HDRDTH -Chapter 124 The Man in White Robes

At the same time.

Jiangcheng, Jinshui Bay Villa No. 1.

Night fell.

The streetlights outside the villa flickered twice—then suddenly went out. The entire Jinshui Bay residential area was swallowed by dead silence and darkness.

In the small garden beside the garage, Li Yao was squatting in front of a rose bush, trimming branches.

She was the first to sense something was wrong.

The hairs on the back of her neck had already stood up neatly a second before the lights went out.

Twelve years of special training meant her body completed combat readiness before her conscious mind even processed danger.

But the moment she stood up, an extremely dense purple-black mist seeped up from the ground and wrapped around her ankles.

In an instant, all strength in her body vanished.

She opened her mouth to shout, but her vocal cords felt frozen solid.

Her knees buckled—and she fell heavily into the flower bed.

With her last bit of strength, she threw the gardening scissors toward the living room.

Clang.

The scissors landed on the entrance steps.

Then her consciousness sank into darkness.

—

Inside the living room.

Su Wanyi was sitting on the sofa knitting.

Su Xi was lying on the coffee table doing math homework, chewing the pencil until it was full of dents.

“Power outage?” Su Wanyi muttered, picking up her phone and turning on the flashlight.

“Mom… I feel a bit cold,” Su Xi whispered, pulling her school jacket up to her chin.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the originally clear artificial lake had become covered in a strange purple-black mist.

The mist seeped silently through cracks in the doors and windows into the living room.

The kitchen door opened.

Wang Fei walked out in pajamas, holding two cups of hot milk.

She stopped the moment she saw the purple-black mist spreading across the floor.

She didn’t understand high-dimensional phenomena.

But living near Yu Xian had taught her one thing—when something feels wrong, don’t think. Move first.

“Wanyi, take Xi Xi upstairs,” Wang Fei said quietly, placing the milk on the table. Her tone left no room for argument. “Go to the master bedroom. Lock the door. Don’t turn on the lights.”

“Fei-jie, what’s going on?” Su Wanyi instinctively pulled Su Xi behind her.

“Do it.”

Wang Fei pulled off her hair tie. Her long hair fell loose as she stepped in front of the window, shielding them.

Without another word, Su Wanyi picked up Su Xi and rushed upstairs.

—

In the center of the living room, the purple-black mist condensed.

Three tall figures emerged.

They wore pure white robes and smooth metal masks with no facial features.

On the center of each mask was an emblem: a soaring White Eagle.

They had no feet. Their robes floated three inches above the floor, beneath them was nothing but void.

The air turned viscous.

Su Xi’s pencil slowly lifted itself from the table.

The eraser melted.

The writing on her math homework began to disappear one character at a time, as if it had never been written.

The second hand of the wall clock froze… then began to spin backward.

The middle robed figure tilted its head.

No sound came from the mask.

But in Wang Fei’s mind, a cold stream of syllables directly detonated—not heard, but forcibly injected into her consciousness.

“Pure soul coordinate. Confirmed.”

It was emotionless.

Like a slaughterhouse machine reading out product numbers.

Wang Fei felt her stomach churn.

Not fear—but rejection. A primal biological rejection of something beyond human comprehension.

From upstairs came Su Xi’s faint voice:

“Mom… my head hurts… someone is calling my name…”

“Don’t listen!” Su Wanyi hugged her tightly. “Xi Xi, don’t listen!”

Wang Fei took a deep breath.

She bent her knees.

Shifted her center of gravity.

Right shoulder dropped.

A posture she had trained for three months in the backyard.

One hundred times a day.

From crashing into herself and bruising her body everywhere… to now, she could do it with her eyes closed.

Yu Xian taught her.

He called it Iron Mountain Lean.

It dealt with everything.

Whether it worked or not—just crash first.

“Ha!”

Wang Fei roared and shot forward like an arrow.

Her right shoulder slammed into the white-robed figure’s chest.

Iron Mountain Lean!

BOOM!

A dull impact echoed through the room.

Wang Fei felt like she had hit a solid titanium wall.

The backlash sent her flying backward into the sofa. Pain exploded in her right shoulder, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

The white-robed figure did not fly back.

But its right foot—the one that shouldn’t exist, floating three inches above the floor—slid half a step backward.

A hairline-black crack appeared on the floor.

The three figures tilted their heads in unison, as if re-evaluating something.

“…Low-dimensional physical attack. Minor high-dimensional resonance detected. Source… not the attacker.”

The eagle emblem on the middle mask flickered.

“Trace: Yu Xian.”

It raised its right hand.

A purple-black energy sphere formed in its palm.

“Clear obstruction. Priority increased.”

Just as it was about to fire—

BOOM!!!

The villa door—and the entire load-bearing wall—exploded inward.

Shattered stone and dust surged into the living room. The purple-black mist was torn apart instantly by a violent shockwave.

Yu Xian stood in the middle of the collapsing dust cloud.

He wore a faded gray undershirt.

Pink plastic slipper on his right foot.

Bare left foot stepping on broken stone.

In his right hand—he held the billion-yuan “magnetic fluid mental amplification device.”

The metal rod dragged along the ground, carving a deep groove.

His eyes first landed on Wang Fei.

She was half-slumped on the sofa, blood at the corner of her mouth, pajama torn at the shoulder. But her eyes were still wide open—locked onto the white-robed figures.

Still staring.

Then Yu Xian looked up.

Su Wanyi was crouched at the staircase corner holding Su Xi. Su Xi buried her face in her mother’s arms, only one tearful eye visible.

Finally—Yu Xian looked at the three white-robed figures.

The air inside the room made a faint click.

As if something had snapped.

The three figures turned toward him.

The White Eagle emblems on their masks erupted in blinding light.

A suffocating pressure far beyond what Wang Fei had endured surged toward Yu Xian like a tidal wave.

Furniture began to crack.

The Persian carpet twisted.

The air emitted a piercing resonance beyond human hearing.