The next morning, Feng Ye lay listlessly on the sofa.
Just as he’d expected… his little sister had indeed crept to his bed in the dead of night, her face tear-streaked and pitiful, whimpering about a stomachache.
So Feng Ye spent the whole night massaging her tiny belly with Spirit Energy. Eventually, Coco drifted off in his arms, clutching his arm with a satisfied sigh. But Feng Ye barely closed his eyes. By dawn, he dragged himself up to make breakfast, utterly drained.
After finally sending off his sister—who’d been faking illness—he collapsed back onto the sofa, too exhausted to move.
“Ugh, I wasn’t even this tired fighting the Dark Lord back then,” Feng Ye thought, rubbing his temples. That battle on the Radiant Land had raged for seven days and seven nights.
The Dark Lord had led a million-strong coalition into human lands. The Holy Light Church, backed by imperial troops and Awakened warriors, held the line. Feng Ye had killed until his hands went numb. Later, he carved through the entire army alone to duel the Dark Lord. That clash shattered mountain peaks and flattened the battlefield—a godlike fury tearing through the heavens.
Of course, he’d taken heavy wounds too. It took months to fully recover.
Come to think of it, he’d met Stella during that very war on the Radiant Land.
Luckily, no missions today. In the group chat, Lin Tang had mentioned their dad was taking them out—no tasks for days.
Feng Ye could finally rest at home. If not for the Overdeity punishing unauthorized world-hopping, he’d have rushed to the Radiant Land for Stella’s comfort already.
“Might as well take a bath first…”
He ruffled his hair. Missing one night’s sleep wouldn’t harm his body, but the grogginess clung like a fog. With nothing demanding his focus, his mind felt hollow. A bath would help.
But as Feng Ye reached for the bathroom door, he froze. A cold glint flashed in his eyes. The instant his fingers brushed the handle, a magic array’s ripple shivered through the air. He’d triggered a trap—and whoever was inside would know. His aura turned icy, oppressive.
When had this happened?
He yanked the door open. Had he been too distracted by his sister last night? Or was the intruder just that strong? He hadn’t sensed a thing—his own bathroom invaded!
A concealment-and-detection array was set right at the threshold. The irony stung.
Peace had dulled his instincts. He’d never imagined an intruder here.
Killing intent flared as Feng Ye prepared to teach the fool a lesson—then he froze again at the doorway.
The “malicious intruder” he’d braced for lay unconscious on the white porcelain floor. Blood pooled beneath her, vivid crimson stark against the tiles.
“What the…”
Feng Ye stared, stunned. The petite figure had striking silver hair. A tall wizard hat lay discarded nearby. He recognized her instantly—the girl from yesterday’s ice cream shop. Her table had been stacked with glass cups, unforgettable.
He’d never thought he’d find an unconscious silver-haired loli in his bathroom.
But seeing the alarming bloodstain and the frost-frozen wound on her abdomen—barely stemming the flow—he sighed softly. Gently, he lifted her from the floor.
He didn’t know where she came from. But he couldn’t let a girl his sister’s age die here.
...
Elsewhere, in a small reception room at the Awakened Association, figures in eccentric outfits sat on one side of a round table. Opposite them, a man idly rubbed a black ring, his gaze flat. “Guests from the Holy Land,” he began, “I need details about last night’s attack on Block A-03, District 8.”
“Our scouts found magical residue at the scene,” he continued, sliding a file across the table. “Power unique to your Holy Land, isn’t it?”
Photos showed a ravaged street—craters, cracks, and lingering ice shards.
“This power…”
Their breaths hitched; pupils dilated.
“You clearly know something,” the ring man said coolly. “Explain last night’s fight. The Association permits your entry—but not reckless power use in the city.”
“Who are you?” Martha suppressed her unease, eyeing the man’s barely concealed aura.
“Fang Yu. Vice President of Haven City’s Awakened Association. I oversee all Holy Land visitors. Cooperate. I won’t tolerate threats to this city.”
“So this is Fang Yu,” Gaojiasuo muttered, eyes wide. Before arriving, they’d studied Holy Land intel—key figures to watch, mostly S-Class Awakened and Association leaders. Fang Yu topped the list.
Silence hung. Then their knight-leader spoke. “We know little. We weren’t there during the battle.”
Fang Yu frowned. “You’re the only Holy Land visitors here.”
“Our application stated our purpose,” the knight replied. “We’re hunting Falos, former White Robe Regent of the Holy Land. Now a secret member of the Black Soul Organization. He infiltrated Haven City before us—but the Association doubted us.”
Fang Yu stayed silent.
“The shadow energy your scouts detected?” the knight pressed. “That’s Falos’s power. Help us track him. The Black Soul Organization threatens you too, doesn’t it?”
Fang Yu paused. “I’ll report this to the President. But first—who fought Falos if you weren’t there?”
“Well…” The knight hesitated.
“The other is a prodigy mage from our Holy Land,” Martha cut in. “Falos abducted her, forcing her toward the Black Soul Organization. Our elders say she’ll reach the Sacred Domain within five years.”
“Last night’s battle was likely her escape attempt,” Martha added gravely. “If Falos takes her to their territory, she’ll become a catastrophic threat. Your Association can’t ignore that.”
Fang Yu’s expression shifted. The Sacred Domain meant transcendent power—rare strategic assets. With the Black Soul Organization growing through the Overdeity’s world, letting them recruit such talents could doom the Association someday.
After studying Martha’s earnest eyes, Fang Yu exhaled slowly. “I understand. I’ll push for assistance in capturing the traitor and retrieving your prodigy. But provide detailed profiles of both to our staff.”
“Naturally,” Martha agreed instantly. “Capture Falos, and the Holy Land will reward your Association handsomely.”
“Hmm.” Fang Yu nodded. “Hand the profiles to the staff arriving shortly. I’ll report to the President now. You’re free to go—we’ll contact you.”
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