Father only has Aunt Zhou in his heart. The Shen family was destroyed, his sister died tragically, and his mother is his only relative in this world. Wen Yaoyu is his last hope. He cannot give up, he cannot!

"Damn it, you're really annoying!"

Seeing the indomitable yellow-clad youth, the red-clad youth frowned, a murderous intent rising within him, and he raised his long sword once more.

This time, the gun was aimed at the boy in the yellow shirt's neck.

"Clang..."

However, when he swung his sword down, instead of the expected head falling to the ground, he struck a mouthful...

Small black pot?

"who!"

Upon seeing this, the boy in red immediately stepped back warily and quickly turned to look at the person with his knife.

Upon discovering that it was just a seven or eight-year-old boy, he was momentarily stunned, but then relaxed his guard.

He straightened up and said disdainfully, "What are you doing, little brat? Don't tell me you want to stand up for what's right?"

"Second Young Master!"

At this moment, Jin Yue ran to the yellow-robed youth, crying and helping him up. Tears streamed down her face as she said, "It really is Second Young Master! Weren't you at the Tianyu Sect? How did you end up here?!"

"Oh, so you're from the Jun family. No wonder."

Upon hearing this, the red-clad youth finally understood, his eyes turning cold as he said, "Jun Ran, consider yourself lucky. I'll let you live for now, but next time..."

"You won't get a next time."

Before the boy in red could finish speaking, Ji Fanya had already leaped up with the small cauldron in hand and slammed it down hard on the boy's left hand.

"Click..."

With a muffled thud, the red-clad boy's entire arm turned into a pile of fleshy pulp, mixed with white bone fragments, which dripped down bit by bit.

The attack was too fast; the boy in red didn't have time to react.

"Ah! My...my arm, my arm!"

He stared blankly at his arm for a moment before letting out a shrill scream.

"This...this..."

Seeing this, the red-clad boy's companions were all stunned and stood frozen in place.

The opponent was a child who was only seven or eight years old, while Ji Yan was already at the eighth level of the Initial Profound Realm. Yet, his arm was crippled in one move!

Moreover, it was completely destroyed!

"Ji Yan!"

When they came to their senses, their companions immediately shouted anxiously to go and rescue the boy in red.

"Whoever dares to save him will die in his place."

Ji Fanya hoisted the small cauldron onto his shoulder, and four brown circles suddenly appeared in his yellow pupils.

With the combined effects of the Guiyuan Heart Sutra, the Millennium Jade Ointment, and the flesh of the demon beast, Ji Fanya's cultivation level advanced another rank in less than ten days.

If word got out that such a rapid promotion was true, it would be absolutely astonishing.

"Entered...entered the fourth level of the Profound Realm!"

Upon seeing Ji Fanya's cultivation level, all the youths immediately collapsed to the ground, their faces pale, filled with disbelief.

Their most talented Crown Prince of the Qingxuan Kingdom is only at the second level of the Profound Realm, yet he is already thirteen years old!

This child, who is only seven or eight years old, is already at the fourth level of the Profound Realm?!

Is this...is this even human?

Is this thing some kind of Warcraft monster in disguise?!

"No...impossible...impossible!"

The boy in red was pale and terrified. He wanted to back away and run away, but his body was trembling so badly that he couldn't muster any strength.

"Don't take things that aren't yours."

Ji Fanya stepped forward to retrieve the storage bag, then turned and walked towards the boy in yellow, saying, "Yours."

"It's...it's mine, thank you so much!"

Upon seeing this, the boy in yellow immediately reached out and took it. Only then, enduring the pain and looking weakly at the group, did he ask, "Who...are you, and why are you helping me?"