One person: Starting with the Snow Drinking Blade

Zhang Chulan slumped to the ground, his mouth unconsciously agape, his eyes vacant, as if his worldview had been completely shattered and then rebuilt.

Liu Yanyan's face turned ashen, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, no longer having the strength to control the remaining zombies.

Feng Baobao tilted her head, looking at the icy ditch and the severed Ferris wheel, and commented in her flat tone, "What a big knife. Longer than my kitchen knife."

Nie Lingfeng slowly sheathed his sword, the soft hum of the blade returning to its sheath standing out clearly in the silence. Ignoring the shock of the crowd, he walked straight to Lü Liang, who had been struck by the aftershocks of the sword's energy, lying beside the wreckage of the carousel, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his glasses shattered.

The tip of the Snow Drinking Blade, carrying a chilling aura, gently pressed against Lü Liang's throat.

"Hand over Zhang Chulan's grandfather's body," Nie Lingfeng's voice was calm without a trace of emotion, yet it carried a chilling killing intent. "Now."

He paused, then added, his gaze sweeping intentionally or unintentionally over the pink figure in the distant smoke and dust: "Otherwise, I can't guarantee where the next strike will land, or who might be 'accidentally' caught in the crossfire."

In the distance, Xia He slowly emerged from the smoke and dust. She looked somewhat disheveled; her long pink hair and tight leather clothes were covered in dust and ice shards, and there was a bloody gash on her arm, grazed by the edge of a blade, now frosted over. Her face was slightly pale, and her eyes as she looked at Nie Lingfeng were filled with shock, lingering fear, and an even more intense, almost tangible… interest.

She took a deep breath to calm her turbulent blood and emotions, and suddenly smiled. The smile was still charming, but it lacked the previous composure and had a hint of solemnity and compromise.

"Okay." Xia He's voice was still magnetic, but no longer frivolous. "Release him. I will return Zhang Huaiyi's body to you intact."

"Sister Xia He!" Lu Liang struggled to say something.

"Shut up." Xia He interrupted him coldly, her gaze fixed on Nie Lingfeng. "This time, we misjudged him. We admit defeat."

She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

Soon, two figures dressed in black cloaks, their faces obscured, emerged from behind a pile of ruins deeper within the amusement park. Together, they carried a rather heavy-looking coffin painted black.

The coffin was carefully placed in the center of the open space, and the lid was opened.

Inside lay the body of an elderly man. Although he appeared somewhat shriveled due to death and the special preservation method, and his skin had an unnatural waxy yellow color, his face was still faintly discernible, and he was dressed neatly and was remarkably well-preserved.

"Grandpa...!" Zhang Chulan's eyes instantly reddened when he saw the old man's face in the coffin. He struggled to rush over, but was gently held down by the employees of NaDuTong beside him.

Nie Lingfeng withdrew the Snow Drinking Blade from Lü Liang's throat and nodded to Xu San.

Xu San gestured for two of his men to step forward and carefully examine the body in the coffin. After confirming that it was indeed Zhang Huaiyi, he said to Xia He in a deep voice, "Take your men and leave Tianjin immediately. Don't even think about targeting Zhang Chulan again."

Xia He walked to Lü Liang's side and helped him up. She gave Nie Lingfeng one last deep look, her eyes filled with complex and unfathomable emotions: fear, curiosity, frustration, and a hint of... a burning passion, as if she had found an interesting toy.

"Handsome young man," Xia He said, her red lips slightly parted, her voice soft yet clear enough to reach Nie Lingfeng's ears, "I'll remember you. We... will definitely meet again."

After saying that, she didn't linger. Supporting the injured Lü Liang, she led the two men in black robes and quickly disappeared into the shadows of the amusement park ruins.

Liu Yanyan tried to slip away, but was caught by the prepared employees of Na Du Tong, who handcuffed her tightly with specially made handcuffs that could suppress the flow of Qi and took her aside.

The matter seems to have come to a temporary end.

But at that moment, Feng Baobao, who had been standing quietly beside Xu San, moved without warning!

She appeared in front of Zhang Chulan, who had just been freed, like a weightless shadow!

The kitchen knife in his hand, without any fancy moves, was thrust straight towards Zhang Chulan's chest!

"Sister Bao'er! Master! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Don't kill me!!" Zhang Chulan was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He closed his eyes tightly and knelt down with a "thud." His voice was so mournful that it changed tone. He didn't care about his shameless image at all.

The cleaver stopped abruptly just an inch from his chest.

Then, with an extremely subtle flick of her wrist, the tip of the knife, like a serpent flicking its tongue, swiftly slashed at Zhang Chulan's chest—

"puff."

With a soft click, a tiny beetle, the size of a grain of rice, golden in color and seemingly made of pure gold, was precisely picked out by the tip of the knife and landed on the blade, still trembling slightly.

Feng Baobao picked up the small golden insect with two fingers, held it up to her eyes, and examined it carefully with her large, empty eyes.

Then, under the astonished gazes of Zhang Chulan, Nie Lingfeng, Xu San, and everyone around—

She put the small golden worm directly into her mouth.

"Click. Click."

A crisp sound, like biting into a hard shell, rang out. Feng Baobao chewed twice expressionlessly, and then—

"Pooh."

She spat the chewed food scraps onto the ground. The scraps quickly turned into a pool of dark yellow, fishy-smelling mud.

"A Gu worm," Feng Baobao finally spoke, her tone as calm as if she were talking about what she ate that day, "The 'Golden Thread Soul-Chasing Gu' from Xiangxi. It was buried in the lining of his clothes near his heart, used for remotely casting curses and tracking him. It's cured."

Zhang Chulan: "..."

Nie Lingfeng: "..."

Xu San rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on: "Baby... next time you deal with something like this, could you... not use your mouth? You can kill it with your hands, or even with a knife."

Feng Baobao tilted her head, seemingly thinking seriously for a moment, before replying, "Using your hands to pinch is too troublesome and makes your hands dirty. Using a knife to pat it requires finding the right spot, otherwise it'll be even more troublesome if you break it. Using your mouth is the fastest."

This reason is simple, straightforward, and irrefutable.

Nie Lingfeng walked over, reached out and helped Zhang Chulan, who was still slumped on the ground, looking like he had just survived a disaster but his worldview was shattered, to his feet. He patted the dust off Zhang Chulan's shoulder and said, "Let's go back to school first. Today's events... have a lot of information to process. You need some time to digest it."

Zhang Chulan stood up blankly, looked at his grandfather's coffin, which had been resealed by the employees of Na Du Tong, then at his unfathomable roommate Nie Lingfeng, then at the superhumanly strong Feng Baobao who could dispel curses with her mouth, and finally cast his bewildered gaze at Xu San, who looked like an elite.

"You..." His voice was dry and hoarse, filled with disbelief and immense confusion, "Who...who are you? Who...who is my grandfather? What...what happened today?!"

"You'll gradually learn the answers to these questions later." Xu San stepped forward, his tone softening slightly, but still retaining a businesslike composure. "Zhang Chulan, we will make proper arrangements for the reburial of your grandfather, Senior Zhang Huaiyi, at a later date. As for you... please be careful recently and don't go out alone. Xiao Feng," he looked at Nie Lingfeng, "take him back to school first, calm him down, and observe him closely."

Nie Lingfeng nodded, and helped Zhang Chulan, who was still absent-minded and unsteady on his feet, walk out of the amusement park.

As Nie Lingfeng stepped out of the dilapidated gate, the last rays of the setting sun bathed the ruins. He turned back for one last look.

The upper half of the Ferris wheel, severed cleanly at the base, lay like the skeleton of a giant beast amidst the weeds and rubble, the ice crystals at the break reflecting a blood-red light in the setting sun.

On the ground, the straight knife mark, twenty meters long and a foot deep, covered with white frost, was like a scar on the earth, deeply imprinted on the cement, silently telling the story of the horror of that knife strike.

He knew that from this moment on, the relatively "peaceful" campus life he had tried to maintain in the world of "Under One Person" had officially come to an end.

His strike not only unleashed the power to sever iron and melt ice, but also sent a clear signal—he, Nie Lingfeng, had officially stepped into the center of this world's vortex and could no longer remain uninvolved.

but……

Nie Lingfeng withdrew his gaze, looked at Zhang Chulan beside him who was dizzy, yet whose eyes burned with a flame of unwillingness and thirst for knowledge, then glanced at Xu San, who was directing the cleanup in the distance with a solemn expression, and Feng Baobao, who was holding a kitchen knife and standing quietly to the side, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.

A subtle, almost imperceptible smile curved the corners of his lips.

This... seems quite interesting.

Compared to the ten years of ascetic training facing the stone wall in Lingyun Cave, and the aimless wandering in the southwestern mountains, this bizarre, dangerous, yet infinitely possible world of strange beings before me is obviously... much more interesting.

"Let's go." He patted Zhang Chulan's back firmly, his tone relaxed. "Don't look like the sky has fallen. Go back and take a hot shower, then I'll treat you to a late-night snack. The barbecue stand behind the school is pretty good. Calm down."

Zhang Chulan staggered from the slap, nodding blankly. His mind was still replaying the twenty-meter-long, sky-shattering ice-blue blade aura and Nie Lingfeng's calm yet chilling gaze as he stood with his blade in hand.

He glanced at his familiar yet unfamiliar roommate out of the corner of his eye.

This transfer student named Nie Lingfeng... this new classmate who lives under the same roof as me, who looks gentle and handsome, and has a lot of friends... just who is he?

Night, like thick ink, slowly spread across the sky.

The two figures were stretched long under the streetlights, gradually merging into the twilight on the edge of the city.

A brand new chapter, full of unknowns, challenges, and opportunities, is thus unveiled with that blade of light that cuts through steel.