Chapter 51: Probationary Members

Lin Yu gazed thoughtfully at the information on the screen.

It had been twenty-four days since he joined the group; the other members had joined three days earlier, totaling twenty-seven days.

Combined with the number of probationary members listed in the second line, it was clear the group invited a new member every thirty days.

As for the final [View Probationary Members List]…

Lin Yu’s mind stirred, and the list instantly unfolded, revealing two names glowing silver.

【Li Shimin】

【He Jingfeng】

Lin Yu had never heard the name He Jingfeng before.

But Li Shimin? Every descendant of Yan and Huang knew him.

So… was this a coincidence, or the real man?

If it was a coincidence, it was too unlikely—who would name their child this?

If it was the real man, then Lin Yu’s earlier assumption was likely wrong—the group had no hidden requirement that members must be transmigrants.

As Lin Yu thought this, he directed his awareness toward the name “Li Shimin.”

The moment he opened the list, he had sensed an unusual fluctuation in the silver glow.

It was a power rooted in the same source as the invitation and the teleportation portal.

Thus Lin Yu guessed the silver glow on these names wasn’t just for show—it likely had other functions.

Indeed, the instant his awareness touched the silver light, a scroll slowly unfurled in his mind.

It was a valley thick with forests and hills, littered with arrows, spears, and banners along the sloping paths.

Amid deafening battle cries, a young general led eight hundred elite cavalry into the valley, shielded by archers on both sides, charging straight into the chaotic enemy ranks.

In an instant, blades flashed, blood sprayed across the sky.

The eight hundred elite cavalry acted like a sharp blade, slicing through the already panicked enemy lines.

Hooves pounded, kicking up clouds of dust.

When the dust settled, only corpses of men and horses, severed limbs, and broken weapons remained.

Crimson blood splashed upward; the young general laughed loudly, slashing off an enemy’s head, his laughter shaking the forest.

The soldiers behind him seemed infected by his spirit, raising a massive banner bearing the character “Han,” their eyes blazing as they stared at the fiery figure ahead, charging forward without hesitation.

Nearby, the retreating allied troops, hearing the panicked shouts behind them, finally halted.

An elderly general reined his horse around, his eyes gleaming as he watched the young general charging through the enemy ranks.

The next instant, he swung his spear violently, roared a command, and led his cavalry back into battle.

“So… where’s Li Shimin?”

Lin Yu frowned, surveying the entire battlefield.

At that moment, the elderly general displayed combat prowess utterly unmatched by his appearance.

He led his bodyguards like lightning into the enemy formation, his spear darting up and down, swiftly piercing the throats of nearby soldiers.

“Puch—”

With the sound of spear piercing flesh, blood sprayed through the air like paint.

The seemingly aged general achieved a terrifying slaughter efficiency with minimal effort and the pinnacle of spear technique!

Soon, the old general broke through the enemy line, and the “Zhao” banner behind him finally merged with the “Han” standard.

Watching the old general, drenched in blood yet unharmed, the young general laughed heartily, pointing his horse spear around and declaring with pride: “Uncle Zhao!”

“Does this scene remind you of Changban Slope?”

…?

A question mark slowly formed in Lin Yu’s mind.

The elderly general, seemingly Zhao Yun, smiled and replied sincerely: “Even better than Changban Slope!”

The young general hung his spear, drew his bow, shot down a cavalryman ahead, and laughed again:

“I hold the bow, you hold the spear—what can a million men do to us?”

The old and young exchanged smiles, then spurred their horses forward, charging straight for the enemy’s main banner.

“…”

Seeing this, Lin Yu’s lip twitched, his mind brimming with unspoken complaints.

Since Changban Slope was mentioned, the elderly general was undoubtedly Zhao Yun.

As for the young man beside the “Han” banner, he was almost certainly Liu Chan—already crowned emperor.

But how could Liu Chan, of all people, lead troops into battle and possess such martial skill?

Combined with the probationary member’s name, the only possible truth was:

“Li Shimin transmigrated into Liu Chan?”

“What kind of Zhihu copy is this? The Heavenly Khan of Shu Han!”

Lin Yu stared at the scroll, his head full of black lines, thinking: “Now I’m really ‘seven times in and out with Zilong—except I’m even ahead of him!’”

At that moment, new information appeared in the scroll.

Lin Yu’s mind stirred—he realized the group was asking whether he wanted to vote for Li Shimin.

Vote?

Lin Yu raised an eyebrow, quickly understanding this was one of the administrator’s privileges.

That is, administrators could vote to determine the next new member in advance.

With only one administrator, Lin Yu’s vote carried immense weight.

Whoever he voted for would become the next member…

So… should he vote for this Li Shimin who transmigrated into Liu Chan?

Lin Yu hesitated, then decided to first check on the other probationary member—He Jingfeng.

He cast one final glance at the still-charging “Liu Shimin,” then turned his gaze to the other name.

Instantly, neon lights of all colors flooded his vision.

Between towering skyscrapers, crowds surged, traffic flowed endlessly, the whole scene bursting with prosperity.

It was a modern world!

Lin Yu’s eyes brightened.

Li Shimin transmigrating into Liu Chan was fascinating, but the group already had too many non-magic worlds; adding another Three Kingdoms meant little.

Compared to this advanced modern world, the appeal was far greater.

“So… where’s He Jingfeng?”

Lin Yu scanned the skyscrapers, quickly locking onto the rooftop of one building.

There, a suspicious black-clad man lay motionless at the edge, a sniper rifle set before him, his telescopic sight silently tracking the street below.

Lin Yu’s mind shifted, zooming the view to the man’s face.

He appeared to be in his mid-twenties, with above-average looks, soft facial features—likely Han Chinese, but his irises held a faint blue tint, suggesting mixed Caucasian and Han ancestry.

“The camera angle was deliberately raised—this must be him!”

Lin Yu studied the suspected assassin with interest.

Suddenly, the black-clad man pulled the trigger without warning; the silenced shot echoed across the rooftop.

Lin Yu was startled—he detected no spiritual fluctuation from the man at all, as if pulling the trigger was as natural as breathing, utterly unremarkable.

A ruthless one.

Lin Yu judged instantly, then shifted his gaze along the rifle’s trajectory to the street below.

Three hundred meters away, a middle-aged man stepping out of a luxury car collapsed, shot through the chest.

His bodyguards rushed over—some shielding him with their bodies, others drawing pistols and shouting orders to keep bystanders away.

Blood streamed down the iron fence into the sewer, plunging the entire street into chaos.

Yet the perpetrator had already risen, not even glancing at his target, swiftly disassembling the sniper rifle as he moved away from the rooftop edge, hidden from pedestrians below.

By the time Lin Yu looked away, the black-clad man had already packed the disassembled rifle into a nearby briefcase.

Lin Yu assumed he’d exit via the rooftop entrance and flee immediately—but instead, the man began sprinting across the rooftop.

Lin Yu’s eyes widened as the man accelerated, then leaped from the edge, soaring nearly twenty meters to land on a slightly shorter building across the gap!

(End of Chapter)