Super Soldier in the City

The Saintess admitted defeat, and Li Yifei also breathed a sigh of relief, meaning that he and his family wouldn’t have to constantly worry about this matter... 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

However, maybe the trouble wasn’t over yet. The attitude of the Holy War Organization was still unknown, since the Saintess’s failure meant the organization would have to choose a new Saintess or even start training a new one.

But Li Yifei couldn’t admit defeat either; losing would mean death.

A few minutes later, the Saintess returned and, like Li Yifei, grabbed two big lobsters, processed them in the kitchen, and they were ready to eat. During this time, Li Yifei continued to heal his injuries for a while. Since he was awake, it meant his injuries could recover quickly, as they were external rather than internal.

Li Yifei also ate some lobster meat. When the Saintess handed him a sea urchin, Li Yifei shook his head and said, "You should rest for a while too; let me take a look at your injuries."

"My injuries are fine, almost healed."

"Sweetheart, don’t leave scars!" Li Yifei reached out and held the Saintess’s hand, pulling her to sit beside him. He smiled at her and said, "From now on, there will only be Yanzi, no more Saintess!"

The Saintess was startled on hearing this, and after a while, she gently nodded and said, "Yes, from now on, there will only be Yanzi, no more Saintess."

"That’s not bad; at least you won’t have to worry about those things anymore and can live a normal life peacefully." Li Yifei placed his hand on the Saintess’s shoulder.

The Saintess nodded and said, "I know, Yifei, I need time to adapt. And although I’ve lost, I don’t know what some things will turn out to be. I can’t just immediately go to your house..."

"Of course. I’m not in a hurry. For now, let’s focus on healing; we’ll deal with other matters once we’re well."

The Saintess indeed needed time to adjust. Though the Elders of the Holy War Organization hadn’t yet stripped her of her Saintess position, or rather, she wasn’t aware of being stripped, she knew she couldn’t continue for long. Transitioning from the Saintess to Li Yifei’s Yanzi required an adaptation process.

After two or three days, both were in recovery, though not fully healed. Li Yifei’s injuries had improved significantly, allowing him to move freely, and his two broken legs had almost healed, thanks to his continuous twenty-four-hour self-healing.

Once mostly recovered, they faced a problem—the matter of the drone carrying a small missile and who was responsible.

Li Yifei was certain it was a drone. Today, there are not many countries with drones that, like toys for kids, can carry light missiles for long-distance flight and precise attacks—it’s a small range.

"No matter who it is, we need to find out!" Li Yifei said calmly. Moving a drone with small missiles to attack them means the perpetrator’s identity is far from ordinary, but the goal—a heart-piercing attack—didn’t succeed. If successful, it could have wiped out two super experts from two major countries. The Saintess was one of the Holy War Organization’s top experts, with personal strength being secondary; her symbolic status was most important. Although Li Yifei’s personal status was slightly inferior, he was chosen by Murong Yuanqing and others as Huaxia’s successor in this particular comparative level of force. Such attacks could’ve been fatal for them.

It was because Li Yifei had learned True Qi Armors, which blocked the first shock of the explosion; otherwise, he and the Saintess would have hardly escaped unharmed. Despite this, Li Yifei was badly injured, and the Saintess was also in bad shape.

Regarding the drone missile incident, the Saintess was angrier; if the act was from within, she couldn’t help but think about a conspiracy. On the other hand, if someone else did it, revealing the incident would be a shock, as the targets were the Saintess of the Holy War Organization and one of Huaxia’s strongest young talents, Li Yifei.

Their discussion was emotionless; anger was certainly present—anger even—but someone trying to kill him and the Saintess means Li Yifei must kill the culprit. Yet investigation is essential.

"Few know about our fight," the Saintess said cautiously.

"Yes, indeed, not many. The scope can narrow—either someone there leaked the information or here...," Li Yifei expressed doubt, recalling previous suspicions—could the problem lie with his side? Recalling, only family knew of his fight with the Saintess—Murong Yuanqing and others weren’t aware.

On realizing this, Li Yifei showed doubt; he really couldn’t guarantee his family had no problem, though reluctant to suspect, recalling past hesitations. Although the missile brought concerns anew, if true...

The Saintess fell silent; she’d mentioned few in the organization knew about the event, aside from those in the Elder’s Court and several around her—loyal followers over the years—the Saintess didn’t want suspicion.

If the missile was initiated by someone from her side, the situation isn’t just simple anger; causing near-death for her and Li Yifei prompts an absolute killing response from the Saintess.

But what’s the motive? That’s key; the Saintess doubted those knowledgeable insiders would kill her.

"Is it due to your defeat? Were they planning this all along?" Li Yifei expressed doubt, and as the Saintess tried to refute, doubt arose inside—Li Yifei’s speculation seemed reasonable; maybe they feared the Saintess would lose, presenting a double blow due to mind demons and agreements leading her to side with Li Yifei, strengthening the enemy equates to losing ground.

"I can’t say... Yifei, we’ll return and fully investigate. If it’s internal, I’ll... give you an explanation." The Saintess clenched her fist, determined to resolve.

Li Yifei chuckled, shaking his head, saying, "This involves me too, so I’ll join the investigation. Rest assured, I’ll manage my emotions. An attempt to kill us signifies irreparable enmity; once uncovered, if you’re inconvenienced to act, then let me."

"Yifei!" The Saintess wished to say more but held back, observing Li Yifei’s expression.

Li Yifei stood by the boat’s side, staring at the tranquil sea, muttering after a long while, "If the Holy War Organization decided this, I’ll accept it as the cost for taking their Saintess. However, if individuals decided, then they must die!"

The Saintess replied, "Alright, let’s settle it this way." Her hesitation was due to fear of Li Yifei’s irrational action, fearing he’d declare war on the organization due to anger.

As a Saintess, she knew the organization better than Li Yifei; it was a colossal entity unshakeable by personal power. Attacking the organization equated to declaring war on the United States; its history nearly matched the country’s—deep-rooted with vast members, even lesser ranks boast impressive identities. Still, the organization wasn’t invincible; internal faction exists along with members sometimes indifferent to its orders.

No matter how strong, Li Yifei acting against the Holy War Organization alone would be unwise.

Witnessing Li Yifei’s rationality reassured the Saintess somewhat.

After dinner, the two embraced on the deck—the Saintess resting her head on Li Yifei’s shoulder. They watched the sunset—despite upcoming complexities, possibly troublesome, they couldn’t let it overly concern them.

If worst happens, Li Yifei turned, seeing the cleaned and scantily-clad Saintess and felt tempted, while the Saintess moved aside with an eye-roll at Li Yifei!

"What?" Li Yifei asked.

The Saintess shook her head, saying, "Let’s quietly watch the sunset, wait... for tonight."

"Haha, alright, then tonight." Li Yifei laughed heartily, agreeing to the Saintess’s request.

Though the sunset was beautiful, the night had its charm—clear skies with scattered stars, more importantly sharing it with a beauty in his arms. Li Yifei couldn’t consume her but enjoyed the closeness. Consumption was barred by the Saintess’s unreadiness and Li Yifei’s obligation with the Worm promise, else he’d pursue her despite verbal objection.

Small indulgences were irresistible, Li Yifei even envisioned the Mysterious Flower Valley—a scene of unparalleled beauty—hoping for its shared moment someday with the Saintess.

"Yifei, can we... rest now?" The Saintess blushed, softened physically, hands on Li Yifei’s shoulders seemingly discouraging advances, yet clearly ineffective—persistence would crumble her defense.

Li Yifei chuckled slyly, licking his lips, wiping away the corner’s glistening, nodding, "Alright, let’s halt tonight here!"

"Hmm..." The Saintess quickly pulled the blanket over, covering herself, and included Li Yifei on the bed.

"Wait a bit, I’ll go rinse!" Li Yifei emerged from under the blanket, barefoot into the bathroom; water swooshed as he rinsed before returning to bed, clutching the Saintess.