Volume One, Chapter Thirteen: Life’s First Lesson—Writing a Will

Wudu University,

Lu Jing accompanied Su Qiqi on a tour around the campus, gaining a preliminary understanding of this institution.

Wudu University is situated atop the outer city walls of Wucheng, not far from the military garrison.

Though perched on a mountain peak, the academy’s buildings are arranged harmoniously. Pavilions, terraces, and towers nestle beneath blooming flowers and verdant trees, with intricately carved beams and painted rafters of exquisite craftsmanship. Every corner exudes the unique charm of an ancient civilization.

The campus environment is serene, and the student dormitories are no less impressive. Each building rises twenty to thirty stories, filled with spacious double rooms equipped with all necessary living amenities.

Due to the vast expanse and sparse population, the martial training grounds and cultivation fields are extraordinarily vast.

Thanks to Su Qiqi’s status, they were assigned to quite decent dormitories, each placed on the second floor. Don’t underestimate the difference between floors; freshmen on the first floor are often summoned by teachers for menial tasks and errands, with little freedom.

“Student Su, here is the university’s all-in-one card. I’ve already loaded it with 1,000 points, enough to redeem 500,000 spirit stones. It also grants you access to the school library, where you can study advanced martial techniques anytime. You’re entitled to an A-grade combat suit and a matching sword. As for low-grade spirit pills, you may take them freely, but rare pills require formal procedures.

“Of course, Student Lu, you have the same.”

Principal Huang smiled as he handed them two sleek black cards.

“Thank you, Principal.”

“No trouble at all.”

Just then, a mechanical announcement echoed from the school’s broadcast system:

“In ten minutes, all first-year students must wear their training uniforms and assemble on the playground!

“Repeating, in ten minutes, all first-year students must wear their training uniforms and assemble on the playground!”

Lu Jing glanced at Principal Huang, who softly hummed, “Peace be with you, peace be with you.”

A deep sense of malice stirred in Lu Jing’s brow.

Ten minutes later,

Over three thousand freshmen and seventy-eight mentors stood on the playground. Many familiar faces appeared among the mentors, likely drawn from most instructors in Wucheng.

Each was clad in training attire—some wielded swords, others brandished knives, and a few even carried cannons—faces solemn.

Standing there, Lu Jing suddenly realized.

Of course, the first lesson at Wudu was about to begin.

The students’ eyes widened in awe as they regarded the officer on the platform—Deputy Battalion Commander Gu Wu of Military Base F323.

“Students, grip your blades tightly. We are about to depart for Tianmen Pass.”

Though most were mentally prepared, the announcement still stirred unrest.

Damn, just awakened and already sent to the battlefield—aren’t they pushing too hard?

At that moment, everyone’s hearts were gripped with fear; anyone claiming to be unafraid was merely fooling themselves.

Gu Wu noticed their expressions and continued, “Do not be afraid. The area you are entering has already been swept by the military, so the safety index remains relatively high. Your main task is to clean up the battlefield.”

Hearing this, their expressions visibly relaxed.

“But remember, there is no absolute safety at the Yumen Pass battlefield. Accidents may happen at any moment. Perhaps some of you will remain at Yumen Pass forever.”

His words tightened their hearts once more.

“Of course, the military and school teachers will be there to protect you. Under no circumstances should you stray from the main force. Any consequences arising from disobedience will be your own responsibility.”

Zhang Wei, standing in front of Lu Jing, muttered quietly, “This instructor must have asthma; can’t he speak straight through without stopping?”

“Scared, huh?” Lu Jing nudged Zhang Wei’s calf.

“Who wouldn’t be?”

“Scared already? We haven’t even started.”

Soon after, each class’s mentor gathered their students.

At that moment, a graceful figure approached their class—a woman known as Fang Lan, their instructor, nicknamed the Queen of Flowers.

Her peach blossom eyes shimmered with gentle waves, her jet-black hair tied high in a sleek ponytail. Her delicate face was small as a palm, pure and clean.

“Little white flower.”

Immediately, the male students’ gazes were captivated.

Except for Lu Jing, who fully understood the true nature behind this seemingly innocent “pure little flower.”

“I am your instructor, Fang Lan. I look forward to working with you these next four years.”

“Whoo-hoo...” The male students of Class Eight erupted in excitement.

So innocent! But looks can be deceiving—the real trials for these brothers were still ahead.

Lu Jing shook his head, feeling deep sympathy for their future.

The brief excitement over the instructor’s arrival soon passed.

The mentors began organizing positions, and the main event was about to commence.

Fang Lan handed out sheets of blank paper and pens.

“Next, write your wills.”

When those sheets of paper were placed before these youthful boys and girls, all were momentarily at a loss.

Fang Lan’s calm voice rang out: “Life is full of unexpected turns. No one knows whether tomorrow or disaster will come first. Especially for us, about to step onto the battlefield, write something—leave some thoughts for your family and friends. Hand in your wills in half an hour.”

After a long pause, the students gradually gripped their pens and began to write.

Zhang Wei: “Mom, Dad, I truly don’t want you to see this letter, but if you do, it means I am gone. Thank you for raising me. In the next life, I hope to be your child again. Dad, cut down on smoking and exercise more—your belly’s getting bigger by the day. Mom, I’m sorry I didn’t go to an ordinary university like you wished, but I want to leave my deepest love to the motherland. After all, we are all Chinese.”

Lin Ze: “Grandma, Grandpa, I’m sorry for my earlier words. You’ve always felt indebted to me, but I want to say that as children of martyrs, I am proud of them...”

Many students’ tears fell unconsciously, soaking the paper and blurring their words.

Indeed, humans are creatures of emotion.

They have family, friends, loved ones—these bonds become sources of immense strength.

Only Lu Jing’s will contained a single line, as he had no intention of writing one.

Lu Jing: “Mom, Dad, watch less TV and stop whining all day. Think about others for once, alright? Also, I’m craving sweet and sour pork ribs.”

He had no intention of submitting a will.

Why?

Because he was one hundred percent confident he wouldn’t die on the battlefield.

Call him arrogant, call him overconfident—it didn’t matter. His will to survive was stronger than anything.

After all, having died once, who would want to die again?

No matter what happened, he could not die!

Absolutely not!

Once all wills were completed, Fang Lan collected them.

“Listen carefully. We are about to head to the battlefield. Beneath our feet lies a massive teleportation array. We will use it to reach Yumen Pass. During this process, keep your eyes tightly closed until I tell you to open them. Understood?”

“Understood.”

The crowd replied in unison.

“Good. Teleportation will begin in one minute. Now, please close your eyes.”