Ji Wushuang's few short sentences were like a beam of light.
It illuminated all the confusion and fear in Lu Qianqian's heart.
She seemed to understand a little.
Where Ji Wushuang's extraordinary calm and strength came from.
It wasn't numbness or indifference.
It was a will of steel, tempered through countless instances of coexisting with fear.
"What do we do after daybreak?"
Lu Qianqian asked.
"Xia's peacekeeping forces will come for us,"
Ji Wushuang replied.
She took a satellite phone from her backpack.
"I've already sent a distress signal."
Lu Qianqian was stunned.
"When did you..."
"While you were crying."
Ji Wushuang's answer remained terse and to the point.
Lu Qianqian looked at her, feeling an indescribable warmth surge in her heart.
Sister Wushuang always thinks further and does more than you.
She arranges everything meticulously.
That night, Lu Qianqian slept deeply.
She lay beside Ji Wushuang inside this abandoned church.
She had no more nightmares.
The next morning.
The roar of helicopter blades woke them.
A helicopter painted with the flag of Xia was circling above the church.
The rescue had arrived.
The helicopter landed on the open ground in front of the church.
After the hatch opened, several fully armed peacekeeping soldiers jumped out.
Leading them was a major with dark skin and sharp eyes.
He saw Ji Wushuang and paused.
Then, an expression of disbelief spread across his face.
"Wushuang?"
"Black Wolf."
Ji Wushuang nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
The major called Black Wolf walked over quickly.
He seemed to want to give Ji Wushuang a hug.
But seeing her cool gaze, he awkwardly lowered his arms.
"You... what are you doing here?"
"Mission."
Ji Wushuang pointed at Lu Qianqian.
"This is my protectee."
"We need support to rescue two people from the Walu tribe."
Black Wolf glanced at Lu Qianqian, then back at Ji Wushuang.
His eyes held some confusion, but he didn't ask further, simply nodding decisively.
"Get on the aircraft."
"Team Four, with me!"
With the peacekeeping forces joining, the rescue operation became straightforward.
When they returned to the Walu tribe,
the conflict was over, leaving only devastation in its wake.
Uncle Zhao, Lin Ke, and the black man were all still alive.
Seeing the rescue troops, they were all moved to tears.
Lu Qianqian watched this scene.
She watched those well-equipped, highly trained soldiers.
She watched the food, medicine, and sense of security they brought.
For the first time, a clear and powerful thought sprouted in her heart.
Kindness and courage are not enough.
Compassion and a sense of duty are also not enough.
To protect the people you want to protect in a world like this.
To change this goddamn reality.
You must possess power of your own.
Real, formidable, unrivaled power.
This thought, like a seed, quietly took root and began to sprout in Lu Qianqian's heart.
...
The peacekeeping soldiers secured the area.
They were clearing the bodies and treating the wounded.
The air was thick with the foul stench of death and the smell of disinfectant.
Uncle Zhao and Lin Ke had already been stabilized and were waiting to return to the city.
Their injuries weren't serious; they were not in life-threatening danger.
The major called Black Wolf walked over to Ji Wushuang.
His real name was Li Feng.
"We've examined the bodies," Li Feng said, his voice heavy.
"Most are civilians from the Walu tribe."
"The others are from the neighboring Kutu tribe."
"Initial assessment points to tribal conflict."
Ji Wushuang looked at the body of one of the raiders.
"Tribal conflicts use new M4 rifles?" Ji Wushuang asked.
"Their tactical coordination didn't seem like a ragtag mob."
Li Feng fell silent.
He had noticed it too.
These men's equipment and tactical discipline were too good.
They didn't seem like ordinary tribal militia.
More like... well-trained mercenaries.
"Nothing was left on-site that could prove their identity,"
Li Feng said.
"People from the Walu tribe say the Kutu tribe recently received a batch of mysterious weapon supplies."
"The supplier is untraceable."
"This matter is complicated. We will continue investigating."
Ji Wushuang asked no more.
She knew that without evidence, everything was just speculation.
But in her mind, she already had a vague direction.
To be able to quietly arm a tribal force here,
and meticulously erase all traces...
behind it, there must be a powerful faction.
Lu Qianqian walked over.
Her face was still pale, but her eyes were unusually calm.
She just watched everything quietly.
Watched the soldiers load cold bodies onto trucks.
Watched the surviving villagers search numbly through the rubble for their families.
An old man from the Walu tribe held his grandson's body and wept bitterly.
...
The next day.
On the ruins of the Walu tribe, Xia's peacekeeping forces set up a temporary mediation center.
Li Feng invited elders from the Walu tribe and the neighboring Kutu tribe, who had launched the attack, for talks.
The atmosphere in the mediation center was tense, like drawn bows.
The enmity between the two tribes ran deep.
This massacre had pushed the hatred to its peak.
The Walu elder denounced the other side's atrocities.
The Kutu elder argued that the Walu people had stolen their water source first.
Representatives from both tribes argued incessantly.
Lu Qianqian was on the other side, responsible for distributing relief supplies.
Food, medicine, clean drinking water.
Lu Qianqian was no longer just an observer.
She began trying to communicate with the women and children using the rudimentary local language she had learned from materials.
Her pronunciation was strange, but her smile and eyes were sincere.
The children weren't afraid of this outsider at all.
One little girl even tugged gently on her clothes.
She offered half of the biscuit she had just received to Lu Qianqian.
Looking into the little girl's eyes, still clear despite the suffering,
Lu Qianqian felt that everything she was doing was worthwhile.
Ji Wushuang stood not far away.
Her mission was to protect Lu Qianqian.
But her gaze remained fixed on a man among the Kutu tribe representatives.
That man was named Tarik.
He was the Kutu chieftain's brother.
Throughout the mediation process, he behaved with abnormal agitation.
He constantly incited hateful rhetoric.
Accused the Xia peacekeeping forces of being "hypocritical invaders."
His eyes burned with a fanatical, reckless fire.
Moreover, he kept glancing involuntarily in Lu Qianqian's direction.
His hand would subconsciously touch his waist and abdomen.
These were all extremely dangerous signals.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
