Cannon fodder in a classic cultivation story

5. Lesser Sect

Since the street was anything but good for an ill person to stay on, Su Jing tried to move the man's body.

She placed him against the wall, but he continuously slid down since he was deep asleep. Not having other means, Su Jing took the cane he used, prompting it against his body so he could stay put.

It did not look comfortable, but she hadn't the strength or the energy to move him further. His breaths were quiet, and she did not wish to have him accidentally choke on himself. It is not like she has other ways to help.

So Su Jing stood beside him, observing that his fever seemed to ease down. He was going to wake up soon. Good thing she had Bai Xiu Ying's miracle medicine. Her body hurt a bit still, but that did not matter if she was to find an opportunity.

The opportunity to find information about this place.

This man may not have the attire of a sect disciple, but being a local here, he was bound to know how things work here better than Su Jing. It was one thing reading about it, and another living it.

Even better, he may even know a cheap place for her to stay.

Her anticipation proved correct as the man's body soon began to move. Trembling slightly, he groaned and leaned to the side, his hair falling messily over his face. His hat tumbled off, and Su Jing quickly caught it, not wanting to get it dirtied.

The man's eyes fluttered open, his gaze unfocused as he also gripped the hat when it fell. He blinked several times before his eyes settled on Su Jing, his expression quickly shifting from confusion to alarm. Su Jing, too got flustered when his expression changed so quickly.

"Who are you?" he rasped, attempting to sit up straighter. His body trembled with the effort, and he winced in pain.

Seeing him so guarded, Su Jing raised her free hand, not wanting to look like a ruffian stealing his things.

"Sorry, I'm not here to hurt you. I found you unconscious and tried to help."

His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he scanned her appearance, making Su Jing even more self-aware of how bad she looked. She got her hand off his hat, now realising that she was the one dirtying his hat.

"You're a mortal." His eyes looked intensely at her, his alertness slowly changing to vague surprise.

Su Jing did not know how to appreciate his words.

She knew from the story that mortals rarely reached the immortal realm, and Su Jing thought it was, at first, just an exaggeration to contrast with Feng Zhi Hao's abilities. She never thought it would be so bad - blame her again for assimilating herself to Feng Zhi Hao! Feng Zhi Hao, even though mortal, had the attire of a powerful immortal - something which Su Jing missed.

She was ordinary and easy to spot.

"I do come from the mortal realm." Su Jing cupped her hands, wanting to greet him politely, " My name is Su Jing."

The man did not answer for a while, but he soon sighed, responding to her greeting, "I am sorry for being rude."

Su Jing only smiled.

The man took his cane and soon got up on his legs, his complexion looking better. Su Jing followed him, getting surprised when he offered his hand for help. Su Jing hesitated a little, wondering whether he would fall down again if she forced her weight upon him.

Because of this, she caught his palm only perfunctorily.

"Thank you—" Su Jing began, but her words were cut short as her body was suddenly jerked upwards. Unbalanced, Su Jing almost fell down, but she prompted her leg in front, like in a lunge.