The entire school embarks on a survival journey, starting from a primeval rainforest.

The thick fog flowed slowly through the forest, like a layer of damp gray gauze, blurring everything in the distance into a hazy silhouette.

The air was filled with a strange smell of humus and blood, and occasionally the chirping of unknown insects could be heard from deep within.

Jiang Fan gripped the wooden gun tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

The tip of the gun was pressed against the ground, and his body leaned slightly forward, like a fully drawn bow.

He could hear his heart pounding heavily in his chest, and he could also feel Yang Wanjun holding her breath beside him out of nervousness.

Light and shallow, yet carrying the trembling of someone who has been injured.

Her body was tense, her back against the rough bark of the tree, and her face appeared exceptionally pale in the dim light.

Although the wounds were simply bandaged, the oozing blood continued to slowly spread.

In her current state, let alone fighting, even escaping quickly would be a problem.

Despair crept into her heart.

Just then...

"Meow!"

A warning, hoarse howl from a wildcat suddenly rang out from the bushes to their left.

Then came a violent shaking of the branches and leaves, as if something was rampaging inside.

"Damn! It's just a stray cat!" the person muttered under their breath and walked back.

Jiang Fan and Yang Wanjun both breathed a sigh of relief, their tense muscles relaxing slightly, but neither dared to truly relax.

The two remained close to the shadow of the giant tree, listening to the sounds outside.

Time crawled slowly in the dead silence.

The fog seemed to have thickened further, with visibility less than five meters.

Occasionally, the sounds of Honglu Society members parting the bushes and whispering could be heard from afar, but they never approached the area again.

About fifteen minutes later, Peter Feng's voice rang out again, this time with obvious impatience: "Alright, it seems there's really no one here. Pack up, take the useful things, and head back."

Soon after, a jumble of footsteps sounded, gradually fading into the distance, and finally disappearing completely into the depths of the rainforest.

Only then did Yang Wanjun let out a long, silent breath.

The exhaustion from surviving the ordeal made her legs feel weak.

At the same time, the position of being almost pressed against Jiang Fan made her feel extremely uncomfortable. The man's body temperature came through her thin clothes, and his breath was close to her ear, mixed with the smell of blood and sweat.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly braced herself against the tree trunk, trying to get up and create some distance.

But the moment she made that move, Jiang Fan's arm tightened again, pulling her back.

The force wasn't strong, but it was sudden enough.

Caught off guard, Yang Wanjun lost her balance and fell backward, crashing headfirst into Jiang Fan's arms.

A warm chest, a steady heartbeat.

Her nose almost touched his chin.

The scene froze instantly.

Yang Wanjun's body stiffened, and alarm bells rang in her mind.

She looked up abruptly at Jiang Fan's face, which appeared even more effeminate in the shadows, her heart filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Could it be that he...?

It's no wonder she overthinks things.

She has a clear understanding of her own qualities. Her looks and figure are among the best in the college. Even though the school's male-to-female ratio is 3:7, she has never stopped having suitors, both overt and covert, over the past two years.

Now, in this perilous and disorderly rainforest, and with her opponent being a powerful and mysterious expert, she would be almost powerless to resist if he were to harbor any ill intentions, given her severe injuries.

Various terrible thoughts flashed through my mind in a split second.

"Don't move." Jiang Fan's voice was extremely low, almost touching her earlobe, and his warm breath tickled her earlobe. "Peter Feng is a meticulous man. He might not really be gone."

Yang Wanjun was taken aback.

It wasn't what she thought?

A sense of shame belatedly welled up inside her, burning her cheeks.

At this critical moment of life and death, I was actually thinking about all sorts of random things...

She pursed her lips, forcing herself to calm down, and lowered her body again.

really.

Just a few minutes later, a very faint sound of footsteps, almost blending into the wind, came from a few meters away.

It is almost impossible to detect unless you listen carefully.

Peter Feng, accompanied by two men, reappeared in the distance like ghosts.

His sharp gaze swept over every inch of ground and every shadow around the beast's nest, and he even looked up at the tree canopy above.

He stood silently for almost a minute before finally waving his hand.

"withdraw."

This time, the footsteps truly faded into the distance.

Only now did Yang Wanjun truly relax.

The look in her eyes as she looked at Jiang Fan held a complex mix of admiration.

This person appeared arrogant and domineering, like a reckless brute who would "take you down if he didn't like you," but in reality, he was so cautious and meticulous in his actions.

Sure enough, in this ghostly environment, no one can be trusted.

A person's outward personality may just be a carefully crafted disguise.

After patiently waiting for nearly twenty minutes to confirm that the Honglu Society would not launch a surprise attack, Jiang Fan helped Yang Wanjun out of their hiding place.

Without lingering, the two quickly left the area reeking of blood.

Jiang Fan chose a different path from the one he came by, avoiding the soft ground where he might leave his mark, and instead choosing areas with tangled tree roots and thick layers of fallen leaves.

Yang Wanjun gritted her teeth and followed, and although every step aggravated her wounds, she did not utter a sound.

Finally, they stopped in a corner where a huge rock wall was behind them and dense vines hung down naturally to provide shade in front of them.

It's relatively dry here, and the view is blocked by vines, making it a good place to rest temporarily.

The sunlight filtering through the thick fog appeared a sickly grayish-white, making it impossible to discern the exact time.

The rainforest is always dark, damp, and sweltering.

"Rest here for a while." Jiang Fan released his hand from hers, while he himself kept a watchful eye on the surroundings.

Yang Wanjun slowly sat down against the rock wall, took out some clean strips of cloth from her small bag, and re-treated the wounds on her arms and ribs.

His movements were practiced, but his brows were furrowed with pain.

Jiang Fan then began to count the spoils he had taken from the corpses of the Honglu Society members.

Four white cards lay open in my palm.

[White Building Card - Level 1 Fish Pond]

[White Building Card - Level 1 Mill]

[White Resource Card - Vegetable Seeds (Potato)]

【White Function Card - Simple Irrigation】

They are all cards related to home construction; none of them can directly increase combat power.

That makes sense; cards that could enhance strength would have already been used up by them.

Jiang Fan felt a little regretful, but still carefully put the card away.

Fishponds and mills may be useful for the future development of "Spark," and potato seeds are a valuable source of sustainable food.

Especially for someone with a carb-obsessed mind like him, the combination of potatoes and millstones immediately heightened his anticipation.

Adding a handful of potato noodles while stewing meat would be an absolute perfect match.

By this time, Yang Wanjun had finished treating her wounds. Her face was still pale, but she seemed to be in better spirits.

After hesitating for a moment, she took out three cards from her pocket and handed them to Jiang Fan.

"I promised you." Her voice was a little hoarse. "All the cards I have are yours."

One green, two white.

Jiang Fan was somewhat surprised and took the card.

The green card is quite valuable; how come she's kept it without using it until now?

But when his gaze fell on the card, he immediately understood.

And a hint of joy flashed through his heart.