Jinshui Bay No.1 Villa, entrance hall.
Wang Fei’s eyes burned with fanatic determination. Chen Jie nodded repeatedly.
“Mr. Yu, rest assured.” Wang Fei said firmly. “Ninety-nine performances, ninety-nine formation nodes. I will engrave this ‘sing-dance-rap’ tactical system into the DNA of every citizen of Huaxia. I won’t pay a single cent in penalties—and I will even earn back all the enemy capital’s money!”
Chen Jie clenched her fist beside her.
“The entire Xinghuang Entertainment Group will cancel all vacations! We’ll prepare venues overnight!”
The two of them rushed out of the villa like a storm.
Yu Xian sighed and closed the door.
“Insane.”
He muttered under his breath and walked toward the backyard, carrying the priceless metal rod.
Tokyo, 50 meters underground intelligence center.
Sō Takamarufu slumped in his command chair, the bandage on his forehead soaked with bright red blood.
The main screen continuously displayed Chinese military announcements and Wang Fei’s nationwide 99-show tour route.
The chief analyst was drenched in sweat, typing furiously. He overlaid the concert map with an ancient Huaxia ley-line diagram.
“Sir!”
His voice trembled as he pointed at the screen.
“These ninety-nine venues—every single one aligns perfectly with the dragon vein nodes of Huaxia’s nine provinces!”
Sō Takamarufu’s pupils shrank violently.
“Combined with Yu Xian’s intercepted ‘T’ message…” the analyst swallowed hard, “T doesn’t only mean Target. In mysticism, the T-shape represents the ‘cross of judgment.’”
“He is not targeting our East Sea fleet. He is using these ninety-nine concerts as formation nodes to activate a high-dimensional defensive network over all of China… and simultaneously deliver a final judgment on the fate of the Great Japanese Empire!”
Sō Takamarufu gripped the armrest so tightly his fingernails cracked.
“And the submarines in the East Sea?”
A communications officer stood up, pale as death.
“They sent a distress signal. The surrounding seawater temperature is rising abnormally. All sonar systems are burned out. The Chinese East Sea Fleet never even deployed—it was Yu Xian! He used geomagnetic resonance to lock our submarines in place… they’ve become iron coffins on the ocean floor!”
Sō Takamarufu looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
“Cancel the operation.”
His voice was hoarse.
“Order all agents in China to destroy communications immediately and enter indefinite silence. No one moves without my order.”
“And Nightingale?”
Sō Takamarufu took a deep breath.
“She stays in Jinshui Bay. Mission changed. Forget intelligence gathering. Serve Yu Xian at all costs. The survival of the empire now depends on whether she can properly pour a cup of tea.”
Jinshui Bay Villa.
Li Yao stood in the bathroom, staring at the red instruction on her encrypted device.
[Indefinite silence. Full-time service of target. The fate of the empire depends on you.]
Her hands turned ice cold.
She dropped the device into the toilet and flushed it away. The water carried her identity as an imperial agent into oblivion.
From this moment on, she was no longer Nightingale.
She was Yu Xian’s personal maid.
She entered the kitchen, selected the finest premium Dahongpao tea, and brewed it with precisely 85°C water.
Taking a deep breath, she walked toward the backyard.
Backyard.
Yu Xian stood beside a flowerbed of precious Chinese junipers, holding the “magnetic-fluid spiritual amplification device.”
He used it like a shovel, stabbing it into the soil.
The military-grade rod had no tip at all.
“What a useless thing.”
He frowned and pried up the dirt, digging out two thick black-red earthworms.
He stood up, brushing off his hands.
His gaze fell on the metal rod resting on the stone table.
No line. No hook.
“Fish beneath the water, hook in the heart.”
He recalled Jiang Ziya’s words from his dream.
He picked up the rod.
The red vertical mark on his palm suddenly burned hot.
He focused his mind, staring at the tip.
A faint low-frequency hum filled the air.
Li Yao’s eyes widened—she forgot to breathe.
The two earthworms slowly floated up from the stone table, suspended three inches above the rod’s tip with no physical support whatsoever.
“…Field formation… activated…”
Her mind went blank.
Yu Xian also froze.
He swung the rod slightly.
The floating worms followed perfectly.
He turned toward the koi pond in the center of the yard.
With a flick of his wrist—
WHOOSH!
The air tore open with a sharp sonic crack.
The two worms shot forward like bullets.
The water surface didn’t splash.
Instead, it was forcibly pushed apart by an invisible force, forming a two-meter-wide vacuum crater revealing the bottom stones.
A half-meter koi was pinned at the bottom.
The worms hovered at its mouth.
The koi instinctively swallowed them.
Yu Xian lifted his wrist slightly.
The invisible force collapsed inward.
The massive koi shot out of the pond and landed on the grass with a dull thud.
The water returned instantly to calm.
Yu Xian stared at the wriggling fish, then at the rod.
It actually works.
Jiang Ziya wasn’t lying.
“CLANG!”
A tea tray crashed onto the ground.
Li Yao dropped to her knees, forehead touching the grass.
“Mr. Yu…”
Her voice trembled uncontrollably.
Yu Xian turned.
“What now?”
“I… I slipped.”
He sighed.
“Clean the fish. We’ll have it braised tonight.”
She scrambled away clutching the koi.
Yu Xian sat down on a stone bench, exhausted.
He powered on his phone.
It rang immediately—Xinghuang Entertainment, Lin Jianguo.
“Mr. Yu!”
His voice was ecstatic.
“Total victory! Absolute victory!”
“Spit it out.”
“Sonyc Entertainment’s entire China division filed for bankruptcy five minutes ago! All assets—including artists, copyrights, even buildings—were transferred to Xinghuang for one yuan!”
Yu Xian paused.
“And!”
“Their global CEO, Mitsui Yu, just committed seppuku live on television in Tokyo!”
Yu Xian stared blankly.
In his will, he said: he offended a god he should never have offended. This is the price of the empire.”
Yu Xian slowly hung up.
“I just typed ‘unsubscribe reply T’…”
What the hell is wrong with these people?
Another call came in—Chufeng.
“Mr. Yu!”
“East Sea crisis resolved! Enemy submarine fleet surfaced and surrendered!”
Yu Xian stayed silent.
“Elder Li sends his highest respect! Your ‘T’ message completely shattered enemy morale!”
He hung up again.
Yu Xian leaned back, staring at the sky.
The world had gone insane.
Then—
His palm burned again.
Hotter than before.
He suddenly sat upright.
He turned toward the direction of West Jiangcheng—
Wild Boar Ditch.
It felt like something invisible had anchored into his palm.
A line.
Pulled tight.
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