TNIBFT -Chapter 125 Big Brother, Wake Up

Watching Shen Jie lose his mind, Ye Tian couldn’t be bothered and turned to leave.

He just needed to find an opportunity to get Sun Wuji to take care of Shen Jie once and for all, removing a major headache.

But Sun Wuji was someone who acted solely according to his own heart, completely unaffected by others.

Ye Tian frowned.

“Are the dumplings tasty?”

Tao Ling’er suddenly spoke, and Ye Tian almost froze—dumplings? What dumplings?

Remembering that Xiao Jiang had said yesterday that Tao Ling’er had brought dumplings for the three of them, Ye Tian hurriedly said, “Thanks for thinking of us. Since you made them yourself, they must be delicious. The three kids told me as soon as they got home.”

Tao Ling’er blushed and nodded.

The atmosphere turned a bit awkward.

Ye Tian walked ahead while Tao Ling’er followed behind, both silent.

“Uh… I’m heading to the new shop. Do you… want to come see it?” Ye Tian said, actually hoping Tao Ling’er would leave first and not have to follow him.

“Go see it where?”

Tao Ling’er looked up, her large, watery eyes fixed on Ye Tian.

Ye Tian blinked awkwardly and nodded with a smile. “Sure!”

Then they continued walking down the street, one in front of the other, in awkward silence.

“What’s going on?”

“This person fainted at the entrance of the medical hall!”

“Doesn’t look like someone from Sifang City—covered in blood. What happened?”

“Call the doctor to come save him…”

On the street, curious onlookers ran toward the entrance of Huichuntang, and Tao Ling’er craned her neck, pursing her lips.

Sure enough, a woman’s love of gossip can never be extinguished.

“Should we go take a look too?”

Ye Tian suggested, and Tao Ling’er’s cheeks flushed as she nodded.

Ye Tian quickened his pace, pushing through the crowd, and finally saw a large man lying on the ground. He wore a gray fur jacket and a bamboo hat that covered half his face, revealing only the greenish stubble along his jaw. A knife and a sword were tied to his back with cloth strips.

Looking at the man lying on the steps, barely alive, Ye Tian frowned as words flashed through his mind.

Duan Qingshan!

In the original story, Shen Jie’s capable aide—ferocious in the early stages, loyal general in the later stages.

His combat power was extraordinary.

In the book, martial strength is ranked from Grade One to Nine; the higher the grade, the stronger the power. For example, Fang Shenghu, just an ordinary guard, was Grade Two.

Duan Qingshan, when he first appeared, was Grade Seven.

He could instantly defeat ten ordinary people like Fang Shenghu.

As for Sun Wuji, the book didn’t specify his grade in the early stages. Ye Tian guessed it was beyond even Grade Nine—at least a realm above it, or higher—after all, Sun Wuji was the pinnacle of martial power in this story.

But Duan Qingshan appearing now—wasn’t it too early?

In the original story, he only showed up after Shen Jie took over Sifang City. He had been a fugitive captured by the city, and Shen Jie had shown him kindness. Impressed by Shen Jie’s character, he chose to follow him loyally.

“Save… me!”

Ye Tian snapped back to reality as Duan Qingshan opened his sharp eyes, reaching out to the crowd for help.

His voice was hoarse, weak, and barely audible.

Seeing him covered in stab wounds, lying in a pool of blood, it was clear that Duan Qingshan had just survived a life-or-death fight—otherwise, he wouldn’t be out on the street calling for help.

“Is this person good or bad…”
“He’s covered in blood… it’s terrifying!”
“I don’t dare go forward!”

The crowd instinctively stepped back. Even in ancient times, people feared being tricked or helping someone only to get in trouble.

Only Ye Tian stood there, motionless. Tao Ling’er tugged at his sleeve and whispered, “This person looks strange… sometimes less is more.”

Duan Qingshan lay on the ground, blood streaming into his eyes. His vision blurred, he vaguely saw a pair of black shoes before him, then the indistinct face of a young man who said, “Meeting is fate. Saving a life is worth more than building a seven-tier pagoda. One cannot stand by and do nothing.”

After speaking, the young man shouted toward the medical hall, “Someone! Hurry, help!”

Duan Qingshan sneered in his heart. The world was not short of self-righteous people. He despised them most—pretentious, hypocritical, and expecting gratitude. They wouldn’t move him even a bit.

“Big brother, are you alright?”

The young voice came from above. Drowsy, Duan Qingshan struggled to open his heavy eyes.

The next second: “Smack!”
“Smack!”

Several hard slaps landed directly on his face. Duan Qingshan was powerless to resist. Ye Tian squatted beside him, looking at the Duan Qingshan from the original story who had tormented others, especially the three children. It was time to collect a little “interest.”

Why let it go for free?

“Big brother, wake up! You can’t sleep!” Ye Tian shouted, slapping Duan Qingshan’s face as he spoke.

The onlookers were stunned.

Was Ye Tian saving him—or taking revenge?

Even Tao Ling’er behind him felt embarrassed and blushed. How could Ye Tian bully a patient on the verge of death?

Duan Qingshan struggled and shook his head. Once a seventh-rank master, now humiliated like this on the ground… he moved his fingers, trying to draw the sword on his back.

Ye Tian was faster. He stomped on the blade with his foot and sneered, “The doctor is here. I’ll save you, but this is too dangerous. I’ll hold it for you.”

Without another word, Ye Tian removed the sword. It was heavy and still smelled of blood. Holding it in his hand, he mentally calculated how much he could make if he sold it.

“Pfft!” Duan Qingshan, enraged and in pain, spat a mouthful of blood.

Ye Tian exclaimed, “Ah! He’s spitting blood! Stop the bleeding immediately!”

In his daze, Duan Qingshan’s only thought was: once awake, he would make sure to take this person’s head.

The doctors from the medical hall arrived slowly.

As Ye Tian had guessed, Duan Qingshan was just severely wounded and bleeding heavily. A bit of “golden wound” medicine would stop it. Besides, as a key supporting character in this story, he couldn’t die young. Even if they didn’t save him, he wouldn’t die.

“Ye Tian?”

“What are you doing here?”

A sharp voice rang out. Jiang Yunxi, face stern, glared at Ye Tian.

Ye Tian rose and slowly looked toward her. “Didn’t you see? I’m performing an act of courage… saving someone.”

Jiang Yunxi was annoyed. She cast him a cold glance. “A patient who collapses in front of my medical hall is not for you to save. Leave immediately!”

Ye Tian sneered.

Shen Jie and Jiang Yunxi truly lived up to being the protagonists—everything even came to their doorstep. If he hadn’t acted first, Shen Jie might have gained a loyal bodyguard in a few days.

As Jiang Yunxi spoke, the doctors hurriedly tried to carry Duan Qingshan inside on a stretcher, flustered.

“Wait!”

Ye Tian, carrying the sword on one shoulder, stepped forward to stop them.

Jiang Yunxi’s eyes reddened with fury. Shen Jie, having lost the opportunity in the official selection due to Ye Tian, had disappeared, and Ye Tian was acting as if nothing happened, strolling at her doorstep. She wanted nothing more than to kill him.

“This person doesn’t need your trouble,” Ye Tian said lazily, tossing a piece of broken silver to a familiar face in the crowd. “Brother, please carry my cousin back to my home.”