A large, fat horse galloped down the street, carrying a smug young master who laughed wildly, completely unrestrained.
People on the street avoided him as if he were a plague god, hiding on the side of the road.
But right in the middle of the street, there was a little boy selling flowers who clearly avoided it, his pupils wide open.
With a "smack!", he was sent flying, his body cracking and popping, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
The boy, as pure and innocent as a precious jade, was critically injured and on the verge of death after being hit by the car.
"Damn it, you blind fool, daring to block my way?" The spoiled young master's face suddenly turned cold. He gripped the whip used to tether the horse and lashed out at the little boy!
"Crack!" The whip lashed crisply across the little boy's body with a loud thud. He cried out in pain as his skin was torn open.
Damn it, you beast.
Ye Tian cursed inwardly, but did not rush to the rescue.
This is a deserted city, a region that no one cares about.
The area was teeming with criminals and thieves, as numerous as hairs on a cow. This little boy experienced things like this countless times every day.
Pedestrians kept their distance as if it were commonplace, and not a single person felt any pity for the little boy.
Because of such a lowly child, he offended a wealthy young master.
This is completely not worth it.
Even the most righteous bandits are not fools.
Those who are overly compassionate here tend to have short lives.
"You little bastard, your life isn't even worth as much as my horse." The spoiled young master's face was icy cold as he lashed the little boy's body with his whip.
His skin and flesh were torn open, and he was turned inside out, covered in blood, with shocking scars.
The little boy's eyes were filled with cowardice, despair, and confusion. He seemed unable to understand why he would be knocked down by a horse and then subjected to such abuse simply by walking on the road.
He tried his best to curl up, but the more he curled up, the harder the spoiled young master whipped him.
That beast!
Ye Tian felt a surge of anger.
During his time in the desolate city, he gradually came to understand the intrigue and scheming here, and the cruel environment of the place.
Ye Tian is a very adaptable person. Faced with an environment full of criminals, he can only try his best to become like a hedgehog, a creature covered in sharp quills.
But now he realized that he was fundamentally different from these bastard criminals.
He is still alive and hasn't lost his true humanity.
In Ye Tian's heart, there still remained the purest kindness, unrelated to thought or weighing pros and cons. It was simply the purest form of humanity.
These criminals were already dead.
They died long ago, when they treated human names like dirt and took pleasure in bloodshed and violence.
It's just an empty shell that's alive.
"Stop!" Ye Tian wasn't stupid. The Mask of Free Will changed his face again, revealing a cold and ruthless expression. He held the double halberds he had taken from Zhang Badao.
The flying spears plunged into the ground, both halberds sinking nearly half an arm's length deep.
Suddenly, dirt flew everywhere.
Tiles flew everywhere, and some of the debris grazed the young master's face, leaving a bloody mark.
"Who dares to play the hero in front of me? I'll kill him!" The spoiled young master wiped away the blood, his anger blazing, and cursed loudly.
"Smack!"
Ye Tian's demeanor was extremely cold at this moment, just like Feng Leng that day. He grabbed the young master by the collar and pulled him up forcefully.
Another hard slap.
He knocked two of the spoiled young master's teeth out.
"What did you say? Say it again and see what happens!" Ye Tian glared at him with murderous intent and asked coldly.
The spoiled young master was somewhat timid and said in a panic, "What... what do you want to do? You can't kill people here."
A cowardly bully who picks on the weak and fears the strong.
Ye Tian didn't even have the heart to lecture him; this bastard. No matter how good the reasoning was, he was just filthy scum.
"Get lost," Ye Tian said coldly.
The spoiled young master panicked, swallowed hard, leaped onto his horse, and fled in utter panic as if he had seen a plague god.
"Are you alright?" Ye Tian looked at the little boy on the ground, who was on the verge of death, barely clinging to life.
The little boy, forcing himself to speak, his blue crystal eyes filled with gratitude, gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you...."
"Tsk, so young, he's never even worked for me before. You can't die." I lost my disguise as Feng Leng to save this kid, so I definitely can't let him die.
He picked him up, knocked on a random door, and gave him some spare change. Ye Tian then quickly prepared some medicinal pills and applied herbs to his wounds.
After half a day, the little boy slowly woke up, his face pale and weak, looking at Ye Tian with a feeble expression.
"Are you feeling better?" Ye Tian asked.
"Thank you, you're a good person." The little boy looked at Ye Tian and replied earnestly and sincerely.
Ye Tian was somewhat helpless. This was the first time in his life he had been given the "friend zone" card, and it was by a little kid. This made him both laugh and cry.
After chatting with the little boy for a while, Ye Tian learned the truth.
The little boy's father went to Dead Man's County shortly after his birth and was buried there. Only the widow and her son remained alive.
The mother does needlework, and the little boy goes out every day to sell flowers and groceries. They live a frail life like this.
Today's events disrupted their peaceful lives.
After Ye Tian found out the little boy's address and learned that it was in a nearby alley, he took the little boy home.
He also met his mother, a simple and honest woman. Upon hearing that Ye Tian had saved her son, she insisted on giving Ye Tian the only silver she had left as a token of her gratitude.
Ye Tian didn't accept them; they were completely unimportant to him.
Instead, he gave the woman some extra silver and told her that once the little boy had earned some money, she should let him become her apprentice.
He wanted to teach the little boy, impart knowledge, and resolve his doubts.
They hired him as a laborer.
The simple woman was very grateful and brought Ye Tian some Taoist robes that she had sewn herself. The fabric was of good quality, and he could wear them when he impersonated Daoist Wuchen in the future.
This act of bravery turned out quite well.
The task of crafting magical artifacts must also be put on the agenda.
Ye Tian found a secluded corner, removed the "Do As You Please" mask, and quietly returned to the Ruthless Sect.
"Junior brother, I think you don't need to cultivate for the remaining few days. Let's focus on studying a few magic treasures."
Ye Tian summoned Su Muchen, intending to develop a magic weapon for escaping.
Su Muchen's eyes lit up. He had been feeling a bit drowsy, but upon hearing that they were going to study magical artifacts, he immediately became excited. "Senior brother! If you're talking about this, I'm wide awake now!"
Ye Tian frowned, wondering if his decision to ask his junior brother for help was the right one.
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