Early the next morning, Su Wanxing changed into a neutral black work outfit and put on a carefully prepared human-skin mask. The mask had been custom-made for her; its appearance was ordinary and unremarkable, perfect for hiding her identity.
She carefully packed the exchanged cash into two backpacks and checked her self-defense tools and pepper spray once more. After confirming everything was ready, she headed to the private airport.
The private plane took off smoothly, passing through the pale blue protective layer of Blue Planet. Looking out the window at the gradually shrinking city, Su Wanxing felt a mixture of emotions.
She didn’t know whether this trip would bring danger, nor whether she would ever return to this familiar land. But whenever she thought of the helpless expressions of Wanyue and Wanfeng in her dream, her resolve instantly hardened.
More than ten hours later, the plane landed at a remote private airport in M Country.
Qin Bei had already arranged a contact for her. The man was a middle-aged foreigner named Jack, wearing a black jacket. His sharp eyes examined Su Wanxing cautiously.
“Where’s the money?” Jack’s voice was hoarse, heavy with an accent.
Su Wanxing didn’t waste time. She unzipped her backpack, revealing stacks of neatly arranged cash.
“The money is here. Where’s my goods?”
She deliberately lowered her voice, making it sound more neutral.
Jack’s eyes instantly lit up as he stared greedily at the backpack. With a wave of his hand, two large men behind him pushed forward a large crate.
When the box was opened, several pistols, two rifles, and a large amount of ammunition were revealed.
“These are the firearms you ordered. There are also ten detoxification injections—newly enhanced versions that can neutralize almost every known toxin.”
Su Wanxing carefully inspected everything. Only after confirming that the weapons and injections were genuine did she push the backpack toward Jack.
But the moment Jack reached for the bag, he suddenly signaled to the two men behind him.
They immediately drew daggers from their waists and rushed toward Su Wanxing.
“Leave the goods behind—and don’t think about leaving alive!” Jack sneered viciously.
It was clearly a setup.
But Su Wanxing had already been prepared.
She sidestepped the first attacker and simultaneously pulled out the knife at her waist, slashing toward the man’s arm.
The martial arts and self-defense training she had practiced since childhood proved invaluable. Her movements were fast and precise. Within a few exchanges, both large men were knocked to the ground.
Seeing this, Jack turned and tried to run.
“Trying to escape?” Su Wanxing snorted coldly.
She threw the rope she carried with her, skillfully wrapping it around Jack’s ankle. He fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.
Walking over, Su Wanxing kicked away the weapon in his hand.
“I originally intended to make a fair trade. You were the one who chose betrayal.”
She quickly packed the weapons and antidote injections into her backpack and also took the cash from Jack.
Then a bold idea suddenly appeared in her mind.
Earlier, Qin Bei had helped investigate the area. Nearby was a small armory secretly used by a local gang.
“Since I’m already here, I might as well ‘take’ something.”
Holding her dagger against Jack’s throat, she forced him to reveal the armory’s location and password. Terrified, Jack confessed everything.
Afterward, Su Wanxing knocked out Jack and the two men.
Following the directions, she quietly approached the armory and entered the password.
The heavy door opened smoothly.
Inside were countless weapons—pistols, rifles, submachine guns, grenades, rocket launchers, laser ammunition, and other heavy equipment. There was also a large amount of combat gear.
Su Wanxing’s eyes lit up.
Without hesitation, she stored everything into her space.
“Consider this your punishment. A zero-dollar purchase.”
Patting the dust off her hands, she turned and left the armory.
After dealing with everything, Su Wanxing followed her original plan and returned to the airport to take the private plane back home.
Once seated on the plane, she removed the human-skin mask, revealing a tired yet determined face.
The aircraft’s intelligent autopilot system smoothly lifted it into the sky.
Leaning back in her seat, Su Wanxing closed her eyes. Her parents’ faces appeared in her mind.
Her parents had died in an air disaster on a similar interstellar flight.
The thought caused a sharp pain in her heart.
But at that moment, the plane suddenly began to shake violently.
A deafening roar echoed through the aircraft.
From the cockpit came the automated voice announcement:
“Engine failure! Engine failure!”
Su Wanxing’s heart instantly sank to the bottom.
She gripped the armrest tightly as the aircraft trembled violently. Outside the window, the sky turned dark. Fierce winds slammed against the fuselage as the plane began to plunge rapidly.
“How… another air disaster…”
Her voice carried despair.
Was this her fate?
Her body felt increasingly weightless, and everything around her spun.
Before losing consciousness, the last thing she thought about was the smiling faces of Wanyue and Wanfeng in her dream.
“If I really must transmigrate… let me go to them right now…”
A violent impact struck.
Then darkness.
She lost consciousness completely.
She didn’t know how much time had passed before she felt her body being pushed violently to the ground. Pain shot through the back of her head.
Familiar cries echoed beside her ears.
“Don’t—! Let go of my sister!”
Su Wanxing suddenly opened her eyes.
Before her stood the same dilapidated mud courtyard. Her grandmother stood there with hands on her hips, while her eldest aunt held a hemp rope, trying to tie the wrist of a four-year-old girl.
The girl’s face was covered in tears.
It was Su Wanyue.
Not far away, the eldest uncle was gripping the arm of a five-year-old boy.
It was Su Wanfeng.
The boy winced in pain but clenched his teeth and refused to cry.
The cruel expressions of her grandparents and uncles were exactly the same as in her dream.
Su Wanxing looked down.
She was wearing a patched coarse cotton jacket, her frostbitten swollen wrists tightly shielding Wanyue.
When she moved her fingers, she could clearly feel the biting cold and the weakness of this body.
This time—it wasn’t a dream.
She had truly transmigrated.
She had arrived in the Great Jing Dynasty, in Su Family Hollow, at the exact moment from her dream.
Her heart pounded wildly.
There was shock, confusion—but even more determination.
She looked around at the hostile relatives before her, then at the helpless Wanyue and Wanfeng beside her.
Her gaze instantly sharpened.
“Whoever dares touch my sister—I’ll fight them to the death!”
She roared, holding Wanyue even tighter.
This time, she was no longer the powerless girl from the dream.
She had the Intelligent Myriad Space.
She had endless supplies.
And she had the ability to protect herself and her siblings.
Her fierce roar shocked the courtyard into momentary silence.
Wang Xiulan paused with the rope in midair before curling her lips in disdain.
“Oh? This jinx dares to bare her claws now? Let me tell you—today you don’t get a choice!”
With that, she tugged hard, trying to pull Su Wanyue out of Su Wanxing’s arms.
“Looking for death!”
Su Wanxing’s eyes darkened.
She no longer hesitated.
Although her current body was that of a frail fourteen-year-old girl, the soul inside had trained in martial arts and self-defense for more than ten years.
Her left arm held Su Wanyue firmly.
Her right hand shot out and grabbed Wang Xiulan’s wrist.
Her fingers pressed precisely on the woman’s pressure point.