Chapter 117: Young Master~ (Cultivation)

Through the surveillance and energy‑sensing devices spread across the venue, the Academy's senior officials and teachers are closely monitoring this entrance examination.

When Wu Tianming saw Meng Kexin suggest borrowing perfume for the chase, he habitually furrowed his brows, tapping the handrail with his fingers.

"Using specially made perfume for marking and tracking? Is that exploiting a loophole in the rules?"

Professor Gu Siyuan beside him pushed his glasses up, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his gaze behind the lenses.

"The method isn't glorious, but it works."

"That Chen Family kid is indeed meticulous, knows how to use any resource at hand; the rules only say the Assault Team must find a base on its own, they don't specify what method to use."

Su Jingchuan also nodded, seeing no problem with this behavior.

"Pre‑splitting the teams already intends to test information awareness; the Security Team clearly lacks awareness of defending against Special Ability Practitioner Chen Mo Zhi's unique ability, turning the opening advantage into a fatal mistake."

Wu Tianming pondered for a moment, watched the Assault Team on the screen already beginning to track by scent, and finally waved his hand.

Gu Siyuan is a teacher in the Manufacturing Department; he didn't bother with any details, and Wu Tianming had no need to pursue anything, as they said, the pre‑splitting was meant to give them a chance to learn about the enemy.

"Let's observe first; it's also a good chance to see how the Security Team responds when an accident occurs."

Sitting a little farther away, Li Ya's gaze lingered for a long time on Meng Kexin's meticulously made‑up face.

Her delicate appearance clashed with the surrounding environment.

From proposing the suggestion to guiding everyone's thoughts, Chen Mo Zhi spoke almost not a word; all the speaking rights and rhythm were in their hands.

But they deliberately reminded everyone that it was Chen Mo Zhi who let them act early.

On the field, Qi Hengyu was left speechless by Meng Kexin's words; after pondering carefully, it seemed indeed there was no rule violation.

"…Fine, then it's up to you; it's better than searching blindly."

Meng Kexin smiled sweetly, reverting to that delicate, silent "little sidekick."

Chen Mo Zhi became the focus of the crowd; they pursed their lips, yet silently walked forward, carefully distinguishing the scent molecules of the special spice in the air, then stepped forward to lead the way.

The Assault Team members immediately followed; under Chen Mo Zhi's guidance, the squad moved like a wolf pack that has caught a scent, sprinting toward the base.

Meanwhile, the Security Team, still feeling somewhat leisurely as the competition had just begun, was completely unaware that danger was already closing in.

With Chen Mo Zhi's tracking, the Assault Team almost moved in a straight line, swiftly and covertly approaching the perimeter of the Security Team's base.

Qi Hengyu, with a few of the most skilled members, used the terrain for cover and silently slipped to a small rise that overlooked the base entrance.

Through the sparse shrubs he observed, spotting several students patrolling near the base entrance.

The Security Team's condition was clearly lax, gathering in small groups, whispering, even occasionally letting out light laughs.

Obviously they all thought the Assault Team could never find this place so quickly; their vigilance had dropped to the lowest, only occasionally checking for any movement nearby.

"It's literally a heaven‑sent opportunity!"

A flash of brilliance lit Qi Hengyu's eyes, and a bold strike plan formed in his mind.

He quickly retreated a bit farther and rejoined the main force.

"They're now leisurely; it's the perfect moment for us to launch a surprise attack, and of course, the later they realize something's wrong, the better."

"I need some who excel at stealth, or those who can make them lose the ability to resist outright, to clear the peripheral patrol squads with me, set the traps, and if anyone is exposed, we launch a full‑scale attack immediately."

Qi Hengyu's plan was simple and brutal, yet earned unanimous approval; those who felt capable stepped forward, as if a top score in the entrance exam were already within reach.

At that moment, Meng Kexin gently tugged Chen Mo Zhi's sleeve; her beautiful purple eyes showed worry, her voice lowered, but anyone nearby could hear clearly.

"Young master… my skirt isn't very suitable for stealth."

Chen Mo Zhi felt the tug, her shadowy red eyes gave her a brief glance, then turned to Qi Hengyu, who was drafting the plan, and spoke in a detached tone.

"You go ahead first."

He was concise, offering no explanation.

Qi Hengyu was startled for a moment, looked at Chen Mo Zhi and the Meng Kexin beside him, having heard that Chen Mo Zhi's poison was formidable and wanting to see it for himself.

But it's fine that he stayed; someone here also needs to lead.

He nodded.

"Alright, you handle the support, I'll take people to clear the perimeter; if it goes smoothly we infiltrate, if exposed I'll signal immediately, and you launch a full assault at once."

After speaking, Qi Hengyu gathered seven or eight members skilled in stealth or possessing control‑type Aberrant Arts, slipped silently into the surrounding shadows and ruins, and crept toward those lax patrol members.

Chen Mo Zhi gave the remaining people a simple hand sign, indicating they should hide on the spot and await Qi Hengyu's signal.

She herself took Meng Kexin and headed toward the empty little grove.

Watching the direction where Qi Hengyu and others vanished, among the remaining Assault Team members, a few boys couldn't help whispering.

"Tsk, the Chen young master is something else; even now, he still has time to accompany the little girl."

"Isn't that right? Dressing like that for the exam, it's just bringing people along for fun?"

"Say less, you know the Chen family's 'poison'—you all know it—if you anger him, you won't even know how you die."

The few girls in the squad looked at Meng Kexin's cling‑on‑to‑Chen Mo Zhi posture, as if she couldn't live without him, and cast either scornful or dissatisfied glances, feeling she was lowering the average image of female Special Ability Practitioners.

Ensuring no one else could hear their conversation, Chen Mo Zhi redirected her gaze to Meng Kexin, voice pressed low.

"What do you want to do?"

They knew that Meng Kexin was far from the clueless, delicate image she displayed; pulling him to stay must have a purpose.

Meng Kexin's coy expression instantly tightened, though she still wore a sweet smile.

She lightly pointed toward the direction of the base, beginning to analyze rationally.

"Their base is underground; if we can start from a ventilation shaft and deploy something that temporarily disables the people inside, we can take the base without a fight."

A flash of understanding crossed Chen Mo Zhi's red eyes, and they nodded.

"I have a poison that can make them fatigued, and it spreads quickly through airflow, hard to detect."

They paused, looked at Meng Kexin, tone flat yet with a hint of seriousness.

"Next time you can state your ideas directly; there's no need to push the credit onto me."