Medicine Can't Bring Peace to a Chaotic Age, So I'll Bring Peace to the World

Scene One:

She had no grappling hook or rope. Her only advantage was a pile of boulders stored in her spatial realm.

Step One: At a trench, she took a long, narrow stone from her space and laid it lightly across the two sides, instantly making a small stone bridge. She skimmed over it with a light touch of her toes. The moment she landed, she put the stone back in her space, leaving no trace.

Step Two: She had no lightness skills and had no intention of testing herself. With a casual wave of her hand, three flat stones of different sizes landed one after another: the largest on the bottom, the medium one above it, and the smallest for a foothold. In the blink of an eye, they formed a sturdy set of steps that reached well over halfway up the wall. She climbed the wall on stacked stones.

She lightly leaped from the stone pile, grabbed the battlements, and hauled herself onto the top of the wall. Then she turned back and put all three stones away. The spot was spotless, as if nothing had happened.

Step Three: After climbing into the courtyard, she was about to jump down. Just before she hit the ground, she slipped into her space, steadied herself, then came back out. She landed so lightly that she didn't even stir the dust.

The whole maneuver was neat and swift, without a sound, a trace, or a single tool. She relied entirely on taking stones from her space, stacking them, and using them for leverage. And just like that, she easily broke into the Su family's supposedly impregnable fortress.

A free shopping spree, here I come!

Scene Two: The first death warrior crouched at the mouth of an alley and muttered, “Where could that person have gone? It's not like they just vanished into thin air...” His vision blurred. The air warped, and before he could even make a sound, he was dragged into the void. The next second, he was standing in a field inside her space with a hoe shoved into his hands. Unable to move, he could only knuckle down and clear the land.

The second, the third, the fourth... Zhao Jing plucked them up as casually as picking vegetables.

No fight, no sound. Ten grown men disappeared without a trace in the time it takes half an incense stick to burn, as if they had never existed.