Transcending the Magic Era: The Supreme Female Archmage

Upon seeing the three return, Puyang Minghui hurriedly tried to get up to greet them, but as soon as she stood up, she realized that Chu Qiuchi was still lying on her lap, so she carefully sat back down. She anxiously looked up and asked, "How did it go? Did you complete the mission?"

Chu Yichen raised his eyes slightly, his lips curled up, and his face was full of smug smile as he said confidently, "Of course! With me in charge, success is guaranteed!"

Nalan Xingyao looked at Chu Yichen's smug expression and a mocking smile appeared on her lips.

"Yes, yes, oh dear, I wonder who rode it... um... um..."

Before she could finish speaking, Chu Yichen grabbed her neck and covered her mouth.

Nalan Xingyao's face gradually flushed red, making it difficult to tell whether it was from shyness or from struggling.

Her soft breath gently brushed against Chu Yichen's palm. Chu Yichen felt as if a feather was lightly brushing against his palm, and a ticklish sensation instantly spread throughout his body, causing him to subconsciously soften his movements.

He lowered his head and whispered in Nalan Xingyao's ear, "You're not allowed to talk about what happened before. If you promise, I'll let you go, okay?" His voice was deep and gentle, with a hint of threat and pleading.

Hearing the words and breathing beside her, Nalan Xingyao's face flushed even more. Her eyes were filled with shyness as she slowly nodded, and Chu Yichen gently released her hand.

For a moment, no one spoke, and the surroundings fell silent, creating a somewhat subtle atmosphere.

Puyang Minghui's gaze, full of doubt, swept over the two of them, as if searching for some answer.

Feeling Puyang Minghui's undisguised gaze, Chu Yichen's face flashed with embarrassment. He coughed lightly, trying to break the delicate atmosphere.

"Uh, my sister's still not awake, right? We've completed our mission, so let's head back to camp!"

Upon hearing Chu Yichen's words, Puyang Minghui withdrew her gaze, a worried expression appearing on her face.

"Yes, she still hasn't woken up!"

Chu Yichen stepped forward and carefully lifted Chu Qiuchi from Puyang Minghui's lap.

"It's not dark yet, let's head towards the campsite and find a suitable place to rest. We'll then set off again early tomorrow morning!"

Everyone nodded in agreement and slowly walked towards the camp.

After nearly a month of arduous travel, everyone was exhausted, both physically and mentally. Finally completing the mission and being able to return home undoubtedly brought joy to everyone.

However, Chu Qiuchi remains unconscious, casting a shadow over the joy that was originally brought about by the completion of the mission.

The next morning, the group set off on their journey home with great excitement. They traveled non-stop until dusk, when they finally arrived at the hidden entrance they had come from.

General Jimo was not there; only one soldier was waiting for their return. Upon seeing the unconscious Chu Qiuchi, the soldier showed no surprise, as injuries during training were common.

Nalan Xingyao stepped forward, greeted the soldiers who remained behind, and inquired about the situation. She then learned that only their team had not yet returned; the other teams had successfully returned to the war zone two days earlier, and she had been waiting for them there.

After confirming that everyone had arrived, the soldiers who remained behind quickly took out a small and concealed military magic flying vehicle and led everyone back to the war zone.

As the Great Forest of Aris gradually receded from their sight, everyone couldn't help but sigh. The real training was indeed far more brutal and arduous than what they had experienced at the academy, giving them a profound understanding of the hardships and difficulties faced by warriors.

Back in the war zone, General Ji Mo was still not there; he was probably still in the Aris Great Forest investigating the orcish anomalies.

They submitted their mission results directly to Commander Ji Mosen. Upon learning that Chu Qiuchi was still unconscious, Ji Mosen did not assign them any further tasks.

So, the group, like ordinary soldiers, underwent daily training in the war zone, and then practiced on their own after training.

Every day, Chu Yichen would secretly channel his spiritual energy into Chu Qiuchi, hoping to help her wake up as soon as possible.

……

One month later, at dawn, a furtive figure silently crept into Chu Qiuchi's tent and slowly approached her bedside.

The newcomer stopped beside Chu Qiuchi's bed, staring at her still unconscious face with a venomous smile on his face.

"You brat, I've finally caught you in the act."

He said through gritted teeth, his tone filled with resentment, his facial expression becoming increasingly ferocious.

"You've made me lose face and temporarily stripped me of my manhood."

A sinister smile appeared on his face as he continued speaking to the unconscious Chu Qiuchi, "Hmph, don't worry, I will repay you properly."

Sensing someone had infiltrated, Chu Qiuchi immediately became alert. Hearing the intruder's words, Chu Qiuchi couldn't help but feel anxious.

Her consciousness was trapped in the mental space and she couldn't escape, and the others were not in the tent. Was she really going to capsize in the gutter this time?

Cui Shaoming reached out and lightly stroked Chu Qiuchi's cheek with contempt, his words filled with nauseating confidence and cruelty.

"Your face does have some use, you know? In the secret paradise of the black market, there are many people who are particularly interested in your type. There are all sorts of things to do there, all kinds of perverts. Once I send you there, they will 'pamper' you properly."

His voice was deep and tinged with a hint of pleasure, as if he could already foresee Chu Qiuchi's tragic fate in the black market.

Chu Qiuchi, inside the space, witnessed Cui Shaoming lightly touching her cheek with his fingers. A chill and nausea instantly surged into her heart, giving her goosebumps all over her body.

"Damn it, I'm not clean anymore! Who can tolerate this? You bastard, get your filthy hands off me!"

Chu Qiuchi's consciousness screamed frantically within the mental space. Unfortunately, her consciousness was trapped and unable to escape, only able to anxiously circle around in the mental space.

In desperation, she decided to disregard everything and began frantically crashing into an unrepaired crack in the space. She repeatedly rammed into the crack, hoping to break free from the spatial confinement.

Outside the mental space, Cui Shaoming gently stroked Chu Qiuchi's smooth, delicate cheeks, which were as delicate as peeled eggs, and an involuntary expression of affection appeared on his face.

He licked his lips lewdly, smacked his lips, and muttered to himself, "It feels really good. Maybe I should try it first. This little mouth must be really exciting to kiss."

As he spoke, he leaned down and moved closer to Chu Qiuchi's alluring red lips. Just at this critical moment, Chu Qiuchi, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened her eyes and dodged his pig-like mouth.

"You filthy thing, I let you off the hook last time, and you still dare to come looking for death? You've successfully disgusted me."

Chu Qiuchi leaped up quickly and unleashed a series of powerful Foshan Shadowless Kicks at Cui Shaoming, followed by a set of Pegasus Meteor Fist.

"Damn it, you pervert, die!"

Her movements were swift and precise, each kick and punch filled with power and anger, determined to completely eradicate this disgusting feeling, along with Cui Shaoming, from her world.

The continuous screams inside the tent attracted the attention of the surrounding soldiers. After someone noticed something was wrong, they immediately went to inform Chu Yichen and the others.

"You just said you're not able to go right now, right? Heh, this time I'm being kind and extending your session for free, you're welcome!"

Chu Qiuchi sneered, then gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely repay your great kindness."

"What...what are you going to do? Don't come any closer..."

Chu Qiuchi completely ignored Cui Shaoming's pleas, her gaze so cold it seemed to pierce his soul. She stood up and, without the slightest hesitation, stomped hard on his groin!

As Cui Shaoming screamed in agony, she coldly looked down at his disheveled appearance, picked up a small knife from the table, and with unwavering eyes, stabbed it into his vital spot again!

"what--!"

A bloodcurdling scream instantly echoed throughout the camp. Those who had been hesitating outside, unsure whether to go in and try to stop the scream, felt a chill run down their spines and immediately threw open the tent flap and rushed inside.

However, when their gaze fell upon the scene inside the tent, they were all stunned—on the ground, Cui Shaoming was writhing in agony, clutching his lower body. His face was contorted in extreme pain, and the veins on his forehead looked as if they were about to burst. His face was ashen, his lips trembled incessantly, and even his voice was broken and hoarse. Blood flowed freely from his lower body, the bloodstains winding down the ground, a horrifying sight.

Those who rushed in and saw this scene instantly felt their legs go weak, and all color drained from their faces. Several even instinctively squeezed their legs together and couldn't help but tremble.

One of them pointed with a trembling hand at Cui Shaoming, who was writhing on the ground in pain, his voice filled with obvious panic and anger.

"Chu Qiuchi, what... what are you doing? Don't you know that private fights are prohibited in the war zone? Even if there was a conflict, you went too far!"

"That's right! No matter what, you can't cripple his lower body!"

The other person cautiously echoed, their tone carrying a hint of reproach.

"And I've always idolized you!"

Another person stepped forward from the crowd, speaking with deep disappointment and anger.

"How could you be so cruel and vicious? A person like that doesn't deserve any respect!"

"Exactly! How could a girl do such a thing? It's absolutely cruel! I'll never like someone like you again!"

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, their tone full of disgust and resentment.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the tent was tense and chaotic, with accusations rising and falling, almost pushing Chu Qiuchi to the forefront of public opinion.

She tossed the bloodstained knife to the ground, coldly surveyed her surroundings, her gaze utterly unwavering, unmoved by these words. On the contrary, her voice was as sharp as a blade.

"You ask me why he was so ruthless? But do you know what he did?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced the entire tent.

She slowly scanned everyone, her eyes sharp as knives, causing them to lower their heads and dare not meet her gaze.

Then, she pointed to Cui Shaoming, who was lying on the ground in so much pain that he couldn't speak, and sneered.

"What do you take him for? A victim? Someone worthy of sympathy? Do you even know what he was about to do to me? Or are you just standing on your moral high ground to criticize others, without caring about the facts at all?"

At this point, Chu Qiuchi's voice was as icy as ice, each word clear and distinct.

"I don't need your approval, nor do I need you to idolize me. If you can't even distinguish right from wrong, then shut your mouths and stop telling me what to do. I won't offend others unless they offend me; if they do, I'll make sure they—have no descendants!"

These words immediately caused an uproar in the tent. Everyone's expressions varied, and shouts of cursing and accusations rose and fell.

"No matter what, it's definitely wrong of you to beat someone up like this! Can't you report this to the general? The general will naturally uphold justice for you!"

"Yes, yes! You're so ruthless, it's absolutely vicious!"

"You won't even let others talk about it? You did something wicked, yet you expect us to shut up?!"

"You think you can make everyone grateful just because you have a magical artifact? How ridiculous!"

"Exactly! They get a little achievement and become arrogant, thinking they're all superior!"

However, amidst the criticism, some people spoke calmly, their voices not loud, but they still attracted a lot of attention.

"But...it's clearly Cui Shaoming's fault! He sneaked into someone else's camp, which is abnormal! He definitely had ill intentions! Chu Qiuchi was just acting in self-defense!"

"Self-defense? Ha! Even if he was in the wrong first, the way she attacked was so brutal, it was practically intentional murder!"

Someone in the crowd snorted coldly and retorted directly, their tone laced with sarcasm.

Just as everyone was arguing, someone in the crowd suddenly spoke up with a cold laugh, his tone carrying a hint of threat and schadenfreude.

"Hmph, stop arguing. We've already reported this to the General! Chu Qiuchi, just wait to be punished!"

Chu Qiuchi raised an eyebrow slightly, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth, and looked at the other party with a blatantly provocative gaze.

"Oh? Is that so? Since I'm going to be punished anyway, then I won't hold back!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped forward without hesitation and kicked Cui Shaoming on the ground, then kicked him twice, three times, four times, mercilessly beating him.

Cui Shaoming's screams echoed through the tent again. He cried out desperately, curled up in a ball, and had almost no strength left to resist.

The soldiers in the arena stood frozen in place, swallowing hard as they watched the scene unfold. Their legs involuntarily clenched together, and a chill ran down their spines.

"You...you shouldn't be so arrogant!"

Someone in the crowd finally couldn't help but speak up, their voice trembling with a hint of threat.

"The general is coming soon... let's see how arrogant you are then!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Qiuchi merely glanced at the man indifferently, his cold smile undiminished.

She walked to the bedside on one side of the tent, sat down gracefully, folded her hands on her knees, and appeared so composed that it was as if she hadn't been the one who had just attacked her.

She glanced at the crowd, her tone tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Okay, I'll wait patiently!"

As she spoke, she crossed her legs, her expression somewhat mocking, but her eyes were full of disdain.

The tent fell silent for a moment, with only Cui Shaoming's faint sobs echoing intermittently.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, the atmosphere thick with tension. Chu Qiuchi's composure and disdain sent a chill down many spines.