Calm Down, I Must Have Opened My Eyes the Wrong Way

Serena Feng had no choice but to reveal the secret of her Smart Med-Pack. Once they entered the tomb, they’d be together nonstop, and it was impossible to carry enough food and water for everyone. She’d have to pull supplies from the Med-Pack eventually—there was no way to keep it hidden.

Rather than waiting for danger to strike and suddenly pulling out a pile of supplies—terrifying everyone or making them suspicious—she decided to let them know up front. After all, once they’d seen it a few times, they’d get used to it, just like Nolan.

But clearly, Serena had overestimated Sean Xuan and the Eighteen Riders’ ability to handle it. They just couldn’t accept something so completely out of this world.

The reason Nolan could accept the Smart Med-Pack so calmly and so quickly was simple: he’d had a long time in private to adjust, to process the shock it brought.

Serena’s sudden reveal left Sean and the Eighteen Riders utterly stunned.

“Heavens, I must be dreaming,” Sean blurted out. Unlike the Eighteen Riders, he was never shy about speaking his mind.

“Did I just hallucinate? Maybe I opened my eyes the wrong way.” With Sean breaking the silence, the Eighteen Riders finally found their voices.

“I think I’m seeing things too, but where did this water in front of us come from?” The Eighteen Riders washed their hands numbly, their whole bodies feeling light and floaty, like they were walking on cotton and couldn’t find their footing at all.

“Pathetic.” Nolan’s face was cold as he snapped, “Stop filling your heads with nonsense. Clean up, now—we’re moving.”

It was still dark, and there was no way they could just rush into the tomb. They had to wait until daylight. This place was crawling with worm corpses—clearly unfit for rest. For safety’s sake, they needed to leave and find somewhere better.

“Yes, sir.” The Eighteen Riders snapped to attention, cleaned themselves up at lightning speed, broke down their tents, and packed everything onto their horses, ready to find a new place to rest.

Once everyone was packed, Serena helped the Snow Wolf clean up too. She’d just finished vomiting and was starving, so while the others were busy, she quickly grabbed a bite to settle her stomach.

Eating with a pile of corpses nearby—Serena had to admit, her nerves were made of steel.

It was the middle of the night, and finding a good spot wasn’t easy. Serena and Nolan remembered passing a decent place on the way in—not big enough for a proper camp, but nobody felt like sleeping anyway.

The group doubled back, skipped the tents, found a spot, built a fire, and sat together, leaning on each other for rest.

Serena and Nolan were fine—they could sleep anywhere and wake up instantly if needed. But Sean and the Eighteen Riders weren’t so lucky; their minds kept replaying Serena’s magic trick, curiosity gnawing at them. If Nolan hadn’t been there, they’d have rushed over and demanded answers on the spot.

Sean and the Eighteen Riders didn’t say a word, but they were way too wired to sleep, their heads spinning with wild possibilities.

After seeing Serena pull off such a supernatural feat, they figured that even if a ghost popped out of the tomb or the old dynasty’s emperor came back to life, they’d probably just shrug and accept it.

This world was full of wonders—they were just hopelessly out of their depth.

Sean and the Eighteen Riders just stared at each other wide-eyed until dawn.

Serena and Nolan hadn’t really slept—they’d just closed their eyes for a bit. They were well aware of Sean and the Eighteen Riders’ subtle restlessness, but trusted them completely.

At dawn, while Nolan washed nearby, Serena quietly explained the Smart Med-Pack. She didn’t mention her true origins—just said it was a family heirloom she’d stumbled upon, and that it could store and produce a few things, like a ‘mustard-seed world.’

Remembering that Serena’s father was the King of Phoenixfield and her mother the last heir of the pirate Lu clan, Sean and the Eighteen Riders accepted her story easily. With a lineage like that, a magical heirloom didn’t seem strange at all.

Just a storage treasure, right? That, they could handle.

Sean and the Eighteen Riders coached themselves to act cool and collected. They glanced at Nolan, then at the Snow Wolf—no way they’d embarrass themselves by looking like clueless country bumpkins. But...

They were dying to see what Serena’s so-called ‘mustard-seed world’ actually looked like.

Too bad Nolan wasn’t about to give them the chance. As soon as Serena finished talking, Nolan returned—one cold look, and the Eighteen Riders scattered. Sean, outnumbered, had no choice but to join the Snow Wolf in a quiet corner to wash up.

“You explained?” Nolan asked.

“Yeah. They’re all trustworthy.” Even if it sounded absurd, Sean and the Eighteen Riders chose to believe her.

Good thing she hadn’t mentioned body-swapping or other worlds—otherwise Sean and the Eighteen Riders would’ve thought she was making things up. Coming from another world? That would’ve sounded like the worst lie ever.

“Pack up—we’re heading out.” Nolan made it clear: like it or not, Sean and the Eighteen Riders had no choice but to accept things. If any of them got greedy or treated Serena like a monster, Nolan wouldn’t hesitate to feed their bodies to the mausoleum’s flowers.

Luckily, Sean and the Eighteen Riders had no such ideas—just pure amazement. With Serena around, everything was easier: the horses weren’t loaded down, and the group could travel light. No need to worry about food or water, either—Serena had already stocked enough to last half a year inside the tombs.

“No wonder Nolan insists on bringing you every time. With you here, things really do go smoothly.” Sean was half joking, half jealous—Serena always told Nolan everything first.

Serena chuckled and whispered, “He only found out not long ago himself.”

Sean grinned, giving Serena a thumbs-up. “You did the right thing, Qingchen. The fewer people know about something this big, the better. ‘The innocent man is punished for carrying a treasure.’ Drawing attention is never a good idea.”

“Exactly. Besides you all, I won’t tell anyone else.” Serena knew how dangerous it was; even if she wasn’t burned as a witch, someone might kill her for the treasure.

Joking and chatting, the group soon reached the mausoleum’s only entrance—the infamous Yellow Springs Road, the path of no return.