Gao Feng's voice was hushed, as if this small envelope carried immense weight.
"An invitation from Jingzhou."
"This invitation was delivered through channels I couldn't refuse."
"All I know is that they expended considerable effort to locate you."
"They believe you're the most suitable candidate."
Ji Wushuang took the envelope.
She opened it.
Inside was a black card bearing a single line of text:
"Mr. Lu Chenyuan cordially invites Ms. Ji Wushuang to meet in Jingzhou."
Below were a time and an address.
No phone number. No contact person.
Just that simple line.
Lu Chenyuan.
The name was unfamiliar.
"What kind of mission is this?" she asked.
"I don't know."
Gao Feng shook his head.
"This isn't a mission."
"It's a choice."
He looked into Ji Wushuang's eyes.
"Wushuang, you've already given enough for this country, for the military."
"The blood you've shed, the wounds you've endured—they're enough to earn you the most distinguished medal."
"Now, you have the chance to choose a different path."
"To see the world beyond."
"There will be danger. There will be challenges."
"But there are also sights you'll never witness within the barracks."
"Go."
Gao Feng's voice carried a trace of reluctance.
But more than that, it held encouragement and expectation.
"Go... and live for yourself, just once."
Ji Wushuang held the black card.
It was light.
Yet it felt heavier than any gear she'd ever carried.
On one end was the military camp—the place where she'd devoted her youth.
Her comrades. Her honors. Her past.
On the other end was a completely unknown world, full of variables.
She stood at the crossroads of her life.
This time, she felt no hesitation.
Her heart was calm.
She remembered Wang Meng's desolate face.
She remembered the golden ginkgo leaf in Chen Lei's letter.
She remembered the absurdity of her last mission.
She made her choice.
Saluting Gao Feng with flawless military precision, she bid her final farewell to the past.
"Reporting, Colonel!"
Her voice was clear and firm.
"I accept this invitation."
......
Two days later.
Jingzhou.
The high-speed train arrived at Jingzhou West Station.
Ji Wushuang stepped off.
Dressed in simple black athletic wear, she carried only light luggage.
As she exited the station, the city sprawled before her—towering buildings, endless streams of traffic.
A world apart from the military base she knew.
She glanced up at the sky. It didn't seem as blue as the skies over the barracks.
Then, she sensed a gaze upon her.
Turning, she saw a well-dressed man in gold-rimmed glasses approaching.
"Ms. Ji Wushuang?"
The man stopped before her, his tone polite and composed.
Ji Wushuang studied him.
Unfazed by her scrutiny, he maintained a professional smile.
"Ms. Ji, I'm Lin Yuan, Mr. Lu Chenyuan's assistant."
He explained,
"Mr. Lu sent me to escort you."
Ji Wushuang nodded.
Lin Yuan gestured toward the parking lot.
A sleek black sedan glided silently to meet them.
Once inside, the car merged into the city's flow, weaving through its vibrant streets.
Ji Wushuang watched the scenery flash by—billboards, shopping centers, hurried pedestrians.
Her gaze remained detached, like an observer.
None of this belonged to her world.
At least, not yet.
The car arrived at an antique-style courtyard but didn't pause.
Security personnel, recognizing the vehicle and Lin Yuan, promptly opened the gates.
This place was called "Tingxue Lou"—one of Jingzhou's most exclusive private clubs, inaccessible to mere wealth.
Inside lay an elegant southern-style garden.
Rock formations, flowing water, winding paths.
When the car stopped, Lin Yuan opened her door.
"Ms. Ji, this way."
Ji Wushuang followed.
Her eyes swept the surroundings.
Every corner of the courtyard was immaculate.
The air carried a faint sandalwood fragrance.
Here, silence reigned, isolating them from the city's clamor.
Lin Yuan halted before a tea room labeled "Guanyun."
He opened the door.
"Mr. Lu, Ms. Ji has arrived."
Ji Wushuang entered.
The tea room was spacious yet minimally furnished—just a tea table and a few wooden chairs.
A man was brewing tea.
Dressed in a tailored gray suit, his movements harmonized strangely well with the ritual.
Ji Wushuang's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
She'd met many so-called important figures—generals, regional leaders.
They exuded authority and presence.
But this man was different.
Young—perhaps mid-twenties.
Exceptionally handsome.
Yet his eyes were deep as an ocean.
Calm, yet containing immeasurable power.
He lacked a general's battlefield ferocity.
Instead, he radiated absolute confidence and control.
"Ms. Ji, please sit."
Lu Chenyuan's voice was even, betraying no emotion.
He gestured to the chair opposite.
Ji Wushuang sat.
Her posture remained military-perfect—back straight, hands on knees.
Lu Chenyuan poured her tea himself.
The aroma was rich.
"Did Colonel Gao explain?"
He asked.
"He gave me an invitation."
Ji Wushuang replied succinctly.
"Good."
Lu Chenyuan nodded.
"I'd like to hire you as my sister Lu Qianqian's personal security consultant."
"For one year."
"Possibly longer."
Cutting straight to the point, he slid a file toward her.
"Her profile."
Ji Wushuang picked it up.
The first page showed Lu Qianqian's photo.
A beautiful girl.
Large eyes, fair skin.
A sweet, innocent smile.
Like a princess from a fairy tale.
One word flashed through Ji Wushuang's mind:
Porcelain doll.
Delicate. Lovely. Fragile.
She skimmed the details.
Lu Qianqian, eighteen.
Incoming freshman at Jingzhou University.
Raised in elite privilege.
Sheltered by her family.
Her record was spotless—almost blank.
The only notable detail: volunteering at a community kitchen for the past month.
Ji Wushuang's brow furrowed slightly.
Protecting a pampered young heiress?
This sounded more like high-end babysitting than a task requiring someone like her.
She didn't quite understand.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?