Seeing her eyes redden instantly and her little hands nervously clutching herself, Miyano made a soothing sound.

"Don't worry, he's fine."

He only breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief when Ruan Xianxian loosened her grip.

If it were someone else, their red eyes and small hands holding someone else's big hand might look pitiful, but his Xianxian had a lot of strength and almost broke his hand bones with that one squeeze.

Miyano subtly withdrew his hand and gently patted her from behind.

"Don't worry, the times are different. If they were put together, in terms of sheer force, Houzakura might not have been able to defeat the shaman when he was alive, let alone after he died."

His descendants were too weak, and could only withstand a limited amount of the power belonging to their ancestors. He merely exhausted the wisp of power he had brought with him, and it didn't disappear.

Upon hearing this, Ruan Xianxian's heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, finally settled down. No matter where he returned to, as long as he was still there, that was good!

Miyano continues.

It turned out that after that day, the old shaman had blocked most of the power of Sakura Town, leaving only a small portion of its power, which was not a threat.

Of course, the only ones truly affected by that power, besides Ruan Xianxian who was greatly shaken and disturbed by the music, were the thousands of dwarf soldiers on the island.

Bleeding from all seven orifices, his death was gruesome.

Everyone in Bureau 749 suffered injuries of varying degrees, but even those trapped in the illusion managed to break free in a very short time.

The real crisis comes from Elder Kukiku, a group of truly reclusive old men who are closely pursuing the power of Housaku Town.

After Ruan Xianxian fell into a coma that day, the two sides met face to face and engaged in a fierce battle.

With 749 games featuring top-tier players, the battle between the two sides was so intense that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was a chaotic and fierce contest.

Just as the Chinese side, weakened and injured from both sides, was at a disadvantage, nine sky-covering water dragons descended from the heavens at the crucial moment.

They slammed the Japanese Onmyoji into the sea.

The battle was won almost effortlessly.

"The mysterious person who helped us never showed up until the very end."

As if realizing something, Ruan Xianxian gripped Gong Ye's sleeve tightly. He glanced at the wrist bone being held and remained silent.

"Before the water dragon appeared, did you hear a huge rumbling sound similar to the bellowing of a cow?"

Miyano smiled and nodded, "Yes."

Ruan Xianxian looked up, as if trying to see the sky through the hole, and muttered, "You said you wouldn't come, but you still came in the end."

Miyano tightened his arms around her, gently pinching her chin with two fingers to make her lower her head, so that she could only see him, and asked softly, "Who is he?"

Browsing down, she crashed into a bottomless abyss of darkness. Ruan Xianxian clicked her tongue, raised an eyebrow, and chuckled, "Would you believe me if I said I was the Third Prince of the Dragon King?"

Miyano: "White Dragon Horse?"

"Pfft! Hahaha!" Ruan Xianxian burst into laughter. She remembered the first time she saw that dragon deep in Changbai Mountain. She asked him cautiously and excitedly if he was the Third Prince.

The dragon's eyes held disdain, and the disheveled state of being blown away in a single breath.

Afterwards, the white-tailed eagle sent a message saying that their leader had gone mad and had all the beasts call him "Prince"!

Ruan Xianxian thought that the mysterious, majestic, and inviolable true overlord of Changbai Mountain didn't like her, but she didn't expect him to come to her aid without saying a word.

No wonder Aunt Xue was so confident that this trip would be a success.

Both the Green Ox and the White-browed Tiger with Hanging Eyes can be called great demons, but there are only three that can be called overlords deep in Changbai Mountain.

The dragon is one of them.

Miyano hummed in agreement. "He killed nine elder-level Onmyoji. We are currently being hunted down in the Pacific by a joint aircraft carrier strike group from the island nation and the United States."

"What a mess!" Ruan Xianxian clicked her tongue and sat up straight from Gong Ye's arms. "Talking about this will make me feel better. What's the situation outside?"

Miyano raised her hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. "Old Ye is currently leading his men in circles at sea, waiting for his wounded to recover."

And the great demon you brought—without you, they're like wild horses, refusing to listen to anyone."

"Oh, right!" he paused and added, "Today is the third day you've been in a coma."

On the third day, not counting the entire day they spent together, that is to say, she was unconscious for two and a half days.

Ruan Xianxian got up, and Gong Ye asked her where she was going.

She turned around and smiled sweetly, "Of course, we're going to wake everyone up and stir up trouble while the island's internal strife hasn't subsided!"

As she walked towards the cave entrance, Ruan Xianxian bumped into an air wall with a loud "Duang," as if she had hit a piece of soft jelly that would bounce back.

She reached out and touched it curiously, asking, "What is this?"

As her spirit was touched by her lover, Miyano's breathing became a little rapid. He embraced her from behind, his voice carrying a low, sorrowful tone.

"This time, you won't leave before me, right?"

For some reason, when she asked that question, Ruan Xianxian felt a sudden pain in her heart.

An image of a bright yellow figure kneeling on one knee, holding a dead corpse, flashed through my mind.

His face bore an expression of utter despair. He didn't cry, though flames roared behind him, and his expression was more heartbreaking than any tears could shed.

The little boy in the space cursed and swore, as the seals piled up one after another, and he was about to cry, "Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it, ancestor!"

If you want to die peacefully in your sleep, please don't even think about it.

Ruan Xianxian shook her head, no longer wanting to think about it.

She turned around, hugged the man, and lifted his chin. "There's no such thing as first or last. No matter where I go, you'll always find me, won't you?"

Then, changing the subject, he said, "But I promise I won't leave you alone this time."

She's not stupid; she has her own ideas. Seeing how tense the system is, she knows it's not time to verify them yet.

The man gently closed his eyes, suppressing the myriad emotions within them. With a wave of his hand, the transparent barrier shattered, and the salty, fishy spring breeze blew into the cave.

Gazing at the starry sky, neither of them spoke.

Their hands slowly came together. "Let's go."

Bureau 749 provided support several times before and after, and dispatched more than 100 people in total for this mission.

Eighteen people, including Ruan Xianxian, became conspicuous bags due to the influence of the power of Houying Town.

They lay in twos and threes inside the huge cave.

Some people looked pained, while others laughed like complete idiots.

Ruan Xianxian beckoned, "[All of you, bring the Cleansing Charm.]"

She felt that there was no need to hide anything about the system and the space from Miyano now; he seemed to understand her better than she understood herself.

Sure enough, when a stack of talismans appeared out of thin air in his hand, Miyano showed no surprise at all, his eyes displaying an expression that said, "This is how it should be."

Without her having to do it herself, Miyano waved her hand, and the yellow talismans flew like arrows with a whooshing sound to the top of everyone's heads, sticking to the foreheads of the various superpowered individuals who were either crying or laughing.

Seeing this, Ruan Xianxian raised an eyebrow. "Even if I don't take action, you have a way to wake people up, right?"

Miyano hummed in agreement, his eyes like an ancient well, revealing no emotion.

He thought she might remember something just like him...

He thought that the two of them would have a lot to talk about, or that she might not like or be able to accept herself as she is now, and that the two of them would have an argument.

“I said.” The old shaman, who was the first to wake up, looked in this direction.

"Is there anything to eat? I feel completely drained, like I've been starving for ten thousand years. Did my ancestors use this old body of mine to hire prostitutes?"