Chapter 39: He Is No Foolish System (Thanks to Jingyue for the monthly vote, thank you!)

“Hahaha! Come quick and look! There’s actually a flock of Central Plains sheep here, each holding a knife!” The leader of the Qianghu tribe was draped in a wolf pelt, his hair braided with strands of animal fur, gray and brown interwoven together, and his neck adorned with several wolf fangs, each as thick as a thumb.

“Those sheep from the Central Plains are only fit to be food. They aren’t worthy of wielding real blades, hahaha!” Another voice rang out among the Qianghu, setting off a round of raucous laughter.

“Batu, let those two-legged sheep from the Central Plains see the might of our tribe!” The Qianghu began to shout and jeer.

Wang Keyue’s lips twitched. She knew well that villains always die from talking too much.

So, raising her hand, she lifted her compact crossbow. In the next moment, crisp, melodic sounds echoed through the air—bang, bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang, bang! The sound reached everyone’s ears.

In an instant, five or six of Batu’s men collapsed. Batu felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and reached down to find a small hole torn in his wolf pelt, blood welling out from the break.

Batu’s eyes narrowed. Damn, he thought, I’ve run into a tough one this time!

But he was no coward. Without another word, he snatched a strip of cloth from his saddle and quickly knotted it over the bleeding wound.

“Brothers! Charge! Kill them all!” Batu gave the order without hesitation.

When you hit a hard wall, you either run or fight. The Qianghu’s warrior blood meant they would never flee so easily.

He intended to win in close combat. A puny little brat, soft and effeminate—Batu believed that if he could just get close, he would snap the little whelp’s neck with his own hands, strip the flesh from his bones, and cook him up for food… Batu seethed with rage at the thought.

Zhou Wen and Zhou Wu flanked Wang Keyue, each holding Batu at bay from one side.

But the difference in strength was too great. Within a few exchanges, the two men could barely hold on.

It made perfect sense. The Zhou family were originally refugees, every one of them skin and bones. Though they had some martial foundation, they simply lacked the strength—what they needed most was proper nourishment.

Wang Keyue’s lips twitched again. She really didn’t want to use this special item, but the enemy was simply too strong.

“Everyone, fall back! Let me handle this!” With a swish, Wang Keyue drew a dazzling, eye-blinding red cape from her storage space and fastened it behind her at lightning speed.

Abiding by the principle that as long as she wasn’t embarrassed, it would be everyone else who felt awkward, she shouted loudly to herself, “The King has arrived!”

Her voice rang out, clear and thunderous, echoing across the sky.

At once, everyone standing opposite Wang Keyue—without exception—fell to their knees, as if compelled by some unseen force. Even her own people, who hadn’t managed to retreat in time, knelt down in utter confusion and daze.

The Qianghu fared even worse. One moment they were astride their tall horses, the next they toppled like dumplings into a pot, tumbling to the ground in a perfectly synchronized, almost supernatural motion, before crawling to kneel in unison—swift, fluid, and without the slightest hesitation.

“Spare us, great king!” The scene was like a royal procession, with all bystanders bowing aside.

Wang Keyue signaled to Zhou Wen, Zhou Wu, Hong Yi, and Cheng Yi with a gesture across her neck.

The four understood at once. With a few nimble leaps, they swung their blades, showing no mercy as they dispatched the remaining foes, severing heads as quickly as slicing melons—one per second.

Ten seconds later, as the “King’s Arrival” effect faded, Wang Keyue swiftly raised her crossbow again and finished off the last few who tried to escape.

The power of that red cape was nothing short of divine. All her previous misgivings vanished, replaced by sheer delight—this was the ultimate tool for showing off and reaping both glory and spoils!

The only downside was that its duration was brief, movement was restricted while active, and the cooldown was far too long.

Silently, Wang Keyue folded the red cape and stowed it away in her warehouse to cool down.

She looked up at the battlefield before her, at the headless corpses scattered everywhere—it was hell on earth.

Narrowing her eyes, she noticed the white light once again flickering over the bodies.

“Host! Are you related to the main program or something?” 9538’s voice suddenly popped up in her mind, startling Wang Keyue.

“9538, don’t ever appear without warning again—you must give a signal before you speak,” Wang Keyue said, jumping down from her horse to collect the glowing rewards.

“Ding dong! Understood, host!” As expected, a cheerful chime sounded from 9538. “Host, the chance of a random light orb appearing is one in a thousand, sometimes as low as one in ten thousand for the unlucky. For us, it’s about one in ten.”

“So high? That just means we’re lucky, right? What’s wrong with that? Are we breaking any rules?” Wang Keyue was puzzled.

“No, no, not at all! It’s perfectly within the main program’s regulations. Please collect your rewards with peace of mind!” 9538’s internal scan took two seconds—everything was normal.

This host was simply extraordinary. 9538 couldn’t help but suspect she was related to the main program, maybe even had an inside connection. But if that were true, he’d just turn a blind eye. After all, he was an intelligent system, not some fool—he’d never go looking for trouble where there was none.