HDRDTH -Chapter 115 Strike When He’s Weak, Take His Life!

Master bedroom of Jinshuiwan No. 1 Villa.

Thick blackout curtains blocked out all light. The room was dim and silent.

Yu Xian lay on the large leather bed, his only sign of life being a faint, steady pulse.

It had already been three days.

Wang Fei, dressed in simple home clothes, held a basin of warm water. She wrung out a towel and carefully wiped Yu Xian’s hand, her movements so gentle she seemed afraid of disturbing something unknown.

Sister Chen stood outside the door, stamping her feet in anxiety, clutching a thick stack of breach-of-contract notices.

“Madam… are you really planning to cancel all ninety-nine upcoming shows?” Sister Chen lowered her voice, sweating profusely. “The sponsors are blowing up our phones! The gates of Star Emperor Entertainment are being trampled down by scalpers! You’re now a military-certified tactical instructor! If we stop now, we’ll owe four hundred million in damages!”

Wang Fei didn’t even turn her head. She placed the towel back into the basin.

“We’ll pay it,” she said softly, without the slightest hesitation.

“Mr. Yu used his physical body to withstand the backlash of the earth veins for Huaxia. His life and death are unknown. How could I possibly stand on a stage and sing right now?”

She gently adjusted the hair on Yu Xian’s forehead.

“Announce it to the public. Say that Heavenly Queen Wang Fei is on indefinite hiatus until Mr. Yu wakes up.”

Sister Chen opened her mouth but couldn’t say a word. In the end, she stomped her foot and went to make the calls.

In the corner, Li Yao was holding a rag, mechanically wiping a vase. She had not slept for three days either.

She stared at Yu Xian’s rising and falling chest, cold sweat covering her forehead.

The Japanese intelligence network was pressing her every day for updates on Yu Xian’s condition, but she didn’t dare report a single word.

Ordinary people might think Yu Xian was just exhausted, but Li Yao had been trained. She knew better.

This wasn’t a coma at all.

In a normal coma, metabolism slows down. But Yu Xian’s breathing rhythm was perfectly synchronized with the pulse of Jiangcheng’s underground water system. Every hour and fifteen minutes, he would let out a long, steady snore. At the exact same second, the Jiangcheng Seismological Bureau’s instruments would register a tiny geomagnetic spike.

He was resonating in sync.

He was using his own body to suppress the disturbed dragon vein beneath Wild Boar Gully.

Li Yao’s hands trembled violently.

Using a mortal body to control crustal energy—this was something only seen in myths.

Beijing, Supreme Military Command Center.

The red warning lights on the giant screen had been flashing for three full days and nights.

Chu Feng burst into Old General Li’s office, an encrypted dossier under his arm.

“General Li! The Academy of Sciences’ analysis report is out!” Chu Feng slammed the folder onto the desk, his eyes bloodshot.

Old General Li immediately stood up.

“How is the ‘Yellow Springs’ device?”

“The academicians have all gone insane,” Chu Feng said, swallowing hard. He pointed at a photo in the report.

It showed Yu Xian’s footprint—made by a pair of ten-yuan plastic slippers.

“But!” Chu Feng flipped to the next page. “The scan shows that not only was the alloy casing destroyed, but the force actually penetrated the physical layer and forcibly formatted the quantum detonation program at its base!”

Old General Li sucked in a breath, his magnifying glass dropping onto the desk.

“Physically… formatting a quantum program?”

“Yes! The Academy director said this is a paradox under all known human science!”

Chu Feng’s throat was dry.

“Unless… Mr. Yu’s kick exceeded the speed of light, causing local time reversal, directly erasing the program’s execution logic!”

Old General Li placed both hands on the desk, his chest rising and falling violently.

“How is Mr. Yu now?”

“He is still asleep at Jinshuiwan. Brainwave activity is nearly stagnant,” Chu Feng said, worried. “The medical team does not dare approach him.”

“Do NOT enter! Absolutely no one is allowed near him!” Old General Li grabbed the red emergency phone.

His voice thundered.

“Order all branches of the armed forces into highest combat readiness!”

“If Mr. Yu was able to forcibly erase a quantum program, then he must now be engaged in a life-and-death battle with hidden high-dimensional enemies in the spiritual realm!”

“He is standing alone on the front line—we cannot allow any disturbance from the rear!”

“Any hostile force approaching Jiangcheng—kill on sight!”

The entire Chinese command structure shook violently.

Meanwhile, in the civilian world, Yu Xian’s three-day sleep triggered a massive tsunami.

The criminal investigation system was completely overwhelmed.

In Jiangcheng Police Bureau, phones were ringing nonstop.

Three days ago, geomagnetic anomalies near Wild Boar Gully caused dozens of fugitives hiding in Jiangcheng to experience unbearable low-frequency ringing in their ears—forcing them to voluntarily surrender at police stations.

Inside the police force, Yu Xian’s photo had been placed in the center of the archives room. Officers now saluted it at every shift change.

The fishing world had gone completely insane.

Old Man An set up a stall under the big banyan tree in his village.

“I saw it with my own eyes!” he shouted, shirtless and spitting wildly. “With a nine-yuan fishing rod, he pulled up the Chiwen beast head of Yu the Great’s flood control legend!”

“He’s not fishing for fish anymore—he’s fishing for the fate of the nation!”

Within three days, Wild Boar Gully was completely surrounded by tens of thousands of anglers from across the country.

Fishing rods filled the muddy ground like a forest. No bait. No hooks.

They simply sat in silence, eyes closed, trying to sense the faint high-dimensional aura Yu Xian had left behind.

In stark contrast, thousands of kilometers away in Tokyo, fifty meters underground intelligence center:

The cork of a champagne bottle shot into the ceiling.

Sato Marufujii, head wrapped in bandages, sat in a command chair, raising a glass with manic joy.

“Gentlemen! Cheers!”

Dozens of senior intelligence officers raised their glasses. The room was filled with cheerful laughter.

Just moments ago, intercepted signals confirmed it:

The devil Yu Xian—who destroyed Japan’s northern intelligence network, extorted ten billion dollars, and even brainwashed 80,000 people in China with a children’s song—had finally collapsed.

“The Director’s foresight is divine!” the chief analyst said smugly. “Yu Xian attempted to withstand the ‘Yellow Springs’ energy impact with his mortal body. According to Chinese medical data, his brain activity is nearly zero. This is the ultimate backlash of interfering with the earth veins!”

Sato Marufujii took a sip of champagne, eyes gleaming with malice.

“Heaven’s punishment can be avoided, but self-inflicted doom cannot be survived.”

He slammed the glass down.

“He thought crushing one bomb would save Jiangcheng? Naïve.”

His veins bulged as he leaned over the console.

“Activate all dormant agents! Since he’s incapacitated—strike while he’s weak, take his life!”

“Begin contingency plan!” he snarled. “In three days, the Chinese East Sea Fleet will conduct a routine patrol. Deploy our ‘Deep Sea’ assets and release the latest sonar bait into international waters.”

“I will lure their entire fleet straight into the Mariana Trench death fault!”

Jinshuiwan No. 1 Villa.

Night deepened.

Wang Fei fell asleep by the bedside.

Su Wanyi was tutoring Su Zi in the next room.

Li Yao stood at the door in perfect military posture.

2:00 AM.

Yu Xian, lying motionless on the bed, suddenly furrowed his brows.

In his dream—the white mist-filled riverbank—

He stared fixedly at the old fisherman who had just turned his head.