Chapter 33

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Chapter 33: Title

Aboard the helicopter bound for Capital City, Leng Xingwen chatted with his companions while his mind wandered elsewhere.

The lingering mystery of the Yin Chai preoccupied him—how could ordinary underworld messengers wield the Book of Life and Death, an artifact known to accompany only underworld judges?

"Leng Xingwen, what consumes your thoughts? I’ve called thrice without response."

Startled from his reverie, Leng Xingwen met Li Canghai’s gaze apologetically. "Forgive me. My thoughts drifted."

"We’re curious about Xiao Tianji," Li Canghai continued, tilting his head. "Your family lineage and sect too, if you’d share."

"Though feel no obligation," he added.

"Having revealed this much, why stop now?" Leng Xingwen arched an eyebrow.

"Aiyah! ‘Brother Leng’ sounds so formal. May I call you Big Brother Leng?" Hu Mei leaned forward, eyes gleaming.

"As you wish."

"Then Big Brother Leng—have your people always dwelled in that secret realm? Are there many?"

Leng Xingwen turned first to Li Canghai, honoring the question’s origin. "Our Leng family maintains blood inheritance, while the sect selects disciples by character and destiny. Few inhabit the secret realm."

"Even among bloodlines, Tier One practitioners remain scarce through generations. Sects typically choose single successors before their predecessors’ lifespans end."

"The secret realm’s workings…" He paused, weighing complexity against brevity. "Defy simple explanation."

"Xiao Tianji entered our realm six centuries past," he continued, "brought by Tiangong Palace elders during the last portal opening."

"Six hundred years?" Hu Mei’s eyes widened. "Then you must also—"

"No." Leng Xingwen’s denial came swift. "Though my contemporary, Xiao Tianji surpasses me in both cultivation and years. My addressing him as equal stems solely from my position as Leng family’s heir—otherwise, I’d name him Elder."

"Do all practitioners live so long?" Taoist Priest Chen interjected, stroking his beard.

"At 163 years, I approach tier two practitioners’ 200-year lifespan." A wry smile twisted Leng Xingwen’s lips as his companions gaped—their expectations of centuries-old sages crumbling.

"But you mentioned two centuries without seeing Xiao Tianji?" Hu Mei’s brows knitted.

"The flawed secret realm cannot sustain cultivation beyond tier two," Leng Xingwen explained. "We employ frost-sealing techniques in glacial pools to slow time’s march. Xiao Tianji spent six centuries frozen, being tier three."

"My own three hundred years hold less than 160 conscious." He spread his hands at their astonished faces. "Xiao Tianji alone achieved tier three within the realm. Had our world permitted daily cultivation at that level, his prowess would dwarf current heights."

"I met him only at my coming-of-age rites when he briefly emerged as Tiangong Palace’s Xiao Tianji. The title defines him—none know his birth name."

"Xiao Tianji is… a title?" Li Canghai’s finger tapped his chin.

"Indeed." Leng Xingwen nodded. "Bestowed upon arrival, it erased his former identity. What the elders took from the outer world was not a man, but a living legacy."

Leng Xingwen had not met Xiao Tianji frequently, yet their peer status and the confined nature of the secret realm fostered camaraderie among their generation. During their Awakening periods, these young cultivators gradually formed friendships through intermittent gatherings.

…

The helicopter swiftly reached the Capital City. Though Liang An had been waiting restlessly at the Special Bureau since dawn, he couldn’t immediately meet the centuries-old guest.

Leng Xingwen had been escorted to the director’s office, leaving Liang An to review Taoist Priest Chen’s audio recordings during the interim.

Yan Hua studied the striking youth before him. A person’s essence couldn’t be easily falsified – his initial apprehensions eased considerably upon witnessing Leng Xingwen’s composed bearing.

The recent scandal involving the rogue extraordinary individual retrieved by the Ghost in Red had sparked widespread online discourse despite containment efforts. As public enthusiasm over the Awakening of Spiritual Energy waned, ordinary people grew increasingly anxious about facing such overwhelmingly powerful beings.

When reports surfaced of Chen Qingfeng’s team encountering this formidable ancient cultivator during operations, Yan Hua had braced for another uncontrollable entity like the Ghost in Red. The reality proved more complex – this composed figure might surpass all Special Bureau operatives in capability, rendering modern weaponry essential for potential containment.

"Young Master Leng," Yan Hua inclined his head with measured courtesy, gesturing to an adjacent seat. "I am Director Yan Hua of the Special Bureau."

The ancient cultivator’s fan traced an elegant arc as he settled. "Leng Xingwen. Your subordinates have presumably briefed you." A faint smile lingered at his lips.

"Our invitation bears no ill intent. We simply seek clarification on certain matters."

"Perceptible." The fan stilled. Leng Xingwen’s gaze sharpened, detecting wariness rather than hostility – an understandable precaution given his sudden materialization in this era.

Yan Hua leaned forward, dispensing with formalities. "Taoist Priest Chen mentioned you possess crucial information. Elaborate."

All traces of amusement vanished from the ancient’s countenance. "Before disclosure, I require confirmation of your authority to enact decisions, Director."

Yan Hua’s response came swift and sure. "All matters pertaining to extraordinary affairs fall within my purview."

The sudden tension dissolved as Leng Xingwen’s laughter rang clear, fan fluttering like a white-winged bird. "Then half my purpose here is achieved."

Before Yan Hua could process this shift, the cultivator’s next words froze the air: "What knowledge do you possess regarding the Tomb of the First Emperor?"

Yan Hua blinked. The Qin Shi Huang mausoleum’s existence was common knowledge, its Terracotta Army remnants displayed in museums nationwide. "Every Zhongxia citizen knows of it. State your point."

Leng Xingwen’s fan snapped shut against his palm. "You’ve desecrated the imperial sepulcher?"

"Merely preserved accidentally exposed burial pits," Yan Hua countered, observing the ancient’s uncharacteristic agitation. "The main tomb remains undisturbed."

Yan Hua now fully believed the man before him hailed from ancient times. Modern folk understood the Tomb of the First Emperor was both forbidden and impossible to excavate—this legendary resting place of the Ancestral Dragon and convergence point of dragon veins would condemn any trespasser to eternal infamy.

"Good you didn’t dig. I’d question your survival otherwise," Leng Xingwen exhaled in relief, his smile reappearing.

"My request is simple. Enter the First Emperor’s tomb to retrieve both the Imperial Seal crafted from the He Shi Bi jade and the Mu Gong Zhen Qin sword."

Yan Hua spat his water directly toward Leng Xingwen’s face.

The scholar flicked his wrist, fan redirecting the droplets with practiced ease. "Director Yan appears… startled?"

Disregarding his disheveled state, Yan Hua fixed the man with a stormy gaze while Leng Xingwen maintained unflappable composure.

"Startled? Do you comprehend your own words?" Yan Hua’s restraint fractured when addressing the tomb’s desecration.

Observing the director’s thunderous expression, Leng Xingwen waited calmly before responding. "Since the Awakening of Spiritual Energy days ago, these forces have converged upon Kunlun Mountain, permeating the dragon veins. Do you grasp the implications, Director?"

Yan Hua stiffened.

"In his era," Leng Xingwen continued, "the First Emperor conscripted Practitioners to reroute dozens of dragon veins, concentrating scattered Spiritual Energy until they converged at Mount Li."

"That mountain became his tomb. Coffined within dragon veins’ nourishing energy…"

"…after five millennia, the body undergoes transformation into a dragon."

Yan Hua’s arguments died unspoken. Ghosts and Spiritual Energy had already shattered his worldview. As Special Bureau director confronting daily absurdities, this twisted logic held grim coherence.

His reality fractured completely.

"Post-intervention, global Spiritual Energy plummeted over 60%. My clan’s surviving sects retreated to secret realms then."

"We assumed stabilization, yet six centuries past Qin Dynasty levels dropped another 20%—heralding end-time’s arrival within a century."

"Unexpectedly, the Ming Dynasty’s rise accelerated it. Their Practitioner Liu Bowen severed Jiuzhou’s dragon veins for imperial permanence."

Yan Hua choked. "Liu Bowen’s dragon-slaying—actual history? And successful?"

"Why no intervention?"

"Tiangong Palace’s divinations deemed it irreversible destiny."

"Practitioners trusting fortunetellers?" Yan Hua’s cheek twitched.

"Certain souls commune with heaven’s will. Defying their visions brings ruin."

"Focus," Leng Xingwen redirected. "Post-Awakening, cosmic rule power should’ve restored displaced dragon veins. Yet Xiao Tianji warns Jiuzhou’s severed veins now clash with Spiritual Veins—chaos brews."

"Without remedy, this endangers Practitioners and ordinary folk alike."

"Proof?" Yan Hua challenged. "Why tomb-breaking?"

"The First Emperor’s relics alone can mend his meddling. The Seal realigns veins; the sword stabilizes Jiuzhou’s earthly energies. Spiritual Energy’s resurgence grows daily—soon millions will feel its disruptions."

"Evidence. Now." Yan Hua demanded through gritted teeth.

This matter far exceeded the authority of a single Special Bureau director. Without concrete evidence from Leng Xingwen, blind trust was impossible.

Leng Xingwen fell silent. Were it not for requiring the benevolent fortune and national fortune accumulated by this mortal dynasty, they’d have avoided this entanglement altogether.

Accessing the Tomb of the First Emperor posed little challenge, yet Zhongxia’s current ruler’s consent remained crucial for channeling these energies.

"Xiao Tianji doesn’t deceive."

"And?" Yan Hua prompted, perplexed.

"Having him post confirmation on Weibo should suffice," Leng Xingwen proposed after contemplative pause.

"Out of the question!"

Yan Hua waved dismissively. "Haven’t we had enough turmoil stirred by Xiao Tianji?" He massaged his temples wearily.

"I’ll review the proposal."

"We’ve two days at most," Leng Xingwen countered, tension creasing his brow. Further delay risked catastrophe.

"You’ll have my decision by then."

"Your consideration honors me, Director Yan." Leng Xingwen rose with ceremonial bow. "Unmended dragon veins and disordered earth currents will devastate Jiuzhou’s Practitioners. This demands urgent resolution."

Yan Hua sighed internally. The young master’s courteous composure offered no opening for rebuttal. How does one counter reason wrapped in jade-like propriety?

"Thorough evaluation will be made," he conceded, accompanying Leng Xingwen to the exit.

*

"Young Master Leng." Chen Qingfeng emerged from morning shadows.

"Taoist Priest Chen." The cultivator inclined his head, having long sensed the waiting presence. "What service might I render?"

"A mutual acquaintance seeks… specialized assistance."

Leng Xingwen’s lips curved. "My aid comes selectively, yet simple favors sometimes prove intriguing." His recent intervention in the ghost realm affair proved this philosophy.

"Shall we confer en route?"

"By all means."

As they walked, Chen Qingfeng hesitantly outlined the request.

"Cultivation technique compilation? My expertise lies elsewhere. Though…" Leng Xingwen tapped his fan thoughtfully, "I could provide reference materials and assist with trials. Mostly low-tier manuals, I’m afraid."

Chen Qingfeng nearly stumbled. Sixteen techniques comprised their entire archive, yet this noble spoke of "reference materials" like discussing tea varieties!

"Brother Leng," he ventured, changing subjects, "I overheard… discussions with Director Yan. His bark outweighs his bite, you understand."

"Water off a crane’s wings," Leng Xingwen chuckled, serenity unshaken.

Next dawn found Ghost in Red drifting toward the training room, drawn by concern for Bai Ye – her sole anchor in this bureaucratic web.

Amidst the sparring crowd, Leng Xingwen’s aura shone like moonlit steel, commanding involuntary attention.

"Red-clad Senior, you’ve returned," Bai Ye called out as he hurried over.

"This is…" Ghost in Red turned her gaze to Leng Xingwen.

"I’m Leng Xingwen. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Ghost in Red," the man replied with an easy smile, stepping forward.

"Leng Xingwen… The subject of Xiao Tianji’s verse." Her forehead creased slightly as she studied him.

"The very same. Having heard numerous accounts of your exploits, I thought we might benefit from becoming acquainted." A faint smirk played at the corner of Leng Xingwen’s lips.

"You possess considerable strength."

Leng Xingwen inclined his head. "The true marvel lies before me – attaining Soul Condensing Realm amidst such worldly chaos."

Bai Ye shifted awkwardly nearby, the growing sense of exclusion weighing on him. The esoteric cultivation terms flying between the two might as well have been ancient runes for all he understood.

…

Third-floor Screening Office.

"Must we endure this spectacle much longer?" Yang Xingyu groaned, collapsing face-first onto the desk. "This isn’t living! I’d rather take Bai Ye’s beatings – at least those wounds heal faster than my eyes recover from this garbage."

Beside him, newly transferred colleague Xu Li peered through splayed fingers at the alleged spirit possession ritual unfolding before them.

"Xu Li, make sense of this?" Yang Xingyu tilted his head toward the other man.

In response, Xu Li brandished a placard bearing a crimson X. Yang Xingyu jolted upright, hastily mirroring the gesture with his own rejection sign.

Security personnel swiftly escorted the fraudulent medium away – another countryside charlatan exposed, now bound for prosecution.

Since the Awakening of Spiritual Energy, Zhongxia found itself besieged by supernatural charlatans. The government adopted ruthless measures: genuine talents received recognition, while imposters faced exemplary punishment to deter those peddling fake cultivation techniques or manufactured miracles.

The next applicant entered under guard.

"Demonstrate your claimed abilities," Xu Li commanded, scrutinizing the trembling young man who showed no obvious supernatural markers.

"File says ‘medium’ – Western term for our local spirit handlers," Yang Xingyu muttered, flipping through documents. "Mostly fakes this week. Only two real cases: one maternal infanticide haunting, another rescue-operation ghost attachment."

The suspect squeezed his eyes shut, mumbling incantations until his demeanor abruptly shifted. "Mere mortals dare stand before me? Prostrate yourselves!"

Yang Xingyu’s questioning glance met Xu Li’s indifferent shrug as the latter raised a green-circled approval board. "Competent actor. Clean record?"

"Spotless. Your call stands."

Xu Li suppressed a sigh. Not even a wisp of ghostly presence – yet they’d approve this performance? Still, the applicant’s request for Special Bureau enrollment warranted redirecting to Division 1 for basic training.

"Brother Yang," Xu Li leaned back, stretching stiff limbs, "since we’re just spectators here, how about swapping stories? As the new recruit, I’ve barely met half the Bureau’s personnel."

"Then let’s chat," Yang Xingyu shrugged.

"By the way, why did you choose to join the Special Bureau anyway? With all these rules, what’s so appealing about it?" Though his tone carried complaint, the work itself remained leisurely – their pursuit of strength being a conscious choice rather than obligation.

"Because of the Ghost in Red."

"Ah, Senior Ghost in Red? I nearly forgot you got recruited through that whole damsel-in-distress scenario with her." Yang Xingyu chuckled, eyes crinkling. "Talk about fortunate timing."

"I’d say so myself." Xu Li grinned, rubbing the nape of his neck.

"Speaking of which," Yang Xingyu leaned back, "I’d kill to visit Fusang’s divine festival. Wonder if I can swing a leave. The atmosphere must be incredible."

News of the sacred event had saturated Zhongxia’s media for days – hardly surprising given their neighboring status.

"Unless you sprout wings overnight." Xu Li’s laughter echoed through the room.

"Every flight’s booked solid through next week. No chance of snagging tickets now."

Their banter continued as they observed incoming recruits’ performances, holding up scorecards like judges at some supernatural talent show.

The door burst open with sudden energy.

"Brother Yang!"

Hu Mei bounded in, her suspenders contrasting with the fluid sway of twin fox tails. At an age barely older than Hui Xin, she resembled an eager younger sister to Yang Xingyu, who immediately produced soda and chips from his drawer.

"Here for fun?" he asked, sliding the snacks across. "Or is there actual business?"

"Both!" Her eyes sparkled as she caught the chips mid-air. "Came to share great news!"

Among their group, Hu Mei maintained the lightest schedule – a minor still prioritizing online academic courses between Bureau activities.

Xu Li leaned forward. "Don’t keep us guessing."

"Senior Ghost in Red returned! Everyone’s throwing a welcome banquet for Brother Leng tonight in the cafeteria now that the team’s complete!"

"Who’s attending?" Yang Xingyu absently scratched behind Hu Mei’s vulpine ears, marveling at their velvety texture. The forbidden tail twitched nearby, tempting but off-limits.

"All our regulars – Lin Jing, Chief Liang. Brother Cui’s team can’t make it due to field operations." She crunched a chip, tails fanning the air like semaphore flags.

"What’s this Young Master Leng look like anyway?" Yang Xingyu’s curiosity peaked after yesterday’s marathon paperwork session kept him office-bound.

"Dreamy."

"Dreamier than your favorite Brother Yang?" He struck a mock-heroic pose.

"On par with Daoist Priest Li." Her tails did a playful spin. "But warmer – actually explained cultivation techniques without getting annoyed! Says I’ll become a true celestial fox after purifying my bloodline."

Yang Xingyu blinked. One day buried in reports, and the world shifted beneath him.

"Celestial fox being…?"

"My ancestral lineage, apparently. Brother Leng says surviving records about spirit cultivators are scarce, especially our kind."

"Let me help review these." Hu Mei clapped chip-dust from her hands. "Brother Leng taught me to channel spiritual energy into my vision – lets me see hidden things normal eyes miss."

Elsewhere, sunlight streamed through research lab windows as Leng Xingwen turned from the view.

"May I ask your reason for staying here?" His gaze fell on the crimson-clad figure engrossed in her phone.

"Nowhere else to go. My contractor’s here."

"A partial truth." The Ghost in Red didn’t glance up. "I haven’t formally joined. Remaining in the mortal realm instead of returning below… let’s say I’ve my own purposes."

Leng Xingwen’s newly acquired phone felt alien in his hand – though he’d mastered the device’s mechanics this afternoon, it couldn’t compete with his companion’s digital obsession.

The phone assigned to him by the Special Bureau had remained untouched since its initial activation for exchanging contact numbers with a few colleagues.

Leng Xingwen inquired, "What about Xiao Tianji? His profile appeared on the Spiritual Network."

The Ghost in Red answered flatly, "He never joined."

"But the Spiritual Network listing—"

"A placeholder." Her crimson sleeves rippled dismissively. "With Spiritual Energy’s recent Awakening, the Bureau lacks qualified candidates. They took liberties by uploading Xiao Tianji’s information without consent."

The Bureau’s gamble stemmed from technicalities—Xiao Tianji technically qualified as a Zhongxia extraordinary individual. This opportunistic move allowed plausible deniability; even if provoked, the reclusive netizen likely wouldn’t retaliate severely. Secretly, they hoped this might lure him into communication.

Their scheme proved futile. The enigmatic figure merely posted a solitary verse after his data went public, demonstrating utter indifference.

That evening,

Cafeteria tables merged into banquet-length formations for the belated welcome buffet. Though these extraordinary guests warranted grander venues, discretion necessitated using the Bureau’s dining hall. The spread defied expectations—exotic delicacies from land, sea, and air, all funded through the director’s discretionary budget.

Hu Mei’s delicate fingers brushed a wine decanter. "This aroma—"

"Juice for minors." Yang Xingyu intercepted with a chuckle, pressing a tumbler of citrus drink into her palm before approaching Bai Ye. "How’s your progress?"

"Young Master Leng’s guidance proved transformative." Bai Ye nodded toward the silver-haired aristocrat sipping wine with feline grace.

"Universal praise? I’ll need his tutelage too." Yang Xingyu grimaced. Though the Crimson Fruit’s power had elevated him, he floundered while others advanced. His current martial arts training with national masters felt like fumbling in fog.

"You missed brilliance today—Young Master Leng crossed blades with Taoist Priest Chen." Bai Ye’s eyes sparkled.

"Footage?" Yang Xingyu leaned forward.

"Training room monitoring." The reply came with a shrug. "Consult Chief Liang."

Yang Xingyu groaned. "Division 5’s flooded us with charlatans. Endless verification shifts—I’m crumbling under paperwork."

"Timeline?"

"Five days… if recruitment stops." A bitter laugh escaped him. "Which it won’t. Has Division 6’s spiritual energy detector left prototype stage?"

The Bureau’s recruitment waves revealed a harsh truth—most awakened ordinary people lacked proper cultivation techniques. Division 1’s boot camp enforced body and will conditioning alongside patriotic education, aiming not for excellence but basic societal stability.

Nationwide cultivation initiatives prioritized ideological correctness. Though Ghost in Red warned Tier One attainment might take decades, statistical inevitability drove policy—with billions, exceptional talents would emerge. Better to channel than contain them.

"Endure," Bai Ye murmured.

Lin Jing materialized beside the brooding Liang An. "Solitude suits you ill." His gaze swept the lively hall. "Join them."

"I’m exhausted," Liang An muttered, massaging his temples.

"What’s your take on Leng Xingwen?" Lin Jing inquired.

"He can be trusted. He harbors no ill intentions toward us," Liang An lowered his gaze thoughtfully. "Our interests don’t clash – cooperation would benefit both sides."

"They’re not the type to join the Special Bureau," Lin Jing observed. Even the Ghost in Red only maintains nominal membership, and only Bai Ye’s involvement secured that much.

Though Leng Xingwen showed no outward arrogance, Lin Jing sensed the Practitioner’s unyielding pride beneath the surface.

"Cooperation suffices. Membership? Expecting all Practitioners to enlist? Impossible," Liang An stated matter-of-factly.

"Merely a passing remark," Lin Jing shrugged.

"Typical Analysis Department overcomplicating things," Liang An snorted.

"Comprehensive Section 5’s operations have stalled recently – roadblocks everywhere despite reinforcements. Can’t blame them for guarding their cultivation techniques," Lin Jing shifted topics.

"Explains Tang Tong’s prolonged absence."

"Still negotiating terms."

"Come, Chief Liang – drinks await."

Most colleagues showed restraint the next workday, except those leveraging their cultivation to outdrink others.

Yang Xingyu slipped into his office before dawn. When his phone chimed, he sprang up addressing Xu Li:

"Cover my shift! Emergency!"

"What kind of…" Xu Li’s question met empty air as the door sighed shut behind the vanishing man.

Knuckles rapped Lin Jing’s office door at first light.

"Young man barging in at this hour?" Lin Jing yawned while opening.

"Tell me this is real!" Yang Xingyu thrust his phone screen against Lin Jing’s nose.

"Ah, the divine festival invitations? Fusang sent three observation passes." Lin Jing collapsed onto his sofa, observing the twitchy fire-user. "This warranted dawn patrol?"

"I must attend!" Yang Xingyu vibrated before him.

"Aren’t you on screening duty?" Lin Jing rubbed ears ringing from the outburst.

"Xu Li’s covering two shifts! Already cleared!"

"Feasible, I suppose."

Lin Jing considered Yang Xingyu’s Tier Three status – ordinary water couldn’t quench his mystical flames, making him combat-worthy despite limitations. Retrieving gilt invitations from his desk, he froze as the door burst open.

A tracksuited teen tornadoed in, zeroing on Lin Jing: "Big brother! Take me to the festival!"

"Shouldn’t you be studying?" Yang Xingyu flicked Hu Mei’s forehead. "Or planning another streaming stunt?"

"You’re going too!" the boy retorted, rubbing his brow.

"Three invitations means three attendees," Lin Jing conceded, eyeing Hu Mei sternly. "Keep your live stream respectable."

Clutching her prize, Hu Mei chirped: "I’ll be perfectly professional!"

Lin Jing examined the remaining invitation. "I’ll consult Li Canghai’s availability. You’ll follow his lead abroad."

The composed Practitioner’s superior strength and reliability outweighed this excitable duo’s combined antics.

At noon preceding the 8 AM ceremony, the trio departed with Li Canghai anchoring their group.

"Your ‘costume change’ involved this?!" Yang Xingyu recoiled from Hu Mei’s palace outfit spectacle.

The half-demon’s androgynous features blurred gender lines – delicate makeup and illusion-concealed Adam’s apple creating startling femininity. "This’ll catfish Tokyo’s entire male population!"

Hu Mei adjusted streaming equipment in their chartered jet’s center seat. "Promised viewers traditional attire," she shrugged, innate fox tribe illusions enhancing her voice’s melodic lilt. Yang Xingyu wondered if cross-dressing came naturally to all fox descendants.

As the LIVE button activated fifteen minutes pre-takeoff, comments flooded in:

[FIRST! Palace princess acquired!]

[Ancient beauty rebooted! MARRY ME!]

[Poetry-inspiring grace! (⌒▽⌒)☆]

[Why’s a guy prettier than me?! Gf application here!]

[Straight dude seeking Mei-tier waifu (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)]

[Plane interior? Fusang-bound?]

[PERMANENT CROSSDRESS PLZ! Girlmode supremacy!! (^∇^)]

Hu Mei’s crescent-moon smile greeted the frenzy: "Welcome to my divine adventure!"