I, who was stabbed to death by Alloy Lu Bu, transmigrated into the Star Soul General

"Cat girl!!!"

Lu Fengxian screamed in her heart, her fragile little heart feeling as if it had been hit a hundred times harder. In an instant, her blood surged and spurted out two long, bloody dragons, which directly pushed her to the ceiling.

A celestial physique... terrifyingly powerful.

"Redeem yourself! You must redeem yourself!" This was his only thought at the moment. Catgirls were one of the most beloved alien races among the Chongguo people, almost second only to white-haired and red-eyed people.

"My esteemed guest... are you alright?" Xiao Meng quickly came over and helped up Lü Fengxian, who was running around the room in a rage due to her nosebleed. "Why are you bleeding from your nose... should I call the ship's doctor?"

puff!

Boom!

Just as she felt Xiaomeng press against her, Lü Fengxian felt another surge of blood and qi. Her nosebleed made her writhe wildly on the ground like a dehydrated fish, her head repeatedly hitting the ground.

"Student Lü... what's wrong with you?"

"Old Lu! Have you taken the wrong medicine?!"

"Big brother……"

"Ah...wh...why did I bleed so much from my nose...?"

After a while, Lü Fengxian finally returned to normal and said, panting, "It's okay, don't be nervous. I just went a little crazy while practicing the Nine Yang Manual, but I'm fine now."

He wiped the blood from his nose and looked at Xiaomeng, asking, "So what did you just ask?"

"In reply to your question, esteemed guest, what I just asked was, 'Should I call the ship's physician?'"

"No, one more sentence."

"Um... is it 'What kind of food and drinks would you like?'"

“Yes, that’s it.” Lü Fengxian nodded, and with Xiao Meng’s help, returned to her seat. After a moment’s thought, she said, “Bring a steamer of steamed buns, with radish filling. If they don’t have any, have the kitchen make some…”

After a moment, he suddenly said, "Never mind, I'll go with you to talk to him."

It looked as if he had remembered something.

Then, he looked at Song Yunxiang and said, "Old Song, could you call a few people up to clean up our cabin? It's a bit dirty."

"Xiaomeng and I are going out for a bit, we'll be right back."

“Okay.” Song Yunxiang nodded, made a call to the ship’s cleaning staff, and at the same time, his eyes flickered with soul power as he looked at Xiao Meng without making a sound, and then he fell into his memories again.

Is that a slave collar covered under the silk scarf?

Demon race…

It's been over thirty years since I last saw it...

In the previous life, the decisive battle at Tiandu City ended in a crushing defeat…

I was caught in a spatial rift within the Imperial Mausoleum's secret realm...

Spatial turbulence brought [me] to the Southern Continent…

In a forest on the southern continent.

Song Yunxiang, dressed in the uniform of the Xuanjia Guard, lay unconscious on the ground. Two demon women walked over from a distance, one with white hair and rabbit ears, and the other with yellow hair and cat ears.

The rabbit-eared girl, with her exceptional eyesight, immediately exclaimed, "Look! There's an injured person here..."

They came over, only to find this person's life strange.

"This guy is so strange," the rabbit-eared girl looked him over, her crimson eyes filled with doubt. "He doesn't seem to be a demon... nor a spirit human..."

The demon race and the spirit race are among the minority races.

Because of the inherent imbalance between the two Star Soul Meridians, it is extremely difficult to become a Star Soul Master, and those who can construct a Star Soul General are one in ten thousand. In the Eastern Continent, where humans are revered, they belong to a weak and inferior race.

For a long time, they have been protected by humans and... enslaved.

But in the Southern Continent...

In this region where the demon race and the spirit human race live in harmony, the human race is extremely rare... so rare that it only appears a few times in their documents.

Unlike the Eastern Continent, this place does not have the technology to mass-produce Star Soul Generals.

However... cracks and ferocious beasts are extremely rare here.

The last beast tide was five hundred years ago.

In his memory, Song Yunxiang was standing in an ancient mansion.

"Senior Brother Song, the God-level Ancestor of the Fighting Clan wishes to see you. Please come with me."

The speaker was a woman from the Spirit Race.

(Long, pointed ears, like an elf.)

Here in the Southern Continent, I learned the unique tradition of tempering the physical body with star soul power, as well as the superb alchemy skills of the Spirit Race.

Later, he even joined the Douzhan Peak lineage and was accepted as a personal disciple by the Douzhan Ancestor.

The Fighting Ancestor was one of the few beings in the demon race to possess the Primordial Star Soul General.

Unfortunately, his primordial star soul (the Great Sage Equaling Heaven) was sealed by the Five Elements Formation in the great war five hundred years ago, and at that time [I] was not yet proficient in formations…

Therefore, they missed the opportunity to replicate that Primordial Star Soul General…

The Fighting Ancestor said to me, "Song Yunxiang... after five hundred years... you, as a human, have reappeared on this continent... I am willing to believe that you are the one destined for this calamity, so you must survive..."

The second senior sister of the Spirit Race said to me, "In the legends of the Spirit Race, beastmen, spirits, and various demon races are all servants created by the gods, but you humans are different; you are descendants of the gods..."

"But I must say, what nonsense about descendants! You are nothing but shells prepared by [the gods] for themselves... When the stars return, the gods will return to their homeland..."

If Lü Fengxian could see this memory now, she would definitely say this:

"What a load of bull! They're just a bunch of high-tech beasts who, despite being dead, use their consciousness data to invade the bodies of their descendants. Do they even deserve to be called gods?"

……

About half an hour later, it was nearly sunset.

"Big brother, if you eat my steamed bun, you're my friend!"

"My name is Tang Xiaowen, what's your name?"

"Hello Tang Xiaowen, my name is Song Yunxiang, and we are friends from today onwards."

At this moment, both Song Yunxiang and Xiaowen had a little bit of filling on their lips, indicating that some things were simply unchangeable.

"Hot steamed buns are here!"

Lu Fengxian and Xiaomeng returned to their cabin, each carrying a steamer basket of hot buns that emitted an enticing aroma. They placed the basket on the dining table and invited everyone to eat.

"It's so delicious! Big brother, you like radish buns too?"

"Yes, who wouldn't like radish buns, right, Lao Song?"

"..."

Soon, everyone had eaten and drunk their fill.

"Honey," Shen Dai nudged Tang Jinshui beside her and whispered, "Shouldn't we go over and thank Mr. Lü?"

"Oh! Okay..."

Upon hearing this, Tang Jinshui's lips twitched, and he sighed, thinking to himself, "Ah... I'm really afraid of dealing with these young masters from wealthy families..."

He approached Lü Fengxian, scratching his head and bowing slightly. "Um... you call me Mr. Lü, right? I am Tang Jinshui, a third-tier mechanic at Taixuan Heavy Industries... Oh, no, I've already resigned..."

Then, he introduced his wife, "This is my wife, Shen Dai, from the Shen family of Yong'an City..."

At this moment, Shen Dai's eyes were completely lifeless, and she wanted to smash her head against a tofu block.

However, being from a well-to-do family, she quickly composed herself. She subtly gave her socially awkward husband a nudge to the lower back. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lü, my husband is a bookworm and not very good with words..."

"that……"

After a pause, Shen Dai bowed slightly: "Thank you so much for letting my family travel by boat, especially in such a luxurious private cabin. We're really sorry to have troubled you..."

"Wow! It's the sunset!" Xiaowen skipped and jumped to the window.

"No trouble at all," Lü Fengxian waved her hand dismissively, looking at the cute little figure behind her. "It's just a small favor. Shen Ruowei is my senior, and your Xiaowen is Lao Song's friend. We're practically family, so there's no need for formalities."

Shen Dai asked, "Does Mr. Lü reside in Yong'an City?"

"It's hard to say, but it will remain so for the next month."

"..."

As the sun set, Xiaowen leaned against the French windows, a lovely smile on her face. This time, she was sure she would be well protected. Those memories... could never be repeated.

"The garden on this ship is so beautiful!" she exclaimed to the crowd in surprise.