185: Save people

Xia Zhijie’s cheeks turned pale and then flushed repeatedly; he gritted his teeth, refusing to compromise even when he couldn’t breathe, as if saying, “Come on, kill me if you dare.”

It was fortunate that they were seated in a private room, otherwise, it would have caused quite a commotion.

After three breaths, Xia Zhijie’s eyes rolled back, and he was on the verge of collapsing.

“Bang!”

Xia Zhijie was thrown heavily to the ground, clutching his neck tightly.

“Cough, cough ~ cough!”

“Change the condition; this one won’t work.” Zheng Yunxu withdrew her technique, a flicker of softness passing through her eyes.

“I currently lack strength and means; otherwise, this time, I wouldn’t have let the Yeming Division question Shopkeeper Jiang.

You’re not helping me; you’re helping him.

I can keep your secret, just for one year!”

Zheng Yunxu shook her head: “If you can save Wang Ye, what he can do for you is a hundred times stronger than me.”

Xia Zhijie propped himself up, sitting on the ground without any regard for his image, and self-mockingly said:

“You want me, a Mortal Shedding Realm seventh-level cultivator, to save Wang Ye, a Mortal Shedding Realm eighth-level cultivator?”

Zheng Yunxu said coldly: “I only kill people; I don’t save them!”

The two fell into an eerie silence. Yes, they both wanted to save him.

However, Wang Ye’s current identity was extremely perilous; both the Xunwu Guard and the Yeming Division were looking for him.

If a third person saw Wang Ye, it would be very easy for him to be exposed, let alone finding a doctor.

If they called Shopkeeper Jiang over, and he happened to be followed, wouldn’t that ruin everything?

After a while, Xia Zhijie spoke:

“If we hand him over to the authorities, will they save him?”

Zheng Yunxu shook her head:

“The authorities will interrogate him about the Black Wind Martial Hall before he dies, and then silence him.

They’ve long disliked the Zongheng Chamber of Commerce, but they just haven’t had a good reason to act.”

After speaking, Zheng Yunxu looked out the window and suddenly froze.

In the furthest distance, a figure she had longed for, holding a fluffy bundle, was smiling as he walked towards the teahouse.

After watching for a while, the person suddenly looked up.

“Bang!”

Zheng Yunxu dodged, and the chair behind her was sacrificed, shattering into several pieces.

“If you dare to speak about my affairs, I’ll burn down your teahouse!”

Facing Zheng Yunxu’s fierce threat, Xia Zhijie grinned:

“I bet you won’t!”

A flicker of panic crossed Zheng Yunxu’s eyes, and she dashed out of the room.

Once a person has a weakness, they become vulnerable. At this moment, she truly understood the meaning of that statement.

After Zheng Yunxu left.

“Bang!”

Xia Zhijie lay sprawled on the ground, breathing heavily.

He reached back and felt that his entire back was drenched; provoking this woman was practically playing with fire.

He could perceive more things; just now, Zheng Yunxu truly wanted to kill him, even “devour” him!

“Sigh.” With a deep sigh, Xia Zhijie stood up.

He had originally been ahead of her, but in just over a year, she had achieved Qi Induction, while he was still stuck in the Mortal Shedding Realm. It was heartbreaking.

Jiang Hanwen walked up to the second floor, puzzled, and sat in a seat near the corridor.

Just now, they had felt an unusual gaze, but when he looked, there was only an open window.

“Click ~”

The suspicious door opened, and Jiang Hanwen looked over, only to see Xia Zhijie emerge from inside, with no one else there.

Jiang Hanwen relaxed. It was Xia Zhijie; he had thought someone was secretly monitoring him.

“Shopkeeper Jiang, how about we chat in the backyard?”

“Please!”

Pushing open the backyard door, a blue and white figure sat on a chair, steam still not completely evaporated from his head, and water stains running down his neck, soaking his collar.

Wang Ye’s head was tilted back, his Qi as faint as a wisp of smoke, and his heartbeat barely perceptible.

“Shopkeeper, the general course of events is as such. Now the Zongheng Chamber of Commerce is gone, and only Wang Ye remains. You tell me, should we save him?”

Jiang Hanwen looked at Wang Ye, then turned to look at Xia Zhijie.

When he came down the mountain, he had offered help to the two of them, but it was just a day apart.

Their strengths were now similar, but their lives were completely different. Fate had separated them, yet brought them together here.

“Is there anything else you need to say?” Jiang Hanwen asked.

“No.” Xia Zhijie shook his head. Before the outcome was decided, he didn’t want to reveal Zheng Yunxu’s matter yet.

“Alright, you go ahead and get busy.” Saying this, Jiang Hanwen handed the fluffy bundle in his arms to Xia Zhijie.

“Be careful, it’s just a month old. Don’t go anywhere this month; take good care of this little fellow.”

He took it with both hands; his palm felt soft and warm.

Xia Zhijie’s cheeks flushed. He had thought there was something important that couldn’t be communicated via a sound transmission talisman.

In the end, Shopkeeper Jiang came to the teahouse just to give him a puppy.

He wasn’t a child; how could he like something like this!

“Then I’ll go first. Call me if you need anything.”

“Go on, go on.”

Jiang Hanwen waved his hand and walked directly towards Wang Ye.

Xia Zhijie turned to leave, a warmth in his heart. Although he wouldn’t like something like this, it was still a gift, wasn’t it?

No one dislikes being remembered. A simple thank you is useless; repaying with results is more effective than anything.

“Click ~”

The courtyard gate closed.

Jiang Hanwen placed one hand on Wang Ye’s chest.

The gurgling vitality of the Gathering Life Technique permeated from his palm.

By both reason and sentiment, Jiang Hanwen would not ignore him.

This young man had saved at least eight thousand, if not eighty thousand, people over the years.

Moreover, the root cause of everything that happened to the Zongheng Chamber of Commerce today was himself.

A cool sensation spread through his chest, replacing the tearing pain.

Wang Ye opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar face.

“Tha... thank you... please... you must... save me.”

An hour later, Wang Ye opened his eyes from unconsciousness.

The scorching pain in his internal organs was still there, but compared to the morning, nine-tenths of it was gone, and most importantly, his heart had healed!

In the soft lamplight, he saw a figure reading a book.

This posture reminded him of an old acquaintance who had guided his life—it was so similar!

Years of grievances surged from the depths of his heart, and Wang Ye’s eyes instantly welled up with a misty film.

“You’re awake?” Jiang Hanwen looked over.

Wang Ye saw his face clearly; it resembled him, yet, it wasn't him.

“Benefactor, thank you.” Wang Ye struggled to get up and bowed his head in obeisance.

Jiang Hanwen pressed on his shoulder.

“I don’t care for this kind of thing. Give me something practical: what exactly happened to the Zongheng Chamber of Commerce?”