Is Unlocking the Stellaris Tech Tree in Star Rail Really Okay? [159]

As Chen Lin and Fu Xuan disembarked from the Starskiff, Jing Yuan greeted them warmly, standing at the Divine Foresight Office’s dock with his usual composed smile.

His expression betrayed no irritation, but there was an unmistakable glint of curiosity in his eyes, as if he was silently marveling at how Chen Lin had managed to tame the always-proud Fu Xuan so thoroughly. Jing Yuan himself hadn’t accomplished that feat, and he was the General.

Chen Lin immediately understood what was going through Jing Yuan’s mind. Before he could speak, Jing Yuan leaned in, lowering his voice with a sly grin.

“Dear brother, try not to tease Lady Fu too much. The Xianzhou still needs her. While intermarriage with outsiders is not taboo here, appearances must be maintained. We wouldn’t want to give others something to gossip about.”

“…Big brother, you misunderstand,” Chen Lin replied, quickly recounting what had transpired during the journey.

Upon hearing the story, Jing Yuan couldn’t help but chuckle, though his training kept him from outright laughing. The corners of his lips betrayed his amusement, rising in a subtle yet undeniable arc.

“So, she picked a fight and got outmaneuvered?”

Chen Lin shrugged. “It seems Fu-jie is trying to mimic your leadership style, but frankly, if she follows your footsteps blindly, she’ll never find her own path. She’s better suited to building rapport with the people through a more grounded approach. What’s the point of all that austerity? Besides, as the Diviner, she should at least embody the fundamental trait of careful deliberation. I found her endearing, so I couldn’t resist poking a little fun.”

Jing Yuan’s intentions to cultivate Fu Xuan were no secret, though it seemed Fu Xuan herself was oblivious. From Chen Lin’s perspective, it was as clear as day.

With the Xianzhou’s near-immortal lifespans, Jing Yuan’s strategy was clear: limited direct intervention, instead relying on time to mold Fu Xuan into a capable leader. It was a slow but steady approach, consistent with the Xianzhou’s cultural philosophy.

Chen Lin saw no issue with Jing Yuan’s methods. Still, given the inevitable ties between Jarilo-VI and the Xianzhou in the future, Chen Lin didn’t mind giving Fu Xuan a gentle nudge to accelerate her growth. After all, a favor extended now might prove valuable later, especially if Jing Yuan ever retired.

“There’s no doubt Fu Xuan has the capability,” Chen Lin remarked. “You’re not reckless enough to put someone unfit for the job in such a position. Still, a little guidance won’t hurt—especially with her future as a potential leader. A well-prepared Fu Xuan means smoother relations with the Xianzhou down the line.”

Jing Yuan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Fu Xuan’s pace has indeed been a bit slow. The role of General is no easy seat to fill. If you could occasionally offer her your insights, dear brother, it would be a tremendous help. Should she reach even a fraction of your level, Luofo’s prosperity could last another age, and I might finally find some peace of mind.”

Chen Lin nodded. “It’s a duty I won’t shirk, big brother. You honor me with your trust.”

Jing Yuan waved dismissively. “No need for such formality. Mutual support among siblings is what builds the Xianzhou and the Empire’s bond.”

Coming from Jing Yuan, the words carried an unmistakable weight. Their sworn brotherhood, initially a quiet matter among the upper echelons, was now proclaimed openly. It was a clear signal: Chen Lin was not merely a foreigner or an ally but family.

For those adept in political maneuvering, the message was unmistakable. It wasn’t just about shared interests; Jing Yuan was declaring that the three of them—himself, Chen Lin, and Fu Xuan—were united, inseparable by race or circumstance.

“Dear brother, what were you and the General discussing so eagerly?”

Fu Xuan approached them with measured steps. She began her sentence with her usual haughty tone but faltered midway, recalling the earlier events and her newfound self-awareness. Her words trailed off awkwardly.

Chen Lin laughed, easing the tension. “Just asking big brother about Fu-jie’s illustrious accomplishments so I can admire them properly.”

Jing Yuan smoothly played along. “Indeed, Fu Xuan’s brilliance is unparalleled. There are countless tales of her exploits. I’ll make sure to recount them all to you someday, dear brother.”

The two sly foxes were clearly flattering her, but Fu Xuan couldn’t help but feel pleased.

Still, she shot them a sharp look. I know what you two are doing. But hearing such praise… well, it’s not unwelcome.

Feigning indifference, Fu Xuan spoke with a practiced air of wisdom. “Dwelling on the past is a trap, my dear brothers. True greatness lies in breaking through limitations, not clinging to old glories. Worthy individuals remain so across time—past, present, and future alike.”

Chen Lin, adopting the demeanor of an adoring fan, leaned in and asked eagerly, “Fu-jie, your divination skills are unparalleled. If I ever encounter confusion in my studies, may I seek your guidance?”

Fu Xuan’s eyes lit up at his words. “Naturally!”

Chen Lin pressed on. “I’ve heard that Fu-jie’s mastery of divination combines the wisdom of countless schools. Should I face a challenge, I trust you’ll lend me your support.”

Fu Xuan’s pride swelled. “Of course! When the time comes, just sit back and witness my brilliance firsthand.”

Jing Yuan, watching silently, couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry.

Chen Lin had deftly guided the conversation, skillfully flattering Fu Xuan while nudging her into taking a more active role. Fu Xuan, oblivious, had walked right into his trap with her head held high, even adding her own shovel to bury herself deeper.

With the lighthearted banter out of the way, Jing Yuan turned to business. “Time is of the essence. Fu Xuan’s assembled her team and is ready for deployment. Let’s address the matter at hand.”

His gaze briefly flicked to Fu Xuan, who stood with the composure of a swan, though her earlier flustered demeanor hadn’t completely escaped him.

He sighed internally. I can guess how Chen Lin pieced everything together. Fu Xuan must’ve let something slip on the way here.

Indeed, during their earlier conversation, Chen Lin had managed to discern Fu Xuan’s mission. Though she had been vague, her hesitation was enough for Chen Lin to deduce the truth.

Fu Xuan’s team was preparing to head to the Artisanship Commission’s starport, ostensibly to clear out mara-stricken creatures. However, the operation clearly had a secondary motive: capturing the fugitive Stellaron Hunters Blade and Kafka while fulfilling their promise to assist Chen Lin in finding his friends.

Jing Yuan continued, “I’ve received word that your companions have been spotted at the starport. Coincidentally, reports indicate the fugitive Blade and his accomplice Kafka were also sighted there. Unfortunately, with unrest brewing across the Xianzhou, I must remain at the Divine Foresight Office to maintain stability.

“Since this will be Fu Xuan’s first time leading an operation of this scale, I worry she may face challenges on multiple fronts. Dear brother, would you accompany her?”

Fu Xuan’s gaze sharpened. “There’s no need. I’m more than capable of handling the likes of the Stellaron Hunters.”

Her words carried an edge, as if Jing Yuan’s request implied she wasn’t up to the task.

How could a sister admit to being incapable in front of her brother? Even if… even if her brother happens to be taller than her by a head!

Jing Yuan couldn’t understand why Fu Xuan was glaring at him, but he decided it wasn’t worth addressing. He ignored her death stare, focusing instead on Chen Lin.

“What do you think, dear brother? If it’s inconvenient, I won’t force you.”

Chen Lin pondered for a moment before asking, “Does this include capturing the Stellaron Hunters as well?”

Jing Yuan nodded.

“I have a small request…” Chen Lin said with a smile.

“Speak freely,” Jing Yuan replied.

“It’s nothing major, really,” Chen Lin explained. “I just want to ask them a few questions if we capture them.”

Jing Yuan laughed heartily. He had thought it might be something serious, but this was a minor request. After all, his main reason for targeting the Stellaron Hunters was to verify a theory of his own.

With a casual wave of his hand, Jing Yuan declared, “You’re free to participate in any investigation or interrogation of the Stellaron Hunters. Who would dare stop you with my approval?”

“Thank you, big brother.”

Moments later, Yanqing hurried over to Jing Yuan and whispered something in his ear. Jing Yuan’s expression darkened slightly.

“The Alchemy Commission is showing signs of unrest,” Jing Yuan said, standing straight. “I won’t keep you two any longer. Remember to prioritize your safety. Do you understand, Fu Xuan?”

“Hmph, such obvious advice is unnecessary,” Fu Xuan scoffed. “Even if someone dares ambush us, they won’t lay a finger on my dear brother.”

Her firm tone, combined with her known reliability, made Jing Yuan pause. He gave her a long look, as if realizing something amusing, and his lips twitched slightly.

After walking a few steps, he glanced back at them with a teasing smile.

“I’ll leave it to you both then… Hah.”

As the Starskiff carrying Chen Lin and Fu Xuan departed, Jing Yuan sighed. “Let’s head back. There’s still a mountain of paperwork to deal with.”

Yanqing opened his mouth to speak but hesitated.

“Out with it, Yanqing,” Jing Yuan said casually.

“Uh… General, why did you suddenly laugh earlier?” Yanqing blurted.

Jing Yuan chuckled and shook his head. “Oh, it’s nothing. I just couldn’t help but admire how much I appreciate my dear brother. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, wishing he were a Xianzhou native. Fu Xuan, for all her talents, still lacks polish. Her stubbornness gives me no end of headaches, and yet, my dear brother has this uncanny ability to handle her.”

Yanqing blinked. “So… you’re happy about it?”

Jing Yuan smiled slyly. “Not exactly. I noticed something when Chen Lin adjusted his collar earlier. About an inch above his left collarbone, there were two faint red marks.”

“Marks? Is he injured?” Yanqing asked, concerned.

Jing Yuan raised an eyebrow, then smacked the back of Yanqing’s head lightly.

“Ow!” Yanqing yelped, rubbing his head.

“You’re too young to understand. Those were lip marks. From two different people, no less,” Jing Yuan said with a smirk. “It seems my dear brother has had quite the fortunate encounters. Considering his charm and demeanor, it’s not surprising, really. I simply got carried away imagining how such a scenario might have played out. Ahem. Now, Yanqing, back to training. Four thousand sword strikes daily, as repayment for answering your curiosity.”

“Wha—?!” Yanqing protested.

“Make it five thousand,” Jing Yuan added calmly, hands clasped behind his back. “The Sword Championship is approaching, and you’ve been slacking off with your little outings.” He cast a knowing glance at Yanqing before continuing, “Your foundation is solid, but steady progress is key. Once you’ve truly mastered the basics, then you can consider taking shortcuts.”

Yanqing’s expression crumpled as he lamented his fate. His mind fixated on the punishment, leaving no room to process Jing Yuan’s sage advice.

On the way to the Artisanship Commission’s starport, Chen Lin decided to show off a bit of his natural charisma. His eloquent flattery left Fu Xuan practically floating on air.

“Active thinking, meticulous planning…” Fu Xuan began, her tone almost wistful. “Such qualities come naturally when one spends time in this role. As for personally leading the charge to capture criminals, that’s simply a matter of boldness.”

“This has nothing to do with boldness,” Chen Lin countered with a serious expression. “Without your ability, no one could manage such a task!”

Fu Xuan’s ears reddened. She hadn’t realized how much thought she’d put into the operation until Chen Lin’s analysis laid it bare.

Fu Xuan wasn’t as naïve as she appeared. She had deduced that the Stellaron Hunters hadn’t left the starport, likely hindered by some complication. With this in mind, she mobilized the Divination Commission’s Cloud Knights to seal off all exits, ensuring that even if the hunters grew wings, they wouldn’t escape.

Additionally, considering the Astral Express crew’s involvement, she stationed medical personnel at a temporary base within the starport to address any injuries.

After compiling all relevant information into a report, she sent it to Jing Yuan, who then allocated additional resources to support her.

Executing the plan was straightforward; accounting for every potential variable was the true challenge.

Fu Xuan’s weakness lay not in intelligence but in handling interpersonal relationships. She was methodical in her duties but faltered when navigating emotional nuances.

“Dear brother, I have a question,” Fu Xuan said, her expression unusually reserved. “If the General hadn’t agreed to your request, would you still have come?”

Her tone was softer than usual, almost hesitant. It was clear she was wary of pushing too hard, fearing that one wrong step might alienate Chen Lin.

“Of course,” Chen Lin replied nonchalantly, taking a swig of water. “I knew he’d agree the moment I asked.”

“Then why even ask?”

“What’s wrong with that? I just wanted to see if he’d try to pawn off some work on me. Turns out he really did have something to handle.”

Fu Xuan stared at him in silence.

She’d always thought her brother’s thought process was intricate and calculated. This time, it was disarmingly simple.

When the Starskiff docked at the starport, Chen Lin was struck by the sight of over a hundred Cloud Knights standing ready. The scale of the operation wasn’t lost on him.

Noticing his reaction, Fu Xuan decided it was time to shine. “Given the Stellaron Hunters’ danger, I stationed most of the forces outside to ensure they wouldn’t escape. No matter how capable they are, they’re trapped.”

Chen Lin nodded earnestly. “Brilliant, Fu-jie. Your foresight and quick thinking are truly unparalleled.”

“Hmph! Watch closely, dear brother. This will be a lesson you won’t forget!” Fu Xuan declared with pride.

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T/N: jie is the honorific for sister

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