Chapter 1178: Xialala from a Century Ago
1183. Chapter 1178: Xialala from a Century Ago (Combined Chapter)
Xialala! It saw Xialala!
Qiao Sang first froze in shock, then practically vibrated with joy, hardly daring to believe her eyes. She called out loudly,
“Xialala! That meichouni is actually really Xialala!”
At first, she’d only entertained the possibility with skepticism. After all, Mingzhou was vast, and that meichouni hadn’t changed at all after losing its Enduring Flower. Yet, against all odds, it really was Xialala.
“Qingqing.”
Qingbao called out, correcting her.
Not that meichouni, the flower it bought was Xialala.
A flower? Qiao Sang blinked again, then clarified,
“Qingbao says the meichouni isn’t Xialala, but the flower it bought at the shop is.”
They found it that easily? Migala looked astonished.
Even knowing Xialala was in Mingzhou during this time period, finding it this quickly seemed absurd.
This was Xialala—a creature so unique that Flame Sky Star might only have one of its kind.
Who’d have thought, barely arriving a century ago, they’d bump into it during the time it took someone to run errands?
Is this normal?
“Xiaxia…”
As these thoughts flickered, Xialala heard the conversation. It recalled the flower in the meichouni’s pot, paused, then wriggled its limbs, attempting to transform.
Migala, hearing the movement, turned to look at Xialala.
The absurdity she’d felt earlier instantly made sense.
Her student had once brought back a Xialala as a prize during a trip. Now, visiting a century ago and running into Xialala didn’t seem impossible at all.
Migala focused, her expression turning grave. She asked,
“Can you remember the location?”
“Qingqing.”
Qingbao nodded.
“No time to lose. Let’s go now.” Migala wasted no time, saying firmly.
“Qingbao, lead the way.” Qiao Sang followed immediately.
“Qingqing.”
Qingbao drifted toward the window.
Qiao Sang exchanged a glance with Fangy.
Fangy instantly jumped outside, its body slowly enlarging.
Lulu wordlessly hopped into the backpack.
“Tingbao, you stay here.” Qiao Sang said, then slung the backpack, cradled Xialala—who was still stubbornly trying to transform into a flower—and leapt from the window onto Fangy’s back.
Migala stepped onto the empty air, walking forward.
Pengamei followed.
Soon, the room was left with only Tingbao, Dragon King, and Yuan Bing jellyfish.
“Tingting…”
Though Tingbao had meant to stay, seeing its Beastmaster leave so easily stirred a strange loneliness.
Dragon King picked its nose and turned on the TV.
“Tingting?”
Tingbao asked hesitantly.
Aren’t you going?
“Momo.”
Dragon King glanced at it, grunting, as if to say, What’s the point of you tagging along?
“Tingting…”
Tingbao pondered.
Could it be that its Beastmaster also thought the same—what’s the point of you coming—and that’s why it was told to stay?
Tingbao mused silently, slowly inching toward Yuan Bing jellyfish in the corner.
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High above.
“Ya Ya?”
Fangy looked puzzled, calling out.
Aren’t we looking for Li Ou Yasi? Why are we chasing Xialala now?
Qiao Sang: “….”
“Xunxun~”
Before Qiao Sang could answer, Treasure Seeker gave a knowing look and chirped.
Xialala from a century ago knows Li Ou Yasi. So finding Xialala means finding Li Ou Yasi.
Still, Treasure Seeker’s sharp mind is impressive… Qiao Sang mused.
“Steel Chief.”
Steel Treasure responded in her mind.
Isn’t this obvious to everyone?
Qiao Sang: “….”
“Ya Ya!”
Fangy suddenly looked enlightened, perking up with a loud cry.
Fifth One, hurry up! Don’t let Xialala slip away!
“Qingqing!”
Qingbao replied from the front, accelerating.
It had grown numb to the title “Fifth One.”
Migala suddenly spoke, “Xialala from a century ago has an extremely high Level. To ask it to contact Li Ou Yasi, we can only rely on Xialala from a hundred years later to negotiate.”
Pausing, she added,
“Ask Xialala if it’s willing to help.”
After days together, she knew for certain—Xialala listened to Qiao Sang far more than to her.
“Xiaxia.”
Before Qiao Sang could speak, Xialala nodded first, its expression serious.
“I’m willing.”
Xialala… Qiao Sang and Migala felt a warm swell in their hearts.
Before long, Qingbao halted at a dilapidated low-rise building, pointing at the first floor, calling out,
“Qingqing.”
This is the place.
Xialala lives here… Qiao Sang jumped from Fangy’s back, surprised.
Fangy shrunk in size, landing on the ground.
“Should we knock directly?” Qiao Sang turned to Teacher Mikara, asking.
Migala hesitated, then looked at Xialala.
Without a word, Xialala understood her intent.
It floated to the door Qingbao had pointed at, raising its claws.
But before it could knock, the door opened.
“Meimei.”
Meichouni stood at the door, glancing at Xialala in its Freshbloom form, stepping aside with a call: “Come in.”
Xialala hesitated, then turned to Qiao Sang, crying out:
“Xiaxia.”
Steel Treasure hadn’t even translated in its mind when Meichouni turned and called out, indicating they could all enter.
Then, it ushered Xialala inside.
Qiao Sang and Migala exchanged glances, stepping into the room one after another.
“Ya Ya?”
Fangy shut the door and immediately scanned the living room, impatiently asking, “Where’s Xialala?”
Fangy, you’re too obvious… Qiao Sang sighed inwardly.
“Xunxun…”
Treasure Seeker floated beside a pot of fresh flowers, silently pointing and vibrating, It’s this one! It’s this one!
Fifth One said the flower the meichouni bought was Xialala, and it still remembered the flower’s appearance.
Qiao Sang glanced, pretending not to understand Treasure Seeker’s lip movements.
“Meimei.”
Meichouni pointed at the sofa.
They thanked it and sat down, Qiao Sang and Migala in turn.
“Meimei?”
Meichouni called out, asking, What do you need me for?
“Steel Chief.”
Steel Treasure translated in its mind.
“Xiaxia.”
Before Qiao Sang could speak, Xialala looked at Meichouni, its expression serious.
I want to find my past self from a century ago.
“Meimei?”
Meichouni looked confused.
Past self from a century ago?
“Xiaxia.”
Xialala nodded.
Seeing Xialala conversing with Meichouni, Qiao Sang and Migala wisely stayed silent.
“Meimei?”
Frowning, Meichouni called out.
“Xiaxia.”
Xialala cried out, then plucked its Enduring Flower from its head.
Instantly, its body slowly transformed, turning pale green with a golden bud circling its neck—the original form.
“Rerili…”
Re Li Luoka gaped, even forgetting to change its voice.
Originally thinking Xialala had misjudged, it turned out there really was another Xialala in this world…
Could it be true, as it said, that it’s Xialala from a hundred years later?
But… Re Li Luoka looked at the bud color on Xialala’s neck, its expression darkening.
All golden buds—that’s the color unique to Xialala’s Initial Form.
Re Li? Isn’t it Meichouni? Qiao Sang hesitated for a moment.
At the same time, a plant in a flowerpot two meters away from Treasure Seeker suddenly stretched its branches into arm-like limbs, yanked its stem from the soil, leaped out of the pot, and transformed into Xialala’s form.
“Xunxun…”
Treasure Seeker, who had been frantically gesturing toward the flowerpot at their own Beastmaster, froze in confusion before awkwardly floating back to their side.
“Qingqing…”
Qingbao silently exhaled in relief.
Good thing I didn’t nod along with Treasure Seeker—that would’ve been embarrassing.
This is Xialala from a century ago… Her body color and the buds around her neck seem different from her future self… Qiao Sang studied the present Xialala, her gaze lingering on the multicolored buds adorning the creature’s neck.
Xialala… Even prepared mentally, Migala’s expression instantly stiffened as she instinctively stood up.
Emerald-green body, a necklace of multicolored buds, azure eyes, snow-white lashes.
This was Xialala from a century ago—the one who brought spring to all living things, the one Migala had never had the chance to meet.
After a few stunned seconds, Migala inhaled deeply, suppressing her excitement, and solemnly said:
“At last, I’ve finally met you.”
The bud-adorned Xialala looked at her, puzzled, and called out:
“Xiáxiá?”
Do we know each other?
“Péngpéng.”
Pengamei translated beside her.
“You don’t know me, but I know you.” Migala replied gravely.
“Xiáxiá?”
The bud-covered Xialala furrowed her brow, then turned to her future self, chirping a question: How did you come here from a century later?
“Xialala…”
Xialala didn’t answer immediately, staring at her century-old self, dazed.
“It was Shi Pan Te who sent us here,” Qiao Sang answered.
The bud-adorned Xialala looked over and called out:
“Xiáxiá?”
Why would Shi Pan Te bring you here?
“Because I contacted the Tenth Seat, and the Tenth Seat asked Shi Pan Te for help,” Qiao Sang said.
“Xiáxiá?”
The bud-covered Xialala paused, then chirped again.
You mean the transvides?
“Exactly,” Qiao Sang nodded.
“Xiáxiá?”
After a moment’s contemplation, the bud-adorned Xialala chirped:
“Why have you come?”
“Li Huo Jing—it can only be produced by Li Ou Yasi.”
“Rèlǐ?”
Re Li Luoka dropped all pretense, letting out a sharp cry: You traveled to the past for the Li Huo Jing?
Qiao Sang hesitated before replying calmly:
“Because in the future, there are no living Li Ou Yasi left.”
Bud-covered Xialala: “???“
Re Li Luoka, wide-eyed, couldn’t process the shocking news, her unstable energy causing her to revert to her original form.
So she was Re Li Luoka… Migala blinked, then steadied herself, refocusing on the Xialala from a century ago.
She’d recently met the Divine Beasts Li Ou Yasi and Phantom Beast Shi Pan Te, and now the life-bringing Xialala—compared to the endangered familiar Re Li Luoka, her heart had long ceased to tremble.
Qiao Sang had already guessed the truth and wasn’t overly surprised.
“Xiáxiá?”
The bud-adorned Xialala snapped back to attention, her tone urgent: How could the future Li Ou Yasi all be gone?
“Rèlǐ…”
Re Li Luoka glanced at future Xialala, seeming to realize something. After a struggle, she let out a pained cry:
“What about Xialala herself?”
The atmosphere grew heavy.
The bud-covered Xialala seemed to understand at last, gazing at her future self’s neck buds.
“Xiáxiá?”
She fell silent, then chirped:
Could someone tell me what happened during these hundred years?
Qiao Sang looked at Teacher Mikara, silently urging her to answer.
When it came to Flame Sky Star’s history, the Teacher knew more than she did.
But Migala stayed quiet.
“Péngpéng.”
Pengamei chirped.
This time, Migala spoke: “I don’t know the exact details, but I do know that a century ago…”
Almost forgot—Teacher Mikara needed translations to understand Xialala… Qiao Sang mentally sighed, listening intently.
“A century ago, which coincides with a week from now, a Fire Meteor fell from the heavens…” Migala solemnly recounted the past century’s events in detail.
She paused, then continued:
“We came to Mingzhou initially to search for the Sun Crystal, but underground, we encountered Li Ou Yasi. Only later did we realize Li Ou Yasi was merely a spiritual form. Through her description, we learned she appeared in Mingzhou exactly a century ago—right around this time.”
Here, Migala paused, glancing at bud-covered Xialala, her expression complex:
“Around the same time Xialala… passed away.”
“Rèlǐ!”
Re Li Luoka stared at bud-adorned Xialala, urgent and distressed: Let’s leave this place now!
“Xiáxiá.”
Bud-covered Xialala calmly responded: You know I can’t leave—especially not now that I’ve learned this truth.
“Rèlǐ…”
Re Li Luoka’s eyes welled up instantly.
“Xiáxiá…”
Xialala, sensing the somber mood, unconsciously drifted to Qiao Sang’s side.
“Xiáxiá.”
Bud-covered Xialala called out, composed: I’ll help contact Li Ou Yasi, but you must do me a favor first.
“Steel Chief.”
“Péngpéng.”
Steel Treasure and Pengamei translated simultaneously, one mentally and one aloud.
“What favor?” Qiao Sang and Migala asked in unison.
“Xiáxiá.”
Bud-covered Xialala chirped clearly: Either have all humans and familiars leave Mingzhou within a week… or take Li Ou Yasi to an area without humans or familiars.
Migala’s expression darkened as she fell silent. She understood Xialala’s intent behind the demands.
Qiao Sang paused, then said quietly:
“I know your intentions, but history cannot be changed. The Fire Meteor isn’t the only certainty—after it comes a global drought that cannot be stopped.”
After their trip to the Valley of Flowers, she’d researched historical records.
A century ago, the Fire Meteor scorched the land, triggering catastrophic droughts. Yet Mingzhou, though the epicenter, suffered minimal casualties because the Authorities had foreseen the disaster and evacuated the commercial zone’s inhabitants and familiars in advance.
Time was a fixed line—every event predetermined. Their time-travel itself might be part of that history, their actions unwittingly fulfilling what was already destined.
Like how Adinix predicted Fangy’s Evolution Site, and Qiao Sang’s knowledge had led her to intervene, altering Fangy’s path and completing the prophecy.
Suddenly struck by a thought, Qiao Sang said:
“I can warn the Authorities about the Fire Meteor falling in a week.”
She paused, meeting century-old Xialala’s gaze with conviction:
“But… I think your own warning would carry far more credibility than mine.”
(End of Chapter)
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