She's a Passerby, But Can See the Protagonist's Halo-Chapter 132
He Xing watched as Yan carefully held something with a pair of tweezers, placing it into a small transparent box on the desk—clearly meant for storage.
Noticing that her senior had returned, Yan greeted her without letting go of the tweezers, still gripping the ruby firmly.
"Senior, you're back."
"Do you think it’d be better to micro-set the gem on both sides for a ring, or should I encircle it with diamonds?"
With money to spare and an irresistible weakness for beautiful things, Yan was itching to indulge.
The jade ring she and Jue Jue had snagged at a bargain under Yi Zhi’s guidance was lovely, but different outfits called for different accessories, after all.
Just holding the pigeon-blood ruby against the back of her fingers made her skin appear even fairer. A delicate diamond setting would make it dazzle—just imagining the bling was enough to delight her.
He Xing was momentarily stunned by Yan’s words. Leaning closer, she examined the "ruby" more clearly, her certainty growing.
Was her junior really planning to set this into a ring? With diamonds?!
What a waste of a treasure!
The thought flashed through her mind instantly.
"Ordinary melee diamonds wouldn’t do it justice," He Xing remarked.
"Are you planning to make a pair—ruby and sapphire?" she asked.
He Xing’s words gave Yan pause.
She was right. The ruby’s quality was absolutely top-tier; pairing it with small diamonds would be mismatched.
And her senior had reminded her—red and blue were the ultimate couple’s combo. Yan rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "Guess I’ll have to hunt down a sapphire for Jue Jue then."
With that, she immediately sent Jue Jue a message.
He Xing returned to her spot and set her things down. "Yan, I’m going to shower. Do you need the bathroom first?"
"I’m good, senior. Go ahead." Yan didn’t even look up.
He Xing’s brow twitched slightly. She changed, slipped into her slippers, and stepped into the bathroom.
Under the stream of warm water, He Xing closed her eyes, meticulously recalling the shape and color of that "ruby."
The only cultivation technique she had brought back to the modern world was the most expensive item she had ever redeemed with her fast-transmigration points.
For one, her homeworld was a technology-dominated realm. While other worlds boasted high martial or magical prowess, even the sparse astral energy here made the technique immensely beneficial for ordinary people’s health.
Secondly, in that world of astral cultivation, not everyone could practice. Talent, awakening, and alignment with specific stars were required. But the Stellar Codex she brought back demanded neither exceptional talent nor a corresponding stellar awakening—it was foundational, universal.
Yet in that world, major sects had locked it away in their archives, disdained by star warriors and unknown to mortals. Before leaving that world, He Xing had spread the Stellar Codex among the mortal realm.
Lately, He Xing had been returning to the dorm later and later because she needed to cultivate under the night sky. Though the city’s stars were sparse and spiritual energy thin, every bit helped.
She had once believed Earth was purely a technology-driven world. But after catching wind of Ding Ling’s unusual identity, doubts had crept in.
A tech-based world shouldn’t have Ghost Kings, let alone official departments handling mystical affairs, right?
He Xing finished her shower quickly. As she blow-dried her hair, hot air swirling, her fingers combing through her strands stilled.
Skyfire Crystal?
That tiny fragment—it had to be Skyfire Crystal. When stars fell to earth, they birthed various ores—flame-veined, adamantite, and others.
Skyfire Crystal was the core ore of a star, the origin of its veins, the rarest treasure in the astral cultivation world. For top-tier fire-aligned star warriors, it was the stuff of dreams.
Even without actively circulating her cultivation technique, her body instinctively yearned for such a supreme treasure.
He Xing exhaled slowly.
Skyfire Crystal shouldn’t exist on Earth—the astral energy here couldn’t nurture something of that caliber.
So where the hell did it come from?!
Because of her own circumstances, He Xing’s feelings toward Yan were complicated.
She had once suspected Yan was a Fate Master. After learning about Ding Ling’s identity, that suspicion had solidified.
He Xing couldn’t see ghosts, but Yan interacted with them effortlessly, chatting without a hint of fear.
She had asked her fast-transmigration assistant before—her modern world was open to other retired transmigrators too.
So, for a while, He Xing had even wondered if Yan was another retiree like herself.
At this moment, He Xing's gaze sharpened slightly as she slowly pieced together two conjectures in her mind.
What if Yan, her junior, was actually a retired "Fate Weaver" from a fast-transmigration world?
That seemed entirely plausible.
It would explain the origin of the Skyfire Crystal—perhaps something Yan brought back after retiring from her missions.
But then... a new question arose in He Xing's heart.
When Yan deliberately took out the Skyfire Crystal earlier and asked her those questions, was she testing her?
Testing whether He Xing was also a transmigrator? Or trying to help her recover lost memories?
He Xing couldn’t be sure. novelbuddy.cσ๓
Yan and her boyfriend seemed like perfectly ordinary college students, brimming with youthful energy.
Moreover, Yan’s boyfriend showed no unusual reaction to encountering ghosts—both of them acted as if it were completely normal.
Could they both be retired transmigrators? Perhaps from a "Sweet Romance" department?
Because of Yan’s sudden reveal of the Skyfire Crystal, He Xing barely slept that night.
Especially since Yan’s current demeanor was that of a lively young woman, yet at times, her eyes betrayed a weariness that spoke of countless lifetimes. He Xing couldn’t tell whether, if she were indeed a transmigrator, she had fully regained her memories.
The next day, He Xing followed her usual routine and went to the dance studio to practice.
As a returning senior at the art college, she was already recognized by many underclassmen. After the police announcement, she noticed even more gazes filled with sympathy, pity, and tenderness directed her way.
She maintained her low-profile demeanor—attending classes, practicing dance, taking evening walks—and rarely interacted with her classmates.
After her nighttime practice session, He Xing habitually wiped away her sweat and strolled leisurely through the campus, gazing at the starry sky as her body absorbed the celestial energy, storing it within.
Walking at night was nothing new to her. Three years ago, she had done the same, and the campus of Bin University was as familiar to her as the back of her hand.
With half an hour left before curfew, He Xing walked at a relaxed pace.
"Senior." A familiar voice called out—it was Ding Ling.
"Ling, heading back to the dorm together?" she asked.
Ding Ling nodded, her oversized black baseball jacket making her appear frail as paper.
Ever since learning that Ding Ling was a ghost, He Xing had stopped questioning why her junior always returned just before curfew.
Of course a ghost would prefer staying out at night—that made perfect sense.
With few people on the path at this hour and the rare chance to walk with Ding Ling, He Xing decided it was the perfect opportunity to probe for information about Yan’s true identity.
She began casually, "Ling, thank you—for everything before."
"Officer Zheng Yi told me to ask Yan for help, and then you reached out to Cheng Li. I really owe you both."
Ding Ling shook her head. "It was nothing."
"I didn’t do much, and neither did Yan. Contacting Cheng Li was just sending a message—hardly any trouble."
She wasn’t exaggerating. For a ghost, delivering a message through dreams was effortless.
"Maybe for you, but it meant everything to me." He Xing’s lashes trembled slightly as she recalled the week she spent reuniting with her deceased parents in her dreams.
For someone who had lost loved ones, even a dream reunion was a gift beyond measure.
"By the way... what exactly are Yan and her boyfriend’s roles in your world? She can see ghosts, right? Why can’t she communicate with spirits like Cheng Li?" He Xing asked, feigning casual curiosity.
At this question, Ding Ling fell silent, unsure how to explain it to her senior.
"She can... but she doesn’t," Ding Ling finally replied.
"The position is just a formality I arranged to simplify bureaucratic procedures."
"She can, but doesn’t." He Xing turned the words over in her mind. Did that mean Yan had the ability but chose not to act?
"A Fate Weaver?" she murmured softly.
Ding Ling’s head snapped toward He Xing, her expression revealing everything.
Seeing Ding Ling’s reaction, He Xing already had her answer.
Ding Ling was stunned. For He Xing to blurt out "Fate Weaver" so instinctively—where had she heard the term?
"Fate Weaver" was an eerily accurate description.
Someone who manipulated destiny, a master of defying heaven’s will—wasn’t that exactly what Yan was?
How had He Xing stumbled upon this knowledge?
Ding Ling’s eyes flickered over the astonishing aura of virtue surrounding her senior, the complex, layered scent of her soul lingering in the air.
Had He Xing, in a past life, been helped by Yan and Zhu Jue? Was the impression so deep that even after reincarnation, she could recognize a Fate Weaver at a glance?
In that moment, Ding Ling felt a flash of understanding.
Before, she had been puzzled by He Xing’s circumstances—how someone with such immense virtue could endure such suffering. The only explanation was that this life was a trial, a tribulation.
Now, she was almost certain: He Xing was the reincarnation of a many-lifetimes saint, undergoing her final test.
The chaotic, multi-layered fragrance of her soul, the overwhelming aura of accumulated virtue—it all made sense.
No wonder Yan and Zhu Jue were subtly guiding He Xing through this life’s trials.
So that was it.
It's just unclear which reincarnation this is for Senior He Xing. In order to avoid direct involvement, Yan and the others have tried their best to distance themselves, leaving matters to others—from Zheng Yi to herself.
He Xing and Ding Ling seemed to exchange silent glances, sharing unspoken information between them. They returned to the dorm just before curfew, only to hear Yan wailing in despair.
"Ahhh, why is the lights-out so soon? Ka Ka just posted a new video, and I haven’t even watched it yet!"
On Yan’s tablet, Travel Ka Ka had uploaded their latest update:
[Travel Ka Ka]: "Blind Box Journey: Crossing 1,100 Miles from Sichuan to Answer a Millennial Echo."
