I'm in Honkai: Star Rail, and the Players are Going Feral Over Me!

"General Jing Yuan, the identity of that divine doctor has been investigated. They are a guest from the Astral Express."

Inside the Divine Foresight Residence, an attendant reported to Jing Yuan.

"Mm, it seems my guess was correct."

Jing Yuan, standing with his hands behind his back at his desk, nodded slowly, then turned to face the attendant below.

"Withdraw the surveillance on them. They have likely noticed it by now."

"Yes…"

"Also, tell Fu Xuan's side to be more diligent. The matter of the Stellaron Hunters still needs to be resolved. As for the rest… we'll wait for the bait to be taken."

His eyes narrowing slightly, Jing Yuan's gaze was profound.

"Yes, sir."

With Jing Yuan's orders, the attendant exited the Divine Foresight Residence.

Brushing past the attendant, Yanqing looked at Jing Yuan before the desk, his eyes filled with admiration and reverence.

"General! It was just as you predicted! Those two sneaky individuals at Starskiff Haven were indeed bought by the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus. They've confessed everything!"

"Mm. Yanqing, do not be impetuous."

Looking at his hot-headed disciple, a pleasant curve formed on Jing Yuan's lips.

Once upon a time, he too was as full of vigor as the young man before him, and just as hasty.

"Yes… General."

Realizing his loss of composure, Yanqing immediately straightened his posture, puffing out his face like a world-weary adult burdened by deep-seated grudges.

"Haha, there's no need to be so formal," Jing Yuan said with a smiling shake of his head.

"There are still many things to come. With the Xianzhou in such chaos, the minor pawns who never dared show their faces before are now starting to seize the opportunity to make their presence known."

Jing Yuan sneered as he looked at the draft on his desk.

"It's been a day. It seems Lord Yukong still has no intention of granting us an audience."

In Welt's room at the inn, Welt shook his head as he addressed the group.

"The turmoil on the Xianzhou seems to be far more severe than we imagined."

"But I don't see any panic among the nearby merchants and citizens. Many shops are still selling things as normal, and the people of the Xianzhou are just strolling through the streets," Little March said, puzzled. If there was a major problem, they shouldn't be acting like this, right?

"This is the most formidable aspect of the Xianzhou," Welt said with a sigh.

"In that case, let's just continue to observe the situation on the Xianzhou for a while longer," Wende suggested. For some reason, he had two dark circles under his eyes, looking as if he hadn't slept well.

"Er… I don't think we need to observe forever…"

March scratched her cheek with her fingertip. Glancing at the guilt-ridden Stelle, she suddenly felt a great emptiness in her wallet.

"Mm… but it can't be helped. This isn't Jarilo-VI. We still have to do things by the book here," Welt said, shaking his head.

"The Xianzhou is not without experience in dealing with Stellarons. Seeing how confident they are, perhaps they have already found a way to suppress them? We have no way of knowing these things. It's best we wait for an audience with Lord Yukong."

Since there was no way to change the situation for the time being, Welt could only let everyone disperse. They could go do whatever they wanted. He himself had found a storytelling teahouse yesterday. Brewing a pot of good tea, listening to the storytelling and crosstalk, wasn't a bad way to pass the time.

"Sigh… Wende~ can you give me a massage~? The massage parlors on the Xianzhou are so expensive~"

March tugged on Wende's sleeve, looking pitiful.

After she helped Stelle pay off her debt yesterday, she had wanted to take Stelle to experience the various traditional wellness treatments of the Xianzhou, but the prices… they were a bit too much for her to afford right now!

Thinking about it carefully, didn't they have Wende right here in their own group! Why did they need to go find someone else for a massage!

"A massage, huh…"

With weary eyes, Wende looked at the pitiful March. He had intended to go back for a nap, but in the end, his heart softened…

"My dear benefactors~ This little lady has come bearing good news~"

Tingyun walked lightly through the inn's main door, a smile on her face.

"…"

Seeing no one respond, Tingyun opened her emerald eyes with a hint of confusion, only to find the vast living room empty save for Little March, who was slumped on the sofa, radiating warmth, her skin a rosy pink, looking as if she were half-asleep.

"Mmm~ so comfortable~ Yes! Right there!"

From the guest room behind, Stelle's voice could be faintly heard.

"Er… March? What… are they doing?"

Hearing the distinctly strange-sounding voice, Tingyun's expression changed. She walked uncertainly to Little March's side and asked in a low voice.

"Mmm… it's Miss Tingyun. Wende is giving us a massage. It feels so good! Wanna try?"

March's voice was soft and breathy, sounding quite alluring.

"A massage? Benefactor Wende knows this craft? In that case, if I could have the chance to experience it, this little lady would be deeply honored."

Hearing the word "massage," Tingyun instantly covered her mouth with her fan and chuckled lightly. She was a regular at massage parlors. Every time she returned to the Xianzhou, she always had to get her bones cracked and her tail groomed.

"Oh? Miss Tingyun seems to be quite the expert!"

"But of course! I'm a super expert, you know~"

And so, under Wende's resentful gaze, Little March was forced to make him "add another session."

"Ngh-ah! Benefactor! So precise!"

"Hah… hah… no, the tail, you can't press there!"

"N-no, I can't take it anymore! It feels so good…"

"So… this is what a real massage is…"

Tingyun lay beside Stelle and March, her eyes glazed over. She suddenly felt that all the massages she had gotten over the past few decades were fakes! Only what Wende did could be considered a true massage!

"Sigh… you all rest. I'm going to get some sleep."

Wende looked at the three of them lying in a row and sighed helplessly.

What was all this about? He had just barely escaped from the time-stopped brainstorming session, so how did he get forcibly dragged into giving massages by these girls?

Whatever, he didn't care anymore. Time to sleep!

The physical exhaustion was negligible, but the mental fatigue was ravaging his brain like an earthquake.

He even wanted to pull out a lightning needle and zap himself!

But on second thought, getting some sleep was better than anything.

"I hope I don't have any more nightmares…"

Wende muttered to himself. The other reason he hadn't rested well yesterday was that damned nightmare!

He dreamed… that millions of people were chasing him, telling him they wanted to drink his milk tea…

It was truly terrifying!

"Hmm? Why hasn't Tingyun returned yet?"

Sky-Faring Commission – Palace of the Dawn Herald

Yukong frowned as she looked at the timer, which showed that half an hour had already passed.

"Fine. Most of my work is handled for now anyway. I'll go check on them myself."