The Return of Stars to the Jianghu

On the Floating Continent, in the northern border of the Liang Kingdom.

"I must say, your fathers are really bold. Sending you both to another world for your coming-of-age ceremony is truly impressive," said Hu Hanhui, a general of the Liao army, as he picked up his wine cup and took another sip.

"Yes, but I always feel like this trip to another world is like a pre-arranged script, like in a movie I've seen before, where a rich dad builds a Hengdian World Studios for his rich son, making him think he's traveled through time, just to teach his son a lesson. Never mind, you probably can't understand."

“No, no, no, I understand. Some wealthy and noble families in the Xuan Tian Continent like to hire people to act for their young masters. I even acted in some when I was young, and it was much more profitable than killing spirit beasts in the wild.” Hu Hanhui finished speaking and picked up a peanut.

"Okay, then I'll continue. Next is about Ye Xuehan's father. I've already told you about him before, so I won't go into details."

Then came the matter of us being recruited into the youth team.

Our husband was taken to the helipad on top of the Century Tower and boarded a helicopter.

A helicopter, similar to the Firewing Bird of the Xuan Tian Continent.

……

The helicopter later landed at a military airfield.

Luo Yifei, Ye Xuehan, and I got off the helicopter.

At this moment, a black van pulled up, and seven people got out, including Qiao Lu, Su An, and Ren Changxi.

If it were a novel from our time, it would definitely be incredibly melodramatic.

The other four are all boys, I'm pretty sure of it. They're all from Shenyun Middle School. I've seen them at school before, but I just don't know their names.

"Long time no see," Su An greeted us.

"Alright, we can talk on the plane." The general who brought us there gestured for us to walk toward the plane—a Boeing.

Boeing aircraft resemble the Flying Roc from the Xuan Tian Continent.

"Sir, where are we going?" A boy from Shenyun Middle School, with striking yellow hair, reminded me of when I saw him in the teacher's office and his parents were called in.

For some reason, the image of his father suddenly appeared in my mind. Then, a name flashed through my mind.

“Nantian, you’ll see when we get there. Don’t worry, everything will be fine,” I blurted out.

"Who are you, kid? Do I know you?" the blond-haired kid said rudely.

"Shut up, all of you." At this moment, the general spoke.

After we boarded the plane, people gradually came on board. The youngest were probably middle school students. The slightly older ones were probably university students.

Finally, everyone had arrived, and the plane doors closed.

"I apologize for gathering you all here under these circumstances." The general stood at the front of the plane and began to speak. "According to the plan, we were supposed to call you all here on August 1st next year, Army Day. However, due to some reasons, we have to bring forward this plan. I think some of you already know that we sent notices to your parents on August 1st this year, giving them six months to prepare. If you don't know the situation, that's okay too. I'll just give you a brief explanation now."

At this point, the general glanced at the whispering crowd.

"Simply put, your father or mother is a member of a secret organization. One hundred of you have been invited to join a plan to save the world. Now, we are going to a military base in the South China Sea for training. After that, you will go to the battlefield."

"I must be dreaming. I need to sleep a little longer." Some people don't believe what they are seeing and hearing.

"Did you get our consent? You're forcibly conscripting men."

"It's not about conscription. Didn't you notice there are girls here, and quite a few of them?"

"Who is our enemy?"

The crowd started arguing.

"Stop!" the general uttered a single, forceful word. "With great power comes great responsibility. You are all pillars of our nation. In this time of alien invasion, you should step forward and bravely face it. Do not waste your superpowers."

"Wait, when did I get superpowers?"

"What, alien beings?"

The noise started up again below. The plane had already taxied for a while and entered the runway.

“Sir,” Jolu, who was sitting in the front row with us, raised her hand, “I’m from Singapore. Why was I invited to join?”

“I’ve seen your file, Qiao Lu, right? Your father is Chinese, and your mother is Singaporean. Your father met your mother while on a mission in Singapore. You were born in Singapore, and thus acquired Singaporean citizenship. However, your maternal grandfather immigrated to Singapore only thirty years ago, which doesn’t change the fact that you are Chinese.”

The general looked at everyone and said, "Alright, the rest of you, we'll answer your questions when we arrive. Anyone who wants to leave can get off the plane now."

"Really?" someone asked from below.

"Of course it's true." The general picked up a parachute from the side and threw it on the ground. "However, we won't be responsible for taking you back. You'll probably have to find your own way back."

By this time, the plane had entered the upper cloud layer and begun to fly steadily. However, I still heard a voice that seemed unafraid of death.

"I quit."

"Lin Fan, good, you have guts. People who can fly are different."

The boy who stood up walked from the back row to the front and began to put on his parachute.

"Those who are afraid of dying, fasten your seatbelts, I'm about to open the hatch."

"Lin Fan, no." A girl in the back row stood up.

"This kid can't possibly fly, can he? Why can't I?" Luo Yifei whispered in my ear.

"I will. If you want to quit, I'll take you down." Ye Xuehan glanced at me and Luo Yifei.

"No, it would be embarrassing to quit, okay?" Luo Yifei replied.

Clearly, the boy named Lin Fan overheard our conversation. He had already put on his parachute and was ready to jump. "Once you're dead, you'll know that quitting isn't shameful."

The general opened the hatch, and a powerful gust of air rushed out. The boy jumped out.

The hatch was closed.

Everyone looked out the window, wanting to see what was wrong with the boy. Unfortunately, the plane was flying above the clouds, and they couldn't see anything.

"Sir, I don't have superpowers. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

“Yes, me neither.” Many people began to chime in.

"There's no mistake, it's just that most people's abilities haven't been activated yet." The general had to answer another question to stop the crowd from making a fuss.

"Sir, I just counted, and there aren't a hundred people on the plane. Where does your 'hundred-person plan' come from?"

"Ask us when you get there."