Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Su Yingxue rushed to the highest boulder and shouted, âThose who want to survive, stop!â
The female slaves who were frantically searching for food and fighting initially paid no attention.
It wasnât until she brandished the red jade soft whip with a crack sound, leaving a resounding echo, that it whipped through the air and left a deep mark on the mountain rock.
The female slaves were all stunned by the display of strength and authority.
They were all people who had survived on the edge of life and death. They more or less had some survival skills, and they were people who would do anything to survive.
Yet, they were all awed by Su Yingxueâs authority.
Although Su Yingxueâs figure was slender, her face devoid of color, pale to the point of translucence, her words carried an unwavering forcefulness. âInstead of fighting like this and only one person survives, why donât we work together and let everyone survive?
âYou make it sound simple. Thereâs only enough food in the forest for one person, and what about the wild beasts? How will we survive?â someone immediately countered.
âYeah, you just want to be the lone survivor and let the rest of us die here!â
Those who had made it here were all selfish and fearless, driven solely by the desire to live.
âThe forestâs food may only sustain one person, but arenât there enough wild beasts in the forest for multiple people to share? If we hold out for seven days, everyone can make it out alive. Continuing to fight is akin to living in purgatory. How do you intend to survive?â Su Yingxueâs questioning pierced straight into their souls.
How to surviveâ¦
These individuals, who had narrowly escaped death, had never been allowed to choose how to live.
But now, Su Yingxue had presented them with that chance!
Rong Sheng had endured a night of torment. When she awoke, her lips were already bruised from biting. As usual, she cleaned herself before returning to the bed. With a cold, otherworldly beauty, she declared, âI want to see Su Yingxue.â
The morning sunlight streamed in, illuminating the naked man on the bed. His muscular chest and smooth muscles exuded strength. Lazily reclining with his hands behind his head, he presented a captivating sight.
His tone was lazy as he responded, âWhatâs there to see about Su Yingxue?â
Was Su Yingxue more appealing to him?
Was her body more appealing to him?
Rong Sheng had no interest in his body whatsoever. Each time such a situation arose, it was torture for her. She only wished for it to end, feeling nothing more.
She left Chu Yifeng with a cold back. She stated, â Su Yingxue needs time to recover. If you want to train in a place like the back mountain, you should wait until sheâs better. Let her out first, and let me heal her.â
âTsk!â
The man sat up on the bed, still naked, with a few strands of hair falling across his chest. His lazy, sexy demeanor accompanied his low voice. âSince when did Senior Sister become so soft-hearted? When you threw me in, you werenât concerned about my injuries.â
At that time, he had lost an arm and was on the brink of death, far worse off than Su Yingxue.
But Rong Sheng had never worried about him.
However, when he survived and climbed out of the back mountain, she glanced at him coldly. âConsider yourself lucky.â
She was cold and merciless.
Now, she was worried about Su Yingxue. âSenior Sister, Iâm jealous.â
He enveloped Rong Sheng in his arms, his naked body pressing against her, lazily nuzzling her neck. His heavy breath engulfed her.
Rong Sheng sank into her memories, her heart freezing.
That year, Chu Yifeng was thrown into the back mountain. To fulfill Wu Daoâs training, if he didnât survive, Wu Dao would kill him.
She couldnât save him, only watch helplessly.
Every day he spent there was endless torment for her.
Finally, she managed to endure and see him.
But she feared that her tears would extinguish the fighting spirit he had cultivated so painstakingly.
The will to survive.
So she pretended to be cold, offering no comfort and saying those words to him.
Rong Sheng closed her eyes, banishing irrelevant thoughts from her mind. âChu Yifeng, stop joking. If she dies, our plan will fail. If we canât kill Wu Dao, weâll all die!â
Wu Dao would eventually realize that Chu Yifeng didnât possess the soul he desired.
He was simply Chu Yifeng.
Unlike Han Yuwen, who obediently followed Wu Daoâs orders, she had always desired to kill this person and end the worldâs evil!
Just like her senior sister, Long Shuli!
When Wu Dao realized that Beiling City wasnât completely under his control, she, who had transmigrated into Princess Beilingâs body, would surely meet her end!