First Immortal of the Sword

have split Huang Qianjun’s head open like a melon and shouted, “Just what do you spend all day thinking about!??”

……

The southwestern district.

Willow Alley was all short, ramshackle mud huts.
The ground was pitted and uneven, and it looked like it had rained recently, as the road was nothing but mud. 

This was indeed the slum Cheng Wuyong described.
Everyone who lived here was on the lowest rungs of society.

It was desolation as far as the eye could see.

Compared to the rest of the Cloudriver Prefectural Capital, it was like an entirely different world.

Su Yi led Huang Qianjun down this familiar path.
Perhaps because their clothes were relatively clean and neat, they attracted numerous people’s attention.

“Young Lord, please give me a bit of money, just a little.
My child has gone hungry for days.”

A bony woman threw herself to the ground and wept, drenching her whole body in muddy water.

Huang Qianjun couldn’t bear the sight of her.
He was just about to fish out his wallet when Su Yi stopped him.

“If you take your money out now, in an instant, a whole group of beggars will swarm you.
You won’t be able to leave until you’ve given up everything you have on you.”

Huang Qianjun’s jaw dropped.
“With our power, don’t tell me a bunch of beggars can stop us?”

“With your status, could you bear to hurt them?” Su Yi asked right back.
“They have no money, which means they can’t afford medical treatment.
If they get injured, they’ll have no choice but to wait for death.”

“That….” Huang Qianjun hesitated.

“We’re friends with Feng Xiaofeng.” Su Yi glanced at the bowing woman.
“If your child is dying of hunger, you can take them to visit him.”

The woman was briefly stunned.
Then, she nimbly crawled to her feet, cursed, and left.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier? I threw myself into the mud for nothing!”

“That really worked?” Huang Qianjun barely dared believe his eyes.

“In order to survive, the bottom rungs of society have little choice but to huddle together for warmth.
If you recognize even one of them, the others will no longer see you as a ‘lost, fatty lamb ready for slaughter.’” As Su Yi spoke, he continued ahead.

Huang Qianjun hurriedly caught up to him.
“Brother Su, who is Feng Xiaofeng?”

“A friend.” As Su Yi spoke these words, his eyes flashed a hint of emotion.

To the person he’d been before awakening his memories, the word “friend” was far more important than any treasure. Feng Xiaofeng was one of the few friends he had to his name.

Finally, when they’d traveled deep into the alleyway, Su Yi stopped before a run-down courtyard.

The residence’s four walls were short and made of mud, and they’d been damaged a long time ago.
The gate was flecked with rust.
Just standing there, you could easily see into the courtyard’s interior.

When they scanned the area, they saw three mud and tile huts, a vegetable garden, a willow tree, and six or seven ducks and chickens.

A gaunt figure sat in a wooden wheelchair.
His coarse clothes were worn, and he was currently cooking over a fire.

Smoke billowed from the firepit, obscuring his figure.
From time to time, he coughed violently.

When Su Yi saw this, his gaze was suddenly a bit more focused and grave.
“You wait here.” 

With that, he pushed open the door and entered the courtyard.

“Xiaoran, are you back? Go review your lessons.
I’ll finish dinner right away,” said the gaunt figure in the wheelchair.

But then, he realized something wasn’t quite right.
He looked up and saw a tall, lean figure standing before him.

When he saw this unexpected guest’s face, the man in the wheelchair was initially stunned.
Then, his face lit up with excitement and delight.
“Senior Apprentice Brother Su Yi! What are you doing here?”

He reached for his cane and was about to rise, only for Su Yi to push him back down.
“I just arrived in the prefectural capital.
I wouldn’t have thought that after just a year apart, you’d wind up like this.”

His expression was complicated.

The gaunt figure before him was indeed Feng Xiaofeng, but he was starkly different from the resolute, strong, and masculine youth he remembered.

His hair was in disarray, and his clothes were old and full of holes.
He was bony, and his skin was dull.
His face ought to have been that of a high-spirited youth, but instead, it was tinged with hardship.

Worst of all, both of his legs were obviously crippled, so he could only sit in a wheelchair.

Feng Xiaofeng’s delight gradually faded, and he fell temporarily silent before forcing a smile.
“This is good too.”

“It’s not good at all.” Su Yi’s gaze swept across the ruined courtyard before finally landing on the pot hanging over the firepit.

Despite all that steam and smoke, there was only a pathetically sparse handful of rice bran at the very bottom.

Su Yi’s spirits sank.

“Senior Apprentice Brother Su, the past is in the past.
I’m a cripple now.
I might live a simple life in poverty, but I’m getting by,” said Feng Xiaofeng.
He looked up and said seriously, “I don’t need your pity, nor do I need your help.
I’m just happy that you came to see me.”

“But I’m not happy.” Su Yi patted Feng Xiaofeng on the shoulder.
“I know what you’re worried about.
You’re afraid that I’ll go avenge you, but that as soon as I appear, the people who bullied us back then will hurt me instead.”

As he said this, Su Yi laughed, his gaze profound, inscrutable, and cold.
“But you most likely haven’t guessed that I came here precisely to resolve old grudges and rid myself of years of accumulated resentment!”

“You want revenge?” Feng Xiaofeng exclaimed.
“Don’t tell me….”

“That’s right.
I’ve already recovered my cultivation.” Su Yi nodded.
Inwardly, he added, And I’m different than I once was.
I won’t just get revenge; I can even help your crippled legs recover!

Feng Xiaofeng shouted in delight, “That’s absolutely wonderful news! Hahahaha….!”

But as he laughed, tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.
He suddenly took several deep breaths, fighting back the tears before they could fall.
Soon, they vanished without a trace.

Men had tears, but they didn’t shed them easily.