After transmigrating into the body of the protagonist's childhood friend, he was targeted by a

"He's my son, so of course I'll protect him. I don't care who's right or wrong."

Elder Chu was furious and lashed out with his long whip, which whistled through the air.

Luo Yiyan rolled on the spot, the whip tip grazing his back and striking the ground, shattering the stone slab.

Before he could even regain his footing, another whip lashed down on his head. This time, he had no choice but to raise his arm to take the blow.

The wrist guard on his arm shattered with a crack, and he was sent flying.

Lin Zhixu's figure finally appeared around the corner.

He only had time to see Luo Yiyan being whipped away and fall heavily to the ground, his blood seeping into a pool beneath him.

His pupils constricted sharply, and he shouted, "You dare hurt him! Don't forget, he's Yan Lingcang's disciple! If he dies, do you think you can escape?"

Elder Chu froze, indeed hesitating for a moment.

But the thought of his son's severed arm, which might never be reattached, brought a surge of anger to his eyes.

"And who are you?" He slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Lin Zhixu with a sinister look. "Since I'm going to kill him, I won't leave any survivors. Today, you'll die here too."

"Kill me?" Lin Zhixu sneered. "If you dare to touch me, my master will not let you off."

Elder Chu frowned: "Your master? Who exactly are you?"

A person suddenly flashed through his mind.

Among the new disciples this year, besides Luo Yiyan who became Yan Lingcang's disciple, there was another person who was taken in by that person.

"Are you Yu Linzhou's apprentice?"

Lin Zhixu raised his hand and removed his mask, revealing a cold and stern face: "Indeed. Elder Chu, if you dare to touch me today, my master will hunt you down to the ends of the earth."

Elder Chu finally lowered his hand reluctantly.

Offending Yan Lingcang might still leave room for maneuver, but if he also offends Yu Linzhou, there will probably be nowhere left for him in the world.

These elders of the Tianheng Sect all share a consensus in private.

It's better to offend Yan Lingcang than to offend Yu Linzhou.

Yan Lingcang still had some sense of reason, but Yu Linzhou was a complete madman.

He said you're wrong, and you are wrong, no matter who comes.

"I can spare your life," Elder Chu said hoarsely, pointing his whip at Luo Yiyan on the ground, "but he has a grudge against me, and this grudge cannot go unavenged. Get out of my way."

Lin Zhixu remained unmoved, standing in front of Luo Yiyan: "He severed Chu Yuxiu's arm in a fair and square competition, and you were there yourself. Now you're using this as an excuse to settle a personal score. If word gets out, Elder Chu, what will become of your reputation?"

Elder Chu's expression changed several times, his teeth grinding together. After a long while, he withdrew his hand, his voice cold: "Fine, very well. Today I can spare his life, but you must keep the Azure Sky Glazed Branch."

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Zhixu took out the glass cover from his bosom and tossed it at him.

The emerald green light drew an arc in the air and landed steadily in Elder Chu's palm.

Elder Chu glanced down at the vibrant spiritual plant inside the glass dome, and the gloom in his eyes finally dissipated somewhat.

He took the Azure Glazed Branch, glared at the two of them with hatred, said nothing more, and disappeared without a trace in a flash.

Lin Zhixu stared in the direction he left, making sure the aura had completely disappeared before turning around, squatting down, and grabbing Luo Yiyan's shoulder.

"Can you still hold on?" He rummaged through his storage bag and took out some pills, stuffing them into Luo Yiyan's mouth.

Luo Yiyan swallowed the pill, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and spoke in a voice so weak it was almost inaudible: "...Did you give him the thing?"

"We can find things again if they're gone," Lin Zhixu said in a low voice, slipping his arm under his armpit and lifting him up from the ground onto his shoulder. "But you can't be hurt."

"But that's something you worked so hard for... I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this again..."

Luo Yiyan's voice grew weaker and weaker. Before she could finish speaking, her head drooped down, and she slumped onto Lin Zhixu's shoulder, completely losing consciousness.

Lin Zhixu's heart sank suddenly, and he reached out to check his breath.

Thankfully, there was still breath, but it was so thin it seemed like it might break at any moment.

He slung the man over his shoulder, gritted his teeth, and ran towards the exit, mentally calling out to the system as he ran: "He's not really dead, is he?"

The system's voice sounded somewhat weak: "[It shouldn't be... right?]"

What does "should" even mean? Even you're unsure?

The system got angry too: [I told you long ago not to interfere with the plot! Now the plot is completely messed up, who dares to make any guarantees for you?]

The most urgent thing is to get out of here as soon as possible and return to the Tianheng Sect to find someone to save him. If Heaven doesn't send down a tribulation of lightning, then he might still be saved. But if you get struck by lightning, then it's over, there's no saving you, and the world is about to collapse.

Lin Zhixu gritted his teeth and carried Luo Yiyan out of the black market entrance.

Upon seeing this, the figures lying in wait in the distance stopped their attacks and quietly retreated.

……

It was already quite dark outside, with twilight pressing heavily on the horizon.

Lin Zhixu looked up at the sky; leaden-gray clouds silently piled up above the distant mountain ridge.

It gives people a sense of impending doom and pressure.

He withdrew his gaze, lifted the person on his back higher, and sped off towards Wucang Peak.

Luo Yiyan's breath brushed against the back of his neck, so faint it seemed it might stop at any moment.

Lin Zhixu gripped his wrist, which hung limply in front of his shoulder, feeling the intermittent pulse, and prayed in his heart that he would not die.

He will never again be so arrogant as to think he can change the plot.

He was really... wrong. It's impossible for a person to go against the will of Heaven.

Lin Zhixu didn't dare to stop for a moment, carrying Luo Yiyan on his back and rushing all the way to Wucang Peak.

Many disciples were passing by on the mountain path. When they saw him covered in blood and carrying a person whose fate was unknown on his back, they all stopped and stared at him.

Lin Zhixu didn't know where Yan Lingcang lived, so he randomly grabbed a disciple and asked him where Yan Lingcang lived.

The other person was so frightened by his blood-covered appearance that they stammered and hurriedly pointed in a direction.

The commotion here attracted the attention of Minghe, who was not far away.

Minghe pushed aside the onlookers and saw Luo Yiyan leaning on Lin Zhixu's shoulder; his pupils contracted sharply.

"What happened? What's wrong with Junior Brother Luo?"

When Lin Zhixu saw him, the tension in his heart finally eased for a moment, and he said urgently, "I'll explain later. Take me to find Immortal Venerable Wucang first, or it will be too late."

Minghe didn't have time to ask any questions and quickly led the way.

The two walked one after the other through the mountain path, heading straight for the summit.

Yan Lingcang's quiet room was hidden behind the barrier at the summit. Minghe raised his hand and sent out a message.

He said anxiously, "Immortal Venerable, this disciple has urgent business to attend to. Junior Brother Luo has been seriously injured, and I beg the Immortal Venerable to save him."

After the message was sent, the surroundings quieted down.

The two waited anxiously.

A moment later, the barrier opened silently.

Lin Zhixu carried Luo Yiyan on his back and stepped inside, a wave of icy cold air hitting them.

He saw Yan Lingcang, whose white robes appeared particularly lonely and cold in the snow.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but his expression seemed colder than usual.

"What happened?"