Towering Rage!

Zhao Beichen whispered a few words in a low voice. Miao Chuanjiang instantly flared with anger and scolded him, "Useless trash!" With a flick of his wide sleeves, the elder vanished from the spot. Before departing, he warned, "For the next two days, all of you stay in your rooms—not a single one of you is permitted to step outside!" He then led the other elders and rushed toward Lingxiao Pavilion's compound. Zhao Beichen had shattered Ji Linglan's king-grade spirit ruins, an incident they had to resolve properly. For this trip, they had to bring figures of sufficient weight to negotiate amends. Watching Miao Chuanjiang and his entourage leave from the shadows, Qin Xian also managed to gather some intelligence from Lingxiao Pavilion's side. A chill flickered in his eyes, and he slipped away into the night. The Great Xia Sword Sect's search continued late into the night, scouring Tianyu City inside and out several times over. Divine sense swept through every inch of every pavilion, yet yielded no trace whatsoever. Only in the deep of the night did a graceful young woman step out from a dilapidated courtyard outside the city. Carrying a bucket of slops in both hands, she made her way toward a dump heap. *Splash!* Song Zhi'ang wiped the sweat from her brow when a faint whimper suddenly reached her ears. Startled, she set down the bucket and cautiously approached the trash heap. Moving closer beneath the dim moonlight, she spotted a tiny figure buried beneath piles of refuse behind the heap, with only a mouth exposed to the air. The unexpected sight froze her in her tracks. Catching sight of the red floral jacket peeking out from beneath the trash, memory struck her like a bolt of lightning, and her face drained of all color. Taking three steps in two, heedless of the foul stench rising from the pile, she reached out and frantically dug through the accumulated garbage. When she finally cleared the filth away, Song Zhi'ang looked at the sight before her and clamped her teeth down hard onto her own arm to stifle a scream. A mist of moisture instantly clouded her beautiful eyes, and tears spun in her sockets. Before her lay a tiny figure whose limbs were twisted out of shape, ghastly white bones coated in filthy muck. The little girl lay on the ground battered beyond recognition, her eyes swollen into mere slits. Her once-delicate face was now marred by several bloody gashes, the mangled flesh rolled back in a truly horrifying sight. Sensing someone nearby, Yu Sui'an mustered all her strength to crack open her right eye. Through the dirt, she recognized the pretty older sister she had met yesterday. A cry of profound grievance broke from the little girl's lips. The excruciating agony throughout her body had kept her acutely awake for an entire day and night. During that time, countless people had dumped garbage over her, burying her again and again. Her nostrils were clogged with the rotten stench of decaying vegetable leaves, and she had barely been able to breathe through the refuse with her mouth open. Her chest had caved in, and every single breath cut into her like a blade. Heart aching at the sight, Song Zhi'ang fell to her knees in helplessness, completely at a loss as to how she could even pick the child up. *Whoosh!* Flying on his sword with his divine sense spread wide, Ye Feng happened to catch sight of this tiny village. He also saw the woman kneeling on the trash heap beneath the moonlight, digging through the muck. Frowning, Ye Feng dove down on his sword. Song Zhi'ang looked up into the sky to see someone arriving on a flying sword, and when she recognized his face, her heart leaped in shock. She never imagined that the people she had met at the restaurant that day were actually immortals! Without time to think, she fell to her knees and began kowtowing frantically. "Immortal! Please, save her!" "You're an immortal—you must have a way, right?!" Only then did Ye Feng look past the woman and see Yu Sui'an lying on the ground! In that single instant, blood surged straight to Ye Feng's head! His vision went dark with fury, and he instantly yanked out a jade slip, roaring violently into it, "Found her! Come to the southern outskirts immediately!" "Little Steamed Bun!" Ignoring the foul-smelling heap, Ye Feng dropped to his knees beside the little girl. When he took in her condition, his chest heaved violently, his eyes turning bloodshot and his expression twisting with rage. Seeing this, Song Zhi'ang was frightened so badly she nearly stumbled over. Tears streamed uncontrollably from Ye Feng's eyes at the sight of Yu Sui'an's wretched state. His hands froze in midair, completely at a loss as to how he could lift her without hurting her more. He could only channel his purest origin energy to seal her wounds and staunch the bleeding. Tears spilled over his cheeks, and he turned his face away, unable to bear the sight. *Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!* *Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!* A continuous barrage of whistling wind broke through the air. Flying at the very forefront, Li Nanting caught sight of the scene, his face overwhelmed with fury. With bloodshot eyes, he roared, "Who did this?! I will kill you!" Ye Feng wept, "I... I don't dare pick her up..." With a wave of his hand, Li Nanting blasted the trash heap away. He reached out to examine Yu Sui'an's body, and his face instantly turned dark as water. Gently lifting the little girl with his origin energy, he turned into a streak of light and vanished into the sky in a flash. Eldest Senior Brother Wu Bing looked at the uneasy woman standing aside and quickly learned what had happened. He turned to the others and said, "Take out all the gold and silver you have on you!" They were immortal cultivators, so while none carried immense fortunes in mortal currency, pooling their coin yielded over three hundred taels of gold. Handing the heavy bag to the woman, he gravely extended a jade slip and said in a low, solemn voice, "Young lady, take this gold and silver. This is a jade slip of our Great Xia Sword Sect. If you ever encounter any danger in the future, shatter it! The disciples of the Great Xia Sword Sect will spare no effort to aid you! You... have done us a tremendous service." Then, before the woman could process what was happening, Wu Bing barked a command: "Search the surrounding area immediately for any clues, and warn everyone in this village: if anyone dares harbor ill intentions toward Lady Song, do not blame the disciples of the Great Xia Sword Sect when our swords take their heads!" After a long while without finding any leads, the disciples followed the others and flew off on their swords. Song Zhi'ang stood frozen in place, clutching the heavy gold and silver in her hands as tears suddenly flooded her eyes. The life she had struggled through for so long had changed overnight, all because of an unintended act of kindness... Leaving the bucket behind, the woman dashed back into her house, crying out in excitement, "Father! There's hope for your illness!" "There's hope..." "I don't have to go to that brothel anymore..." *** Inside the courtyard of the Great Xia Sword Sect's residence, the atmosphere was suffocating to the extreme. In the room, two Nascent Soul cultivators, Qin Xian and Tu Kui, were pouring all their power into treating Yu Sui'an. Meanwhile, Li Nanting rushed from sect to sect seeking a Bone-Knitting Pill! *Whoosh!* "I found it! I found it! Quick! Give it to her at once!" His face pale, the elder swooped down from the sky holding a jade bottle. *Thud!* Suddenly, the door to the secluded chamber swung open, and Li Guanqi stepped out. Looking up at the crowd in the courtyard, he frowned and asked, "What happened? Why is it so noisy in the middle of the night?" Ye Feng and the others scrambled to block the doorway. Li Nanting forced an awkward, strained smile and said, "No... nothing's wrong. Guanqi, go back inside and cultivate. We'll keep our voices down." Seeing everyone's abnormal behavior, Li Guanqi naturally understood that something terrible had happened! Through the gaps between the disciples, he could faintly make out silhouettes shifting inside the room. Just then, Tu Kui's urgent voice barked from inside: "Old Li! Forget about all that—bring the Bone-Knitting Pill in here right now!" The crowd parted, and Li Guanqi finally saw the scene inside the room clearly... *Boom!*