High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

Her voice was sharp and shrill, filled with unrealistic accusations and hysterical despair.

The surrounding soldiers frowned; they had witnessed firsthand how Su Jie had turned the tide of battle at the last minute, saving countless lives.

But the lament of "Adventure Rose" is still like a poisonous thorn, trying to pierce the hero's heart.

Su Jie looked at the woman in front of him, whose face was contorted with grief and anger, and listened to her illogical accusations, his brows furrowing slightly.

He understood her grief, but the act of blaming the rescuers for the consequences of her own risky actions filled him with a sense of absurdity and chill.

He could even sense a subtle sense of annoyance growing within him at the source of this unreasonable behavior.

In that fleeting moment when emotions began to stir—

"Stubborn and unyielding! He deserves to be executed!"

A cold, sharp shout, like an Arctic wind, instantly froze all the noise in the arena!

The flash of the blade was like a fleeting glimpse of a startled bird!

Yang Baichuan's figure seemed to appear out of thin air, blocking Su Jie's path.

The long, thin sword in his hand, as thin as a cicada's wing, was drawn, swung, and sheathed in one fluid motion, so fast that it was beyond the visual perception of most people.

The cries and accusations of "Adventure Rose" came to an abrupt end, like a chicken whose neck had been snapped.

On her beautiful yet distorted face, resentment froze, replaced by an incredulous blankness. A thin line of blood appeared between her brows and spread downwards.

The next moment, her body slowly split in two, falling to the left and right, blood and internal organs spilling onto the ground, right next to the bodies of her boyfriend and brother.

A deathly silence fell over the entire outpost frontline. Only the howling wind could be heard.

All the soldiers held their breath, watching in shock as this sudden, ruthless, and decisive scene unfolded.

"Damn beast! How dare it bewitch people, transform into human form, and attempt to destroy the morale of my human warriors!"

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Only Yang Baichuan's voice echoed in the bloody air.

Su Jie looked at the decapitated corpse on the ground, then at Yang Baichuan, whose face was cold and who had sheathed his sword. His pupils contracted slightly.

His senses were sharp; he had clearly felt that the female warrior did not possess the savage aura unique to demonic beasts, and her blood and qi fluctuations were no different from those of a human…

Uncle Yang...

However, Su Jie instantly realized that in the midst of a battlefield, naive kindness was tantamount to foolishness, and excessive sympathy was a path to death.

Yang Baichuan turned around, his face regaining its previous refined elegance, as if the ruthless and decisive slash just now was merely an illusion.

He patted Su Jie on the shoulder, his tone gentle: "Su Jie, are you alright? The battlefield is unpredictable and treacherous; the monsters are cunning and adept at psychological warfare. Remember, at all times, you must remain clear-headed!"

Although Su Jie understood that the battlefield showed no mercy, he couldn't help but recall the female internet celebrity's venomous eyes, sharp accusations, and Yang Baichuan's earth-shattering, merciless slash.

That strike not only severed the female warrior's life force, but also seemed to pierce Su Jie's heart, allowing him to witness for the first time the bloody and cruel laws of this world.

To be honest, he was indeed shaken, puzzled, and even felt a slight instinctive unease.

Yang Baichuan's voice broke the silence, calm yet carrying an undeniable power: "Su Jie, do you think I was too ruthless?"

Su Jie did not evade the question and truthfully replied, "It's somewhat unexpected. She doesn't seem to be a demon beast."

"It's just an appearance." Yang Baichuan's gaze was deep as he looked out at the sea of ​​clouds. "On the border battlefield, the monsters are unpredictable and ever-changing. There is a kind of 'bewitching demon' that is best at probing the weaknesses of people's hearts, weaving illusions, possessing those who are dying or have just died, feeding on their resentment, and even using words as knives to corrupt people's hearts."

Countless talented martial artists, who never died in direct combat, fell victim to such insidious methods, their spirits shattered, and their cultivation stagnated forever.

He turned his head, his gaze piercing, and looked at Su Jie: "Let me ask you, if she was truly possessed by a bewitching spirit, was my strike justified?"

Su Jie pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly: "That's right."

"If she wasn't possessed, but simply suffered a mental breakdown and took her anger out on others, would her presence in that situation shake the beliefs of the other soldiers?"

"Will this cause you, a future pillar of society just beginning your battles, to harbor resentment, or even develop inner demons?" Yang Baichuan asked again, his tone becoming more stern.

Su Jie felt a chill run down his spine as he carefully recalled the scene. The female warrior's venomous accusations had indeed made him feel confused and doubtful for a moment.

If he let this emotion fester... he took a deep breath and nodded again: "Yes."

"In that case," Yang Baichuan said, softening his tone, "hesitation only leads to chaos. Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. The path of martial arts is not only about accumulating strength, but also about tempering one's character."

To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself and one's comrades.

If I show mercy today, it might cost more innocent lives in the future, and even ruin your immense potential as a genius. Do you understand this now?

These words resonated powerfully in Su Jie's mind like a morning bell and evening drum.

His previous discomfort and doubts vanished instantly in the face of this clear logic and harsh reality.

Yes, he wasn't on the peaceful Blue Star, but on the Star of Heaven, where martial arts reign supreme and demonic beasts roam. On the battlefield, how could one tolerate womanly compassion?

Yang Baichuan was not bloodthirsty, but was teaching him a crucial lesson in the most direct and cruel way—to be firm in one's beliefs, to distinguish right from wrong, and to make decisive decisions!

Having figured this out, Su Jie felt a sudden sense of enlightenment, and a heartfelt gratitude welled up in his heart for Yang Baichuan.

This elder was protecting him and tempering him in his own way, so that he could walk more steadily and further on this thorny path of martial arts.

He stood up, bowed solemnly to Yang Baichuan, and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Uncle Yang! I had misunderstood something before. Thank you for your timely correction and for clearing my mind of this obstacle!"

Seeing Su Jie's clear eyes and sincere attitude, clearly indicating that he truly understood the deeper meaning, Yang Baichuan smiled with satisfaction.

He helped Su Jie up and patted him on the shoulder: "It's good that you understand. Remember, with great power comes great responsibility, and your heart must be even stronger. You have a long road ahead, and the storms to come will only be greater."

"I will certainly remember this!" Su Jie nodded vigorously.

On the return flight, Su Jie closed his eyes and concentrated. The bloodshed at the border, the roar of the monsters, the female internet celebrity's frantic accusations, and Uncle Yang's earth-shattering strike... all these images flowed through his mind, eventually settling into an incredibly solid understanding, merging into his spiritual will.

This tempered and unwavering mindset acted like a key, quietly unlocking some invisible shackles within him.

He felt his spiritual power was unprecedentedly concentrated, and his control over his own blood and qi had also risen to a new level. A power was about to be born within Su Jie's body.