Question: What does it feel like when the woman you’ve been longing for—someone who embodies both beauty and dominance—appears before you at your most desperate moment?
Wang He had something to say about that.
As he watched his beloved descend from above, gripping a battle blade with the aura of a wrathful deity, he was utterly dumbfounded.
“Qingyi?”
“My surname is Ye!” Su Mo felt a deep irritation at Wang He’s casual use of Ye Qingyi’s name.
“Given our relationship… Ah—” A bloodcurdling scream pierced the sky.
Wang He’s towering frame was slammed to the ground by Su Mo’s fist, powerless to resist. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Just then, the revenant’s blade came down. Wang He thought his life was over—until Su Mo grabbed his shoulder and yanked him out of harm’s way.
“I knew you still… Ugh!” Another palm strike to his chest finally made Wang He cough up a mouthful of blood.
“You talk way too damn much.” Grumbling, Su Mo dragged him around haphazardly until she spotted the other survivor Wang He had fled with earlier, hiding in the distance. She deliberately slowed down and sheathed her blade.
“Ahhh!” Su Mo let out a scream as she was “sent flying,” landing near the hiding man. Meanwhile, Wang He—now abandoned—was swiftly cut down by the revenant.
She “struggled” to her feet, “accidentally” noticing the unlucky guy in the bushes.
“Help me.” She gasped, feigning injury, her beautiful face etched with despair.
Unsurprisingly, when faced with life or death, even the prettiest girl wasn’t worth risking one’s neck for. The boy refused, bolting away without a second glance.
Su Mo’s lips curled slightly as she drew her weapon again from her white jade ring.
No need to keep up the act now that her goal was achieved.
Wang He’s body had already been torn apart by the revenant, blood splattering the surrounding grass.
Just as the creature turned to chase its next victim—
Thunk!
A blade suddenly filled its vision, piercing straight through its skull. With another flash, half its head was gone.
In a way, this was already the third “person” Su Mo had directly killed—even if they were just revenants.
Calmly collecting her spoils, she glanced at the thoroughly deceased Wang He and felt a deep satisfaction.
The white-furred monkey leaped down from a tree but hesitated, keeping its distance.
“I only kill enemies. I’m quite friendly to allies.” Su Mo grinned, her blood-smeared face making the monkey flinch, its fur standing on end.
She scoffed. “And here I thought the Monkey King had guts. Pathetic.”
White-Furred Monkey: “@#$%&!…”
Jingshan Training Base – Central Command
Yang Jie sat at the head of the command room, his brow tightly furrowed. The others barely dared to breathe, waiting for his orders.
“What, everyone’s mute now? Speak up!” His expression was stormy.
A chubby man forced himself to answer. “Commander Yang, my team just reported more student corpses—same as before, torn to pieces…”
The room fell deathly silent, everyone holding their breath, afraid to provoke their short-tempered leader.
(Short in stature, that is—not age.)
“Hmph.” Yang Jie nodded grimly, standing up. His gaze locked onto a young man at the leftmost seat. “Any response yet from the Elder Council?”
“…No.” The youth lowered his head, avoiding eye contact.
Yang Jie’s long-suppressed fury neared eruption. The tables, chairs, and windows trembled as if before a volcanic explosion.
Yet he restrained himself, forcing calm. “If those old fools won’t act, we’ll save our students ourselves!”
An elderly advisor sighed. “Commander, we’re already stretched thin, especially with part of our forces investigating the ancient tomb—”
“What about the military? If Jingshan’s in crisis, it’s their responsibility too!”
“But without the Elder Council’s orders, they can’t mobilize…”
“When the general is away, even the emperor’s orders may be disobeyed!” Yang Jie roared. “I’ll drag them here if I have to. If the higher-ups want to punish someone, I’ll take the blame!”
The moment he finished, a young man at the far end of the table collapsed—fainted from sheer terror.
A middle-aged man nearby used the chance to help him up, discreetly gulping in fresh air. Damn, that was intense.
“Old Li, you handle things here. I’m going to the military camp myself. Let’s see if they dare refuse!” Without another word, Yang Jie stormed out.
Only after a long silence did the room exhale collectively, turning to the elder called “Old Li.”
Old Li chuckled. “That’s just the commander’s temper—cold outside, warm inside. Besides, he is worried about the students.”
His “reassurance” calmed the newer members, earning a few teasing remarks from the veterans.
“Alright, move out.” Old Li’s kindly expression vanished, replaced by stern authority.
“Yes, sir!”
Everyone here was either a squad leader or an elite from the Special Operations Unit—the backbone of the North Star Organization.
Once the room cleared, Old Li approached the fainted youth, patting his shoulder. “Not bad, kid. You lasted longer than some. A few of them cried within a minute—some even wet themselves.”
The boy couldn’t help but laugh, his confidence returning.
So I’m not the only one who got scared?
He stood tall. “Vice-Commander, assign me a mission!”
“You’ll stick with me. It’s your first operation, after all.” Old Li’s grandfatherly smile returned.
“Oh…” The boy’s disappointment was obvious. To him, real excitement was on the front lines—staying in the rear felt like a joke.
“Don’t underestimate this. You’re not here to slack off. Your job is to ensure my safety.” Old Li saw right through him.
“Understood!” The boy’s voice rang with newfound determination.
Old Li smiled.
Ah, youth. So easy to motivate.
That same day, over 80% of Jingshan’s forces deployed into the mountains.
Meanwhile, the students sent for the assessment began returning—many wounded, though none critically.
But those covered in white sheets… would never rise again.