Chapter Two: Rescuing My Sister

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The next day, on the bustling streets of Qingping Town.

Gazing at the lively mortal market, Su Yi felt a surge of emotion. When he first crossed into this world, he too frequented the market, always coming and going to purchase necessities. But ever since he became the Holy Son, everything he needed was provided for him, and he rarely had reason to leave his residence.

Though he longed to stroll the streets again, the purpose of his visit was not yet fulfilled, so he suppressed the urge.

In an instant, the powerful divine sense of a Core Formation cultivator enveloped the area; not even the bawdy shouts of the old procuress at the brothel’s door escaped his notice. Every whisper of the wind, every subtle movement, was laid bare before him.

“Found it!”

Very quickly, he locked onto the location of the Black Scar Gang. His figure flickered and vanished on the spot, leaving passersby stunned and wide-eyed, as if they had seen a ghost.

At the same time, before a freshly heaped lonely grave outside town—

A young girl in blue, her face stricken with fear, retreated step by step until her back pressed against the grave.

Before her stood a burly man with a hideous scar slashed across his face. He grinned maliciously; the scar seemed to come alive, a fat black centipede crawling across his cheek—a sight both grotesque and terrifying.

“Little lady, your brother, fearing you’d be left alone, entrusted you to me before he died. Come now, I’ll take you home. With me, you’ll have nothing to fear—plenty to eat, and you’ll grow plump and healthy.”

“Bah! You fiend! It was you who killed my brother, and now you want to defile me? I’d rather die than yield to you!”

Yun Qiao’s eyes brimmed with tears. Though her shoulders shook with fright, her gaze remained unyielding, filled with stubborn defiance.

That defiance was precisely what the scarred man craved; the more she resisted, the more he desired her. Her refusal to submit, her unwillingness even to approach, stoked the wildest urges within him.

“Heh. That’s not up to you. Your brother entrusted you to me, so I must look after you. Best behave yourself…”

As he spoke, he waved, and two lackeys sidled forward, grinning wickedly.

“Our boss taking a fancy to you is a blessing—you wouldn’t believe how many women would throw themselves at him and still be turned away. Don’t be ungrateful!”

Seeing herself about to fall into the hands of such fiends, Su Yunqiao’s face went pale with horror. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she glanced frantically around, searching for any possible escape.

The two thugs were just about to pounce when, all at once, a terrifying pressure descended.

In that moment, each of them felt a bone-chilling wind sweep over them, cold seeping from their feet to the crown of their heads. Paralyzed with terror, not one dared to move.

Su Yunqiao, feeling none of this oppressive force, only wondered why her tormentors were frozen in place. Her eyes darted about until she noticed, behind the scarred man, someone had appeared without her realizing.

This newcomer wore a robe of silver brocade, his brows sharp as swords, his star-like eyes deep and serene. Standing beside the scarred man, the contrast was stark—one grotesque and menacing, the other ethereal and refined, as though a celestial being had descended to earth.

She saw him smile gently at her before his gaze shifted, settling on the inscription carved upon her brother’s tombstone.

“The grave of my elder brother, Su Yi? What a coincidence—my name is also Su Yi, just like your brother.”

So it was only a matter of identical names—no wonder there had been confusion.

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“What?”

Only now did Su Yunqiao come to her senses, staring blankly at Su Yi, unable to guess the purpose of this man who claimed to share her brother’s name.

The scarred man swallowed with difficulty, instinctively realizing that the crushing pressure emanated from this stranger.

“Who… who are you, sir? Have I offended you in some way?”

The weight of that presence pressed upon him so heavily he could barely breathe. He knew that, should this man wish it, his life could be ended in a single thought.

His two henchmen had already collapsed to the ground, faces flushed red as boiled shrimp, as though they might burst apart at any moment.

And yet, the man had not even made a move.

When had such a formidable figure appeared in this remote backwater?

Su Yi withdrew his gaze and cast a glance at the scarred man.

“You are Zhao Dezhu, leader of the Black Scar Gang?”

A chill ran through Zhao Dezhu’s heart. He was sure he didn’t know this fearsome stranger—could he have come specifically for him?

Seeing displeasure flicker across Su Yi’s face, he hurried to answer.

“Yes… yes, I am! I don’t know what orders the senior may have for me!”

Having confirmed his target, Su Yi nodded.

“That’s all I needed.”

With a single thought, Zhao Dezhu’s body exploded, dissolving instantly into a mist of blood—no trace of bone or flesh remained.

“Ding! Host has completed the novice mission. The system is now repairing your dantian and meridians…”

The notification in his ear failed to draw Su Yi’s attention; his focus remained on the tombstone.

If his guess was correct, this pitiful soul was the one the system had originally intended for—all because they shared the name Su Yi.

Yet, through some twist of fate, the so-called Waste Nurturing System had bound itself to him instead.

Thus, the original Su Yi never awakened, never received any rewards, and was killed before he could act—his grave already marked.

Had he received the system, perhaps he might have risen up in vengeance, carving his own legend.

But now, not only did he fail to carve a path of blood, he hadn’t even survived to see his enemy’s face. Truly, a wretched fate.

The system was of no use to him now. He had thought, if it was important to the original, he would have returned it as a favor—a small kindness.

He was already a dragon among men; such external aid was merely icing on the cake. Returning it would have cost him nothing.

But now, with the intended host dead, what was the point?

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Never mind. If it can’t be returned, he would simply carry on completing its tasks. With or without it, he remained the Holy Son.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, a warm current surged into his dantian.

Su Yi paused, focused his mind, and looked inward.

He saw his dantian awash in golden light—its strength and the speed of spiritual energy circulating within had both increased dramatically.

Even his meridians shone with golden brilliance, feeling far tougher and more resilient.

“Is this a layer of gold plating?”

Good heavens, his dantian and meridians now gleamed with a radiant luster.

After a thorough check, finding no ill effects and only greater strength, he was reassured.

Now, his meridians, sea of qi, and dantian were every bit as robust as those of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

It seemed these rewards were not without merit.

Having tasted these benefits, Su Yi began to look forward to the rewards of future tasks.

Just then, a timid voice sounded.

“Th… thank you, senior, for saving me and… and avenging my brother.”

Su Yi immediately turned his gaze upon the terrified girl before him.

The system’s original host’s sister appeared to be about thirteen or fourteen. Dressed in coarse linen, she was thin and frail—perhaps from malnutrition, her skin was pallid. Despite her youth, her features were delicate, and the sorrow between her brows inspired a poignant sympathy. She was the very image of a rare beauty in the making; if she grew up well, she would be a true beauty.

Not knowing her age before, Su Yi, now seeing how young she was, silently cursed Zhao Dezhu as a beast.

But now that the man was dead, there was little more to be said.

Su Qiao’er felt Su Yi’s gaze burning upon her and dared not meet his eyes. She shrank back, cheeks flushing red, and lowered her head in nervousness.

Though born into poverty, she was not lacking in discernment.

Just from his clothes alone, she could tell Su Yi was not of her world. And if he could kill someone like Zhao Dezhu, who was at the third level of Qi Refinement, without lifting a finger, he was no ordinary person.

Looking at Su Yi’s bearing, the depth in his eyes like the brilliance of distant stars, she felt her own insignificance and could not help but feel an urge to kneel in reverence.

The impression he gave her was even more awe-inspiring than her own family’s Foundation Establishment ancestor. She even had the faint sense that her ancestor might not be a match for the man before her.