I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!

If this goes on, I'm afraid she...

Chen Yuan gazed at Ling Yinrong with her eyes firmly shut, and a sinking feeling grew in his heart, with murderous intent rising again in his eyes.

Those barbarians, they all deserve to die!

This time, his face turned even uglier.

In a trance, a voice both foreign and familiar bubbled up in his mind.

It made him feel as if he had returned to the boundless darkness of old.

This was a void, a black space devoid of sound, without any light, cold and damp.

Here, only he himself existed.

Loneliness, silence, despair, darkness...

It was as if all the negativity in the world was constantly eroding his will.

Subsequently, a small figure appeared in the darkness, a young Xiao Chenyuan.

The figure smiled at Chen Yuan and asked, "Everyone deserves to die, right?"

Chen Yuan looked at him and roared, "No!"

Xiao Chenyuan's mouth cracked into a smile as he continued, "Grandpa pushed you into the abyss and harmed you, does he deserve to die?"

"Yan Hai used all his methods to torture you, does he deserve to die?"

"Your father never cared for you, does he deserve to die?"

"Your mother left you to fend for yourself, does she deserve to die?!"

Chen Yuan's eyes flickered, alternating between clarity and indifference.

"Not, should...they should..."

As he was struggling, another figure stepped out from the darkness, startlingly, it was a young Chen Yi in brocade clothes.

His gaze was calm and gentle, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

Following that, a childish voice emerged from his mouth, joyful in tone, gleefully singing:

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are..."

As the singing emerged, Chen Yuan hesitated, the murderous intent in his eyes gradually faded, returning to clarity.

And the cold childish voice in his mind shouted, "I'm waiting for the day you fall into despair, hahaha..."

The laughter faded into the distance, but struck his heart like a heavy hammer.

"There will be no such day!"

Chen Yuan, looking at Ling Yinrong still unconscious, gradually loosened his clenched fist.

He watched Ling Yinrong for a long while, even as he brushed her forehead hair aside, he was not pulled back to reality.

"Crack."

At this moment, a noise came from not too far away.

Chen Yuan instantly woke up, gripping the Wan Jun Saber, and looked outside the tree hole with a guarded expression.

Lu Zhao emerged from the darkness, "My lord, it's me."

He was dressed in black, with a disheveled look, as rainwater dripped continuously from his hair and the edge of his clothes.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed with suspicion, then he put away the Wan Jun Saber and asked indifferently, "Did you see those barbarians on your way here?"

"I did, they're resting fifteen miles away."

Lu Zhao assessed the two of them and apologetically said, "My lord, I'm sorry for not being able to return in time and startle you."

After finishing, without waiting for Chen Yuan to ask, he took out several items from his bosom and continued:

"I found some healing herbs and some food."

Chen Yuan glanced at the items in his hand, took them, and after inspecting them carefully said:

"Keep watch outside."

"Yes, my lord!"

Lu Zhao did nothing unnecessary, blending back into the stormy rain, standing guard two yards away.

Chen Yuan's Sword Intent constantly covered the area, detecting his movements, and his spirit somewhat relaxed.

It shouldn't be him.

Thinking this, Chen Yuan began to fiddle with the herbs and mixed them with the food to consume.

Only after ensuring nothing was amiss did he carefully feed the remaining herbs to Ling Yinrong.

The herbs were common, not of high grade, but were enough to alleviate their injuries.

Soon, Ling Yinrong slowly awoke.

She opened her eyes and looked around blankly for a moment, memories emerged, and then she turned to look at Chen Yuan, who appeared concerned, and weakly asked:

"Have we temporarily escaped danger?"

Chen Yuan nodded repeatedly, then briskly recounted the events that had transpired.

Ling Yinrong smiled, a bit of color returning to her pale face, and struggled to get up.

Chen Yuan moved closer to assist her, gently admonishing her, "You're badly injured, you should rest properly, don't move around."

After saying this, he found Ling Yinrong unresponsive, merely staring blankly at a patch of whiteness in front of her.

Chen Yuan glanced at it and hurriedly turned away, his face unnaturally explaining:

"Earlier, your injuries were severe and you were soaked; I had, I had no choice but to...to...to help..."

Hearing his flustered voice, Ling Yinrong quietly pulled her coat to cover herself properly, her face gaining a touch more of rosiness.

"I know."

"In critical times, it's all fair, we are both children of the Martial World, I, I am not so fastidious."

"Right, is that so?"

Chen Yuan silently questioned himself, yet felt a sigh of relief.

In that moment, the range of emotions he went through was immense, giving rise to many strange thoughts in his heart.

That feeling was more exhausting than hacking with the Wan Jun Saber five thousand times.

Indeed, his second brother was right; he should only consider engagement when he's grown to be a man of great stature.

Otherwise, he couldn't possibly shoulder the responsibility of "saving all the people in the world."

Ling Yinrong saw the bloody handprint on his back and the flush on her face gradually faded, musing:

"What are your plans next?"

"Next?" Chen Yuan thought for a moment, then said, "To get rid of the Southern Barbarian Sect's pursuit as quickly as possible."

Ling Yinrong shook her head slightly, saying, "Those barbarians are far more familiar with the forest terrain than we are; it will be difficult to shake them off."

Chen Yuan was obviously aware of this and, with his back to her, watched the torrential rain outside the tree hole.

"I plan to go deeper into the Southern Barbarian Land."

"Deeper into it?" Ling Yinrong was taken aback.

"Yes, deeper!"

Chen Yuan nodded, asserting: "It's far enough from the barbarian tribes, they won't be familiar with it either."

"But there are many demons deeper in, right?"

"Fear not. I once trained in a valley full of demons, I understand their nature."

Chen Yuan half-turned to look at her, his tone resolute: "As long as we carefully avoid Great Demons, the danger is not significant."

"It's much better than being hunted down by the Southern Barbarian Sect right now."

Seeing his determination, Ling Yinrong thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

"Since I've boarded your pirate ship, then I'll follow through to the end."

After saying that, she regretted it—her words had a double meaning.

Chen Yuan, however, seemed inspired, thumping his chest with vigor.

"Sister, rest assured, I won't let you get hurt again!"

Hearing this, Ling Yinrong was stunned for a moment, then smirked to herself, thinking she had been too sensitive.

Chen Yuan...

He was clearly still an oblivious blockhead!