Click!
The door lock turned, and a thin gap silently appeared, growing wider.
Su Mo had been waiting behind the door with a kitchen knife in hand. He wasn’t sure how skilled the intruder was, but he guessed they couldn’t be too strong—after all, what self-respecting superhuman would stoop to burglary? It was beneath their dignity.
Time ticked by, yet there was no movement from outside. In the darkness, his delicate brows furrowed in confusion.
The door’s open—aren’t you coming in? Or have you already noticed me?
Peering through the peephole, he saw nothing but an empty hallway.
Deciding to take the initiative, he stepped out, knife in hand, only to find the motion-sensor lights in the corridor still off—meaning no one had passed through recently.
Suddenly, he sensed something and swung the knife upward, but his wrist was caught in an iron grip, rendering him powerless.
The strength behind the grip told him one thing: his opponent was far stronger.
“Pretty little thing, it’s dangerous for a beauty to wander alone at night.”
Hearing the voice, Su Mo froze in surprise—then immediately relaxed, letting himself be scooped up effortlessly.
“Sis, what’s the big idea? You scared me half to death!” He forced himself to mimic Ye Qingyi’s tone, and thankfully, it came out steady.
Ye Qingyu was tall—even taller than her sister, Ye Qingyi—and carrying her “little sister” seemed second nature to her.
“I just missed you, so I came back for a visit.”
“Couldn’t you have waited until morning?”
“Where’s the fun in that? Nighttime is way more exciting.” She plopped him onto the sofa and sat close, her gaze soft as she studied him.
Su Mo couldn’t meet her eyes, so he pretended to be exhausted, leaning back to stare at the ceiling.
“School’s not like home—are you settling in okay?”
“Yeah, it’s fine.”
“Don’t neglect your training, either. As women, relying on men isn’t realistic. We have to be strong enough to stand on our own.”
Su Mo knew the sisters had lost their mother young, and their father had quickly remarried, leaving them deeply distrustful of men. Ye Qingyi had been too young for it to affect her much, but Ye Qingyu? She didn’t even have close male friends.
“Mhm, I’ve been working hard. I’ve even started using the Jade Seed Technique to train my body.”
Ye Qingyu shook her head. “A technique alone isn’t enough. You need combat skills to match.”
She took his hand and placed it on her thigh. Su Mo’s heart skipped—so soft…
Unaware of his reaction, she continued, “Over the years, I’ve collected plenty of combat techniques. What kind do you prefer?”
“S-swords… no, blades.”
“Hah! That’s my sister. Guess my legacy won’t go to waste.” Pleased, she sent him a file. “This is a blade technique I created—‘Army Breaker.’ It has six tiers, and the details are all in there. Study it as you train.”
Su Mo was stunned. Since when are divine techniques shared as documents?
“Sis, you just keep this online? Aren’t you worried about hackers?”
“Let them try. I left out the critical parts.”
“Oh… right.”
“Anyway, I’ll explain the key points first.” Without waiting for a response, she launched into the lesson.
An hour later, Su Mo had absorbed every word, committing it to memory.
“Sis, you—”
But Ye Qingyu was already gone. The spot where she’d sat was still warm.
His phone buzzed—a message from her:
“Qingyi, I’m leaving. Somewhere far away. It might be a long time before we meet again. You’ve grown so much—more composed, no longer the little girl who cried for her sister’s hugs. Train hard, get stronger. Next time we meet, we’ll shine brighter than anyone. No one will ever hurt us again…”
A hollow ache filled Su Mo’s chest, as if he’d lost something irreplaceable. He knew it wasn’t his own grief—it was Ye Qingyi’s sorrow, echoing through him.
That night, sleep never came.
Dawn arrived, and exhaustion finally pulled him under—until a barrage of alarms yanked him back.
He rushed through his morning routine, only to find dark circles under his eyes in the mirror.
Cute. Even like this, she’s stunning.
He styled his hair effortlessly, skipped makeup, and sprinted to the field.
Truthfully, he’d stopped wearing makeup days ago. No matter how much Ye Qingyi insisted, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. His excuse?
“Natural beauty beats makeup any day.”
He made it just in time—eight seconds early—earning an eye-roll from Wang Ye.
After another round of dropouts, only 150 trainees remained. According to Wang Ye, they were about to step into the real world of superhumans.
Some had left because their parents objected; others had stayed without telling them. But as adults, they’d bear the consequences of their choices—the price of growing up.
The group was split into five teams of 30. The first team gathered all the elites, while the rest were randomly assigned.
From today on, Wang Ye and the others were no longer teachers—they were captains. Training would no longer be on campus, but in the field.
Buses waited to carry the 150 dreamers west, toward Jingshan—a remote training ground spanning several football fields.
They weren’t alone. Students from other academies had arrived too, including plenty of attractive faces.
But none matched Ye Qingyi’s level. The moment Su Mo stepped off the bus, he became the center of attention, drawing stares from every direction.
One bold guy even approached, asking for his contact—only to be yanked back by Wang Ye’s subordinates.
The teams fell into formation, awaiting orders.
Then—
BANG!
A gunshot split the air, sending a ripple of shock through the ranks. The boys whooped in excitement.
“Holy crap, guns! We get to use guns?!”
Only Wang Ye and his team smirked, as if they knew something the others didn’t.