Taking Action Arriving on Auspicious Clouds

No matter the era, there are always people who have nothing to do with peace and prosperity, who cannot live as ordinary folk. They roam dangerous places, disregarding law and morality, doing things that must remain in the shadows.

Sometimes they act for their country, sometimes for secret organizations, handling matters that can never be brought to light.

In modern China, there exists a mysterious paranormal unit codenamed 'Dragon,' the government's secret weapon. They carry out missions in the dark that cannot be exposed.

Every member of the Dragon Unit possesses a unique supernatural ability, making them formidable solo operatives.

Some can control water, some control fire, some can alter the flow of time, others are born with hypnotic powers or toxic bodies—abilities strange and unheard of.

Serena Feng knows all this because the Dragon Unit once sought her out.

The specialist responsible for awakening abilities in the Dragon Unit told her that her brainwaves were abnormal, suggesting she might possess a latent power that had never surfaced.

If not for that fatal accident, perhaps she would have joined the Dragon Unit; she was curious what ability she might awaken. But with her death, all became a mystery.

Shaking off these thoughts, Serena Feng stopped dwelling on her past life and followed the tracks deeper into the woods.

Soon, wolf howls echoed nearby. Serena's eyes lit up and she hurried toward the source of the sound.

One hand on the reins, the other gripping her pistol—if she swapped it for a hunting rifle, she’d look every bit the hunter.

"Your Highness, look out—!"

"Splurt—"

"Awooo—"

"Beast!"

When Serena arrived, she saw two blood-soaked bodyguards, eyes red, locked in close combat with wolves.

The man shielded behind them was also covered in blood, with a huge chunk of flesh torn from his arm by a wolf. Despite the severe wound, he gritted his teeth, refusing to utter a sound; only a violent, ruthless glint flickered in his eyes.

Serena guessed this must be Prince Adrian—a man clearly dangerous, though just how foolish he was remained to be seen.

The two bodyguards were also wounded, and after running all this way, they were struggling to fend off the two wolves. Fighting desperately, they urged the man behind them: "Your Highness, go! Go now—"

"No! How could I abandon you? Ninth Royal Uncle is still in the forest, waiting for me to save him." Dongling Zichun stubbornly ignored their pleas, clutching his injured arm and glaring fiercely at the wolves.

If looks could kill, those two wolves would have died long ago under Dongling Zichun’s glare. But unfortunately…

“Fool who doesn’t know his limits,” Serena Feng muttered irritably.

She’s always hated people like this—those who think they’re helping but only make trouble for others. Clearly, Prince Adrian was one of them.

After hearing Prince Adrian’s words, Serena figured the bodyguards who’d died along the way were probably victims of his reckless stubbornness.

Thinking of this made her dislike him even more. But since he mentioned Ninth Royal Uncle—and given his status—Serena wouldn’t just stand by and watch him die, no matter how much she disliked him.

Now, dusk was falling, and since she was on horseback, she could fire her gun without anyone noticing…

“Hyah!”

Serena Feng whipped her reins and charged toward Prince Adrian and his two guards.

“Help is here!” Prince Adrian heard the shout and looked up, just in time to see Serena Feng dashing in on horseback, radiant and confident, drawing her gun and shooting down the wolves.

Bang! Bang! Serena Feng wasn’t a sharpshooter, but at close range she was steady—two shots, two wolves dropped instantly.

The gunshots startled birds in the woods, sending them flapping away—their flight path exactly opposite the direction Serena had come from.

Serena Feng burst through the flock like a phoenix, feathers swirling around her. She looked like a goddess striding through the twilight.

Dongling Zichun stared, not blinking once.

So beautiful! So beautiful!

Thump... thump...

Dongling Zichun’s right hand, which had been clutching his wounded left arm, now pressed against his chest.

He felt like his heart was about to leap out of his chest.

Especially when Serena Feng rode up, towering above him, looking down from her horse—he felt he could hardly breathe.

Night was falling, but Dongling Zichun could swear the woman before him was wrapped in a halo of rainbow light, so dazzling he couldn’t look away.

He just stood there, frozen, his eyes following Serena Feng wherever she moved, grinning like a fool.

"Idiot?" Serena Feng glanced at Dongling Zichun, then ignored him and dismounted.

The two bodyguards knew she was their savior. Despite their injuries, they stepped forward and said, "Thank you, miss, for saving us."

"No need for thanks—it was nothing." Serena replied. "Gentlemen, are you the guards assigned to protect Ninth Royal Uncle during the hunt?" She glanced at their wounds, guessing they wouldn’t die even if she didn’t help, so she played dumb and didn’t offer.

Her only concern was for Ninth Royal Uncle’s safety.

"And you are?" The two bodyguards eyed Serena Feng warily, tightening their grip on their blades.

"I’m Serena Feng, daughter of General Feng." She introduced herself directly, mentioning her father for clarity.

The bodyguards studied Serena Feng carefully. She let them look as long as they liked. After a moment, they relaxed. "So you’re Miss Feng. Forgive us for our rudeness."

With that, they saluted her.

"No need for formalities. Gentlemen, do you know where Ninth Royal Uncle is? Is he in danger?" Serena’s eyes grew dark with worry as she spoke of danger.

Serena kept asking about Ninth Royal Uncle. The bodyguards knew the type—another woman infatuated with him, clueless about her place.

Still, plenty of women in the capital admired Ninth Royal Uncle, so Serena was hardly unusual.

The bodyguards hesitated, unsure whether to answer, when Dongling Zichun finally snapped out of it. Hearing Serena ask about Ninth Royal Uncle, he blurted, "He rushed into the woods! We’re searching for him too."

"He rushed into the woods? Impossible." Serena was surprised that Prince Adrian didn’t seem so foolish after all, but she didn’t pursue it—just shot him a look.

Dongling Zichun, suddenly excited, felt his heart race again. His eyes shone as he straightened up, eager to explain: "It’s true! When Ninth Royal Uncle and I were ambushed by wolves and assassins, he charged in the opposite direction to draw them away. I was worried about him, so I followed."

"To save you?" Serena Feng frowned.

That was reason enough for her to dislike Prince Adrian—Ninth Royal Uncle was only in danger because of him.

But Dongling Zichun had no idea. He only noticed how much Serena cared about Nolan, and tried to please her: "Yes, Ninth Royal Uncle risked himself for me. He’s always looked after me, and even now, he’s the only one who’d protect me like this."

By the end, he looked genuinely sad.

"Ninth Royal Uncle dotes on you?" Serena’s gaze toward Dongling Zichun grew colder—her dislike deepened.

Dongling Zichun didn’t notice. He just nodded enthusiastically: "He really cares for me. In the palace, he always shields me. Now that he’s in danger, I can’t abandon him and run for my own life."

He spoke righteously, but thinking of his own sorry state, he grew discouraged again: "Am I really that useless? I wanted to help Ninth Royal Uncle, but ended up getting the bodyguards killed instead."

"Not at all, Your Highness is loyal and kind." Serena replied perfunctorily.

Prince Adrian might lack judgment, but he was truly devoted to Ninth Royal Uncle. Unlike Dongling Ziluo, he wasn’t arrogant or insufferable.

Praised by Serena Feng, Dongling Zichun actually blushed, growing shy and tongue-tied.

The two bodyguards watched in amazement.

The fearless, overbearing Prince Adrian had never shown this side before—the bodyguards were stunned.

Serena Feng didn’t notice the strange behavior of the three men. Her eyes fell on Dongling Zichun’s injured arm; if it wasn’t treated soon, he’d likely lose it.

But treating it would take time, and with Ninth Royal Uncle’s fate uncertain, Serena was anxious—she really didn’t want to waste time on Prince Adrian’s wound.

But…

If the Emperor found out she’d met Prince Adrian but hadn’t treated his wound, letting him lose his left arm, he’d surely blame her—he doted on Prince Adrian after all.

Getting blamed was a small matter; Serena feared the Emperor would use it as an excuse to vent his anger on Ninth Royal Uncle.

Forget it. If only for Ninth Royal Uncle’s sake, she had to treat the prince’s wound properly.

"Prince Adrian, sit down. I’ll bandage your wound." Serena decided, slinging off her backpack.

Dongling Zichun was flattered and delighted: "Yes, yes!"

He moved closer, openly adoring her: "Miss Feng, don’t call me ‘Prince.’ My name is Dongling Zichun—just call me Zichun. Can I call you Serena?"

Dongling Zichun smiled bashfully; the two bodyguards, meanwhile, felt a chill.

"Etiquette must be observed. I’m just a commoner, how could I address Your Highness by name? Please sit, so I can treat your wound while there’s still light." Serena declined coolly, keeping her distance and ignoring his last question.

"Oh…" Dongling Zichun was disappointed but obedient, sitting down and sneaking glances at Serena Feng.

Serena noticed and frowned, but said nothing.

Her only goal was to treat Prince Adrian’s wound so the Emperor wouldn’t cause trouble for her or Ninth Royal Uncle. She had no intention of getting involved with this prince.

Of the Dongling royal family, the only one she cared about was Ninth Royal Uncle.

She still didn’t know where Ninth Royal Uncle was.

Staring into the dark depths of the forest, Serena Feng grew more and more anxious…