after hearing the word "massage."

"Hmm... oh! Since the door is open, let's go!"

Qingque snapped out of her fantasy. Seeing the group still waiting, she nodded and returned to the front to lead the way.

"March, stop stomping on it. Let's go," Wende said to March, who was getting a little addicted to kicking the body.

"Oh! Coming, coming!"

Readjusting her slightly loose shoes, March and Stelle immediately returned to the group.

"..."

"Hiss, being stomped on by Miss Tingyun, March, and myself... I'm suddenly a little jealous of this monster!"

Kakaya, who had just returned to her stream after mocking Antarctic Bear, looked at the Abomination on the ground and said with great envy.

[Wuwuwuwu! Please! Stomp on me! Stomp me to death!]

[Hello, is it okay if you don't take off your shoes?]

[Tingyun's white boots must be very potent after walking for so long!]

[Hehehe, March's little feet... hehehe, so small, so white, so soft!]

[Ah~ the feeling of being stepped on by Stelle! Ah! I am a trash can! Come ravage me!]

[You dare stomp on me? I'll lick your shoes until they disintegrate!!]

[I'll just suck on them frantically!]

[You guys stop talking, I'm bricked up.]

[No way, small fry~ you're hard already?]

[Hehehe... I want to be clamped to death by Stelle's big white thighs!]

[Hehehe! I want to be put in a powerful thigh cross-lock by Wende! To have him clamp my neck tightly with a scissor-leg choke! To be ravaged by his big hands!]

[This livestream has been banned for sexual content.]

"????"

Kakaya stared blankly at her now-banned stream. What happened? What was going on? How did her stream get banned???

Qingque led the group straight into the inner sanctum of the Divination Commission. Although they encountered some Abominations of Abundance that had somehow infiltrated along the way, with everyone's efforts, the path was quickly cleared.

It was just that... there seemed to have been a small accident during the cleanup.

"Hey, hey, hey! You can't smash that!"

Qingque saw Stelle, baseball bat in hand, eyeing a flowerpot with ill intent, and immediately yelled to stop her.

"Ngh..."

Just as she was about to smash the vase, Stelle's whole body jolted. A feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time once again filled her body.

However, this time, Stelle, whose lightning resistance was already maxed out, only froze for a moment before sheepishly putting away her baseball bat with a slight blush.

"Phew... thank goodness Wende was here. Otherwise, the Express's expenses would have included another vase," March said, letting out a sigh of relief. Fifty percent of their recent activity funds had gone toward dealing with the various vases Stelle had smashed!

"Whew! That's great, that vase is very expensive!" Qingque said, patting her own flat chest, then turned to Stelle with her hands on her hips, looking indignant.

"Miss Qingque, my sincerest apologies. The child is still young and doesn't know any better," Wende said apologetically to Qingque.

"Young?"

Qingque looked at Stelle, who at first glance looked like a cool and mature yujie, and then back at Wende. You call this young?

"Er... actually, what Wende said isn't wrong. Her memory is gone, just like mine. If you really calculate her age from when she got her memories... she might only be a few months old?" March said, rubbing her chin with uncertainty.

"Huh... is that how you calculate it!" Qingque retorted, crossing her arms.

"Forget it, forget it. The vase isn't broken, so let's just hurry and find the Master Diviner!"

Qingque looked around, her gaze settling on one area. She pointed a hand in that direction, then turned to face the group.

"Look, that is the Matrix of Prescience. The Master Diviner should be waiting for us at its center. Let's go quickly! If we're late, the Master Diviner will accuse me of slacking off again!"

Qingque said with a pained expression. She clearly hadn't been slacking off much recently, and she didn't want to be caught and lectured from all sides!

"The Matrix of Prescience? It truly is a stunning sight," Welt remarked with admiration, gazing at the formation in the sky, which could only be described as a marvel.

"Right?... But why is the Matrix turned off today? Aren't you supposed to be interrogating a prisoner?"

Qingque scratched her little head in confusion, but then decided it was better not to think too hard about it. The sooner she brought them back, the sooner she could clock off!

"..."

Fu Xuan looked at the projection of the person before her, and for some reason, suddenly felt a surge of anger.

"Fu Qing? Why are you looking at me with such eyes?" Jing Yuan asked, puzzled by the look of utter disdain in Fu Xuan's eyes.

"General, the Matrix of Prescience is currently shut down, and the Cloud Knights have all been dispatched to protect the people of the Xianzhou. The defenses of my Divination Commission have been reduced to nothing, and I have no available manpower to restore the Matrix... This Seat is busy to this extent, yet the General is so leisurely?"

Fu Xuan gave the book in Jing Yuan's projected hands a cold sneer.

"Sigh, this General is naturally aware of Fu Qing's hard work. And see, the available manpower you wanted, has it not arrived?"

Jing Yuan's projection smiled, looking at the group of people behind Fu Xuan.