Chapter Eleven: Standing Up Against Injustice

One of the servants saw the fear on his face and chuckled.

“Kid, I advise you to behave and obey us. That way, you might still get off easy. Otherwise, you’re in for a world of pain!”

Xu Ze kept retreating, his eyes darting about as he searched for an escape route, his voice trembling.

“I have no grudge against you! Why do you want to kill me?”

The men, of course, would not let him escape. They spat disdainfully.

“Enough of the nonsense! Your life is worthless—if it ends here, so be it!”

“Go! Kill him!”

As the words fell, the three charged forward in unison, drawing gleaming large machetes from their waists. The sunlight reflected off the blades’ tips, sending a chilling gleam that made Xu Ze’s soul tremble.

These servants were burly and strong, and even one of them was more than he could handle, let alone three together!

He had failed in his quest for immortality and now might die in this desolate wilderness!

Surrounded tightly by the trio, despair etched deep into Xu Ze’s face.

At that moment, a loud shout rang out.

“How dare you harm a life in broad daylight!”

Before the words had fully faded, a nimble figure clad in white leapt from the nearby thicket. With a swift whip-like kick, he struck one of the servants, who was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

The figure moved continuously, his palms glowing with white light. With bare hands, he struck the chests of the remaining two servants forcefully. Two heavy thuds followed as they coughed up blood and were hurled back.

Thud!

They landed heavily on the ground.

Xu Ze stared blankly, uncertain what to make of it.

The fierce pursuers who had threatened his life moments ago now lay incapacitated, unable to rise.

The newcomer glanced at the fallen men, ensuring they were beyond recovery, then turned to him.

“It’s alright now, Brother Xu. You’re safe.”

Xu Ze was stunned. This man had clearly come to his aid, yet why did he have no recollection of him?

“May I ask, brother, who are you?”

The man’s appearance was unremarkable; Xu Ze racked his brain but could not recall even a trace of him. He was certain this was their first meeting.

The newcomer was Su Yi, who smiled gently.

“My name is Zhang Yi. I am a wandering cultivator seeking the Way at the Immortal Mist Sect. I saw you being bullied by that Zhao fellow and felt displeased. When I noticed he privately sent men after you, I could not stand it and couldn’t bear to see you perish. So, I followed and intervened.”

Xu Ze’s heart warmed with gratitude upon hearing this.

What a chivalrous soul!

“Thank you, Brother Zhang, for saving me. Without you, I would have truly met a thief’s hand today!”

He cupped his hands and bowed deeply to Su Yi.

Had it not been for his timely arrival, Xu Ze would have been powerless against those vicious servants, facing nothing but death.

How could he ever repay such a life-saving debt?

“Thanks again, Brother Zhang. I will surely repay you handsomely someday!”

Su Yi waved his hand dismissively.

“Ah, it was just a small favor. No need to be so formal, BrotherI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.