The monk with a scar on his face was so furious from being scolded that he had nowhere to vent his anger. He had indeed considered retreating, but being called a coward by a young brat in front of everyone made him even angrier. He shouted back, “Who says we’re not going to avenge our big brother?!”

“Either way, it’s death—let’s fight her to the end!”

“That brat is just a Golden Core cultivator too, isn’t he? Yet under our siege, he’s already in such a sorry state. She’s already spent a huge amount of spiritual power earlier—she might not be able to beat the four of us brothers!”

Emma Sullivan thought to herself, how could that brat’s Golden Core cultivation possibly compare to hers?

Emma Sullivan leapt up, landing on a tree branch. Her water-blue skirt fluttered like rippling ocean waves. She called down to the young man on the ground, “Hey! I’ve already taken care of your biggest enemy for you. You can handle these Foundation Establishment guys yourself, right?”

The meaning behind her words was obvious.

She wouldn’t interfere, nor would she help him.

The young man rasped out, “Thank you.”

He picked up his spear, struggling to stand, and blocked the path of the cultivators seeking revenge on Emma Sullivan.

“Brat, you’re looking for death!”

Colorful spells flew at him as if they cost nothing. The silver-white spear danced seemingly chaotically, yet it just happened to deflect all those fierce attacks.

Spells and spear winds collided, creating violent shockwaves, sweeping away decay like autumn wind scattering fallen leaves.

Emma Sullivan had already set up a barrier in advance, so she wasn’t affected.

The young man wielded his spear with extraordinary skill, like a flood dragon emerging from the water, domineering and unrestrained. Even facing four opponents alone, he could easily counter every move.

Unfortunately, his spiritual power was nearly exhausted. If this dragged on, he might not win.

Emma Sullivan felt conflicted. In the end, she took out a pill from her storage pouch. “A Spirit Restoration Pill—catch!”

The young man didn’t stand on ceremony. With quick reflexes, he caught the pill, opened the lid with one hand, and swallowed it in one go.

“……” He wasn’t even afraid she might have given him poison.

This was originally prepared for her third senior brother, but now it benefited him.

After taking the Spirit Restoration Pill, the young man could feel his spiritual power slowly recovering. In just a couple of breaths, he felt clear-headed and light on his feet.

The pill she gave was of top quality.

Without giving his opponents time to react, the young man’s spear moved like flowing clouds and water. In a flash of spear shadows, he had already taken one life.

Earlier, even without infusing his spear tip with spiritual power, he had already forced his opponents into a losing position. Now, with his spiritual power replenished, the spear’s might was even greater.

He spun his spear in midair, sweeping it across. The powerful spear wind forced the remaining three to stagger back, coughing up blood.

“Didn’t expect he’d still have the strength to fight back…” With those words, one of them lost consciousness completely.

Emma Sullivan jumped down from the tree, generously praising, “Your spear technique is beautiful!”

The young man wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth, raising his brows slightly. “Your swordsmanship is beautiful too.”

He had observed the battle when she fought the Golden Core cultivator.

Her sword energy was as crisp as autumn, like light drawn from its sheath.

The Wu Hook gleamed like frost and snow.

The young man took two steps back, cupped his fists, and bowed. “I am from Queyue Mountain’s Taixuan Sword Sect, Charles Morgan. Thank you, miss, for saving my life!”

Emma Sullivan quickly dodged, retreating twenty feet away. She waved her hand and blurted out, “I didn’t save you!”

Charles Morgan: “?”

Why was this girl so stubborn with her words but honest in her actions?

She clearly saved him.

He understood now.

Sword cultivators were always quick to draw their swords to help those in need. She must just be embarrassed to accept his gratitude.

Charles Morgan said, “Miss, don’t worry. Our Taixuan Sword Sect doesn’t have the habit of repaying every little favor with great gratitude. You don’t have to worry about me insisting on repaying you.”

Emma Sullivan: “……”

How does their Taixuan Sword Sect even have the face to say that? Hm?

Chapter 10: When the White Deer Startles, It Circles the Wall

Emma Sullivan had no intention of revealing her identity. She patted the dust from her sleeves and was about to leave.

There was a lake to the east. She planned to go there to wipe her sword, restore her spiritual power, and then look for her third senior brother.

After taking a few steps, Charles Morgan kept following her.

Emma Sullivan turned to look at him, emphasizing again, “I already said I didn’t save you. Stop following me.”

Her senior sister had said that saving men by the roadside would bring bad luck.

So she absolutely couldn’t admit that she had saved Charles Morgan!!!

Charles Morgan: This young lady truly is a great person in the cultivation world—saving lives without asking for anything in return.

But…

Charles Morgan pointed to the only path ahead. “I’m not following you, miss. It’s just that there’s a lake to the east, and the spiritual energy there is abundant. I want to go there to heal my wounds.”

Emma Sullivan: “……” Fair enough. Charles Morgan had said before that their Taixuan Sword Sect didn’t have the habit of repaying favors. She was overthinking it.

The lake to the east was even bigger than Emma Sullivan had expected. When she was looking for a path earlier, she had seen the lake from the treetops in the distance. From afar, it looked like a small mirror, but now that she was here, she realized it was actually quite large.

“This place is full of spiritual energy—perfect for healing and meditation.” Charles Morgan found a spot he liked and sat down cross-legged. He looked at Emma Sullivan and kindly reminded her, “Miss, after this battle, your spiritual power must be nearly depleted as well. Why not restore it here too?”