Honkai Star Rail: I Created A Chat Group With The Aeons — Chapter 201

Chapter 201: Come, Bailu, Call Her Mommy

Leon casually reached into his pocket and retrieved the pulsing, fibrous fragment of the Ambrosial Arbor he had just acquired. The ancient wood thrummed with a faint, unnatural vitality, casting a soft jade glow over his palm.

“So that is the piece of the Ambrosial Arbor you sneaked away with,” March 7th said, crossing her arms. She shot him a look of exasperated disbelief.

“How can you call it stealing?” Leon replied, a shameless grin spreading across his face. “In the universe of trailblazing, whoever has the fastest hands claims the loot.”

He flicked his fingers. The mass of immortal matter responded instantly to his will, rapidly twisting and stretching. Tendrils of wood and flesh wove together, carving out a delicate silhouette. In the blink of an eye, the crude fragment transformed into a flawless, physical vessel perfectly matching the ethereal contours of Bai Heng’s soul.

“Whoa, amazing! It looks exactly like her.” Stelle leaned in closely, her eyes sparkling with genuine awe as she offered a slow, rhythmic round of applause.

Leon let out a low chuckle. He slowly brought his palms together, guiding the process with effortless precision.

The translucent phantom of the Foxian woman drifted gracefully toward the newborn vessel. She sank into the physical form like a weary bird finally returning to its nest, the two halves merging in absolute harmony. The blinding jade light gradually withdrew, replaced by the steady, rhythmic surge of genuine heartbeat and breathing.

A heavy silence fell over the surrounding area. Beside the Express crew, the remaining four members of the legendary High-Cloud Quintet stared intently at the scene, their bodies rigid.

Centuries of harsh reality and reason screamed at them that the dead could never return. Even if an Emanator of Abundance possessed the terrifying power to vitalize dying stars and reshape broken flesh, they could never call back a truly departed soul. History had proven time and again that those so-called resurrected beings were merely monstrous strangers wearing familiar, stolen faces.

Yet, deep within their scarred hearts, a fragile spark of hope that had been buried beneath centuries of grief throbbed wildly.

Blade’s breathing grew ragged. The eternal, chilling apathy in his crimson eyes fractured, giving way to a surging tide of ancient pain and desperate regret. He took a half-step forward before freezing in place.

Jingliu stood completely still. No one could see her eyes beneath the black silk blindfold, but the way her pale knuckles turned bone-white around the hilt of her sword betrayed the violent emotional storm raging within her.

Dan Heng remained silent, his gaze fixed on the Foxian woman. He had long separated himself from the identity of the former Imbibitor Lunae, yet Dan Feng’s fragmented memories crashed against his mind like a relentless tide, making his chest tighten.

“Phew, and that makes it a wrap,” Leon announced, clapping his hands together to dust off nonexistent dirt.

The newly formed body of Bai Heng lay perfectly still on the ground, devoid of any conscious movement. Seeing this, the suffocating tension gripping Jingliu, Blade, and Jing Yuan loosened, instantly replaced by a crushing wave of bitter disappointment.

As expected. Resurrecting the dead was nothing more than an extravagant, foolish hope. The universe operated on ironclad laws, and an impassable abyss separated the realms of life and death. The will of Equilibrium silently maintained this absolute boundary. Bai Heng’s return was, in the end, just a beautiful pipe dream.

Still, simply being able to gaze upon her peaceful, unblemished face one last time offered a bitter, agonizing comfort to the surviving heroes of the Xianzhou.

“Done? Is it really done?” Stelle tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. Lacking any sense of solemnity, the gray-haired Trailblazer crouched down and shamelessly poked the Foxian woman’s cheek with her index finger.

At that exact moment, a miracle occurred.

Bai Heng’s long eyelashes trembled ever so slightly.

Time itself seemed to freeze.

The figures of Jing Yuan, Jingliu, and Blade blurred into motion. They flashed to Bai Heng’s side in perfect unison, unceremoniously shoving the dazed Stelle out of the way.

“Is she… alive?” Jing Yuan whispered, his usual lazy composure entirely shattered. His hand shook violently as he hovered his fingers just beneath Bai Heng’s nose, desperately searching for the faint, warm rhythm of respiration.

Beside him, both Blade and Jingliu stood paralyzed, their hands trembling uncontrollably as they stared at the rising and falling of her chest.

“Yes, she is very much alive,” Leon replied, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. “Otherwise, why would I go through the trouble of reshaping her body with the remains of the Ambrosial Arbor? Did you think I was just crafting a life-sized action figure for display?”

“Wait, hold on!” March 7th gasped, her eyes widening to the size of saucers. “You just brought someone back to life who has been dead for who knows how many centuries?!”

Having pieced together the general context from the sidelines, the pink-haired girl was utterly flabbergasted. Leon had just casually resurrected a legendary, fallen member of the High-Cloud Quintet, and he had done it with the effortless nonchalance of someone assembling a puzzle.

Welt Yang adjusted his glasses, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. ‘No way. She is actually resurrected? For real?’he thought, his mind racing to process the sheer impossibility of the feat.’I have never heard of such a thing in all my years. If Otto knew about this… I shudder to think what he would have done.’

A few paces away, Luocha’s emerald eyes were filled with deep astonishment. As a powerful Pathstrider of the Abundance, his healing capabilities were extraordinary, capable of mending the most grievous of wounds. Yet, witnessing true resurrection was entirely beyond his comprehension.

“This is just way too exaggerated,” Serval murmured, shaking her head in sheer marvel. Resurrection was a concept she believed only existed in the wildest of sci-fi fantasies. She never expected to witness it become a tangible reality right before her eyes.

Just then, as if disturbed by the noisy commotion surrounding her, the Foxian woman stirred.

Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and she slowly opened her eyes. They were bright, gentle, and filled with the hazy confusion of someone waking from a long, deep slumber.

The entire area fell dead silent.

Everyone involuntarily held their breath, their hearts leaping into their throats. A suffocating mixture of terror and hope intertwined in the heavy air. They were utterly terrified. Terrified that the soul waking up was not the Bai Heng they cherished. Terrified that her memories had been wiped clean. Terrified that this miracle would inevitably twist into a repeat of the horrific tragedy of the Abominations of Abundance.

Bai Heng gradually regained her senses. Her shimmering gaze slowly swept across the faces gathered above her. She took in Blade’s stiff, scarred visage, Jingliu’s dark blindfold, Jing Yuan’s incredibly complex, tearful smile, and Dan Heng’s quiet, reserved expression. Finally, her eyes landed on the nervous, highly curious little figure of Bailu.

“Everyone…”

An ethereal, soft voice drifted through the air, carrying the weight of a distant galaxy.

“Long time no see.”

“Bai Heng…”

Hot tears flowed uncontrollably from Jingliu’s eyes, rapidly soaking the dark fabric of her blindfold. The legendary Sword Champion of the Luofu completely lost her iron composure.

“Hey, hey, Jingliu, why are you crying?” Bai Heng asked, her voice laced with genuine concern and a touch of her old playfulness. “And why are you wearing a black blindfold now? Won’t you bump into things when you walk? You are not just wearing that to look cool, are you?”

She shifted her gaze toward the trembling swordsman. “Yingxing? Your hair… why did you dye it back to navy blue? I remember your hair had turned completely white a long time ago.”

Then, she looked at the quiet archivist. “Dan Feng? This new look of yours… you have certainly changed your style quite uniquely!”

Finally, she turned to the current General of the Luofu. A bright, cloudless smile bloomed across her face, radiating the warmth of a thousand suns. “And Jing Yuan… look at you! You look like you have not changed one bit!”

“Bai Heng,” Jingliu choked out, barely managing to steady her ragged breathing. She reached up to wipe the dampness from the corners of her blindfold, her voice trembling violently. “How much… how much do you remember right now?”

“How much do I remember?” Bai Heng tilted her head, her fox ears twitching as she seemingly tried hard to recall the past. “How much of what, exactly? Let me think…”

Her eyes suddenly widened. “Oh, right! What about Shuhu? Did I manage to crash into him and kill him?!”

She suddenly remembered the climax of her final battle, her tone carrying a sharp hint of post-battle urgency and raw curiosity. “I just remember ramming the starskiff straight into him at the very end. Everything after that terrifying impact… I do not remember a single thing.”

She finally took a moment to look around, belatedly realizing the complete unfamiliarity of her surroundings. According to her own logic, she should have woken up bandaged and battered on a sterile sickbed within the Alchemy Commission. But this strange, open area… where in the cosmos was she?

Her wandering gaze fell upon Bailu once more, and she was instantly captivated by the small Vidyadhara.

“Wow! Who is this little dragon girl? She is so incredibly cute!”

Seeing Bailu, Bai Heng’s eyes brimmed with unshielded affection and maternal warmth. “How come I have never seen you around before? Did Dan Feng secretly hide you away somewhere?”

Naturally assuming the small girl with dragon horns was a junior healer from the Alchemy Commission, Bai Heng offered a radiant smile. “Are you my attending doctor? You are just too adorable!”

“Um… I am indeed a healer from the Alchemy Commission, but I am not exactly…”

Bailu was momentarily at a complete loss for words. She looked up at Jing Yuan, her small, round face scrunching up in deep internal conflict. “General Jing Yuan, um… what exactly am I supposed to call her?”

According to what Leon had explained earlier, Bailu was technically Bai Heng’s reincarnation, yet she was an entirely separate entity from the Foxian woman herself. Calling her a past life felt far too distant and clinical, but the little dragon girl honestly had no idea how else to address the woman sitting before her.

“If you do not mind,” Leon interrupted at the absolute perfect moment, a wickedly mischievous smile spreading across his face. “Actually, you can just call her Mommy.”

“Huh? Mommy?! Me?!”

Bai Heng’s pupils shook violently. She pointed a trembling finger at her own chest in sheer, unadulterated disbelief, her voice pitching up several octaves in panic. “While I was unconscious… I somehow gave birth to a child?! Who—who in the world did this to me?!”