I have a high-risk profession in the cultivation world.

Tian Yige and her two companions had already joined the battle, their moves fierce and powerful.

Many disciples on the field had never seen such a bloody scene before. Their hands and feet went weak, and they couldn't even protect themselves. They relied entirely on the protection of those around them.

Yes, most of the people present were young disciples. They could kill spirit beasts, but how many of them had actually killed people? Even if they had, it would be hard for anyone to bear witnessing a fellow disciple who was laughing and joking with them one second suddenly collapse to the ground the next, with blood splattering on their face and blinding them.

Su Chengdian and Tian Yige, while dry heaving with uncomfortable expressions, continued to fight the enemy. The others were unable to withstand the overwhelming force of the enemy and could only retreat while fighting.

Even though Luo Suichen had lived two lives and had a stronger mental fortitude, his face was still pale.

A severed limb flew right in front of Tian Yige. She instinctively dodged to the side, but instead ran right into an attack from behind—

A trembling hand grabbed her arm and pulled her aside, leading her away from the crisis. Tian Yige turned her head and saw a young fellow Daoist she didn't recognize.

He must be quite young, with a chubby face and baby fat. His recent move revealed his cultivation level—just barely at the Foundation Establishment stage. He didn't seem to be here for a competition. She guessed he was probably a beloved disciple of some immortal lord, brought along by someone just to broaden his horizons.

Tian Yige smiled gratefully at the young Daoist, and then engaged in combat beside him. She didn't dare to turn around because she couldn't spare a moment, but she raised her voice to speak to the person behind her during the intervals between her moves: "Thank you for earlier, young Daoist. May I ask which immortal sect you belong to?"

"Young friend? Once this calamity is over, I will definitely pay you a visit to express my gratitude!"

Having waited in vain for a reply from the young fellow Daoist, Tian Yige unleashed a fierce attack, finally managing to spare a glance in that direction during a lull in the fighting.

The young cultivator's head tilted weakly to one side, a shy smile still lingering on his face. He looked in her direction, his mouth slightly open, perhaps wanting to reply. He knelt on the ground, a knife stuck in his back, its tip protruding from his chest. Blood soaked through his sect robes, a glaring red. Drops of blood dripped from the knife tip, splashing onto the ground, creating ripples in the pools of blood.

Tian Yige stared blankly, tears welling up in her eyes.

Was that the young Daoist who just saved her...?

She didn't know his name or which sect he belonged to. The young cultivator's sect robes were clean and tidy, but she hadn't noticed them at all these past few days. She figured it was some unknown little sect, unknown and ignored in the Spiritual Cultivation Alliance, which gathered geniuses from all over the Canglan Continent.

She quickly scanned the people still standing in the square, but there was no one dressed like the young Daoist. Perhaps the young Daoist was the last hope of that sect here, yet he foolishly ran out of everyone's protective circle just to save her.

And her...

"Ah—" A heart-wrenching sound was squeezed out of her throat, standing out clearly even in the noisy square.

She couldn't even save him, and she didn't even have a chance to ask him his name.

Huaisu, who had been following Chu Chenmu and the others, repelled the black-robed man in front of her, then quickly pulled Tian Yige into her protective circle behind her, before letting go without even glancing at her.

At the critical moment of life and death, amidst the cacophony of voices, he could clearly hear that Benefactor Tian was crying, crying very sadly.

Huaisu frowned, and his actions became even more decisive and swift.

With three Nascent Soul cultivators present, including Chu Chenmu, they were ultimately more powerful than those at the Golden Core stage. The black-robed man gradually ran out of steam, and the situation on the field reached a stalemate. The encirclement was compressed to its limit, but it did not shrink further.

Chu Chenmu fought with increasing ferocity, feeling that his moves were becoming more integrated with the original owner's, and his body could react subconsciously.

He wanted to end the fight as soon as possible.

He truly loathed war.

Just then, a man in black robes flew out from the inner hall and struck out with a palm from afar. The palm strike was so fierce that it was impossible to distinguish friend from foe, and everyone was knocked to the ground.

Caught off guard, Chu Chenmu was still engaged in combat with several enemies when he was suddenly knocked to the ground and coughed up blood.

He was at least at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. Chu Chenmu wiped his face with his sleeve, endured the pain, stood up, and moved closer to his three little disciples.

The three people were more seriously injured.

With one palm strike, no more than ten people were still able to stand up.

Chu Chenmu gripped the Lingtian Sword tightly, his knuckles turning white with effort. He moved with uneven steps to the front of the group, raising his arm, the sword pointing directly at the man in black. Blood still dripped from the tip of the sword. He knew that a ragtag group of Golden Core cultivators couldn't possibly have accomplished this.

Chu Chenmu! Luo Suichen couldn't stand up. When Chu Chenmu passed by him, he raised his hand and grabbed the hem of his clothes, trying to stop this crazy man who didn't care about his life. Chu Chenmu gave him a reassuring look, walked past him, and stood directly in front of him.

His back was thin and frail, and blood was seeping out from where he was injured.

Luo Suichen's eyes were terrifyingly red as he stared intently at the fool who had once again blocked his way, his vision blurred.

What illness do you have?

Are you out of your mind? At a time like this, you still dare to play that ridiculous hero? Truly, Venerable Xuanxiao, with lofty ideals and a willingness to sacrifice his own safety for strangers.

But he was uncultured and immoral, and he refused.

They also couldn't bear to let Chu Chenmu agree.

Chu Chenmu knew that his current actions were too irrational. This was just a world in a book. Why should he get emotionally hurt by a group of paper characters? He should protect himself. With his cultivation level, he could have escaped just now. This was the right thing to do.

But paper-thin characters... they also bleed, laugh, and have feelings.

Even the paper figures would sweetly call him "Master," celebrate his birthday, and eat and live with him.

"Why go through all this trouble? I told you one palm strike would have been enough." Mo Qiluo coldly looked at the hellish scene below, not caring whether the black-robed man's palm strike had injured any of her men, and ordered a few of her subordinates who had been in the inner hall to go down and finish the fight.

So Luo Suichen watched helplessly as the person he once hated most stood firmly in front of him, covered in wounds.

Finally, he fell down because the man in black robes made another move, cleanly and swiftly sending Chu Chenmu flying backward, his head slamming heavily to the ground right next to him.

Including him, no one in the square spoke up for Chu Chenmu.

Luo Suichen suddenly felt a pang of sadness. They all, including him, didn't deserve to be protected like this.

He could finally see his master's face clearly. It was covered in dirt, but he felt it was much cleaner than the dignified Elder Po Jun he had seen in the main hall when he was first reborn, the one who wanted to take him as a disciple.