I rolled onto the ground, and the two remaining disciples were about to pounce over and keep kicking me, but Little Senior Sister immediately threw herself over me and took two kicks on her back, letting out two muffled groans of pain.
Such humiliation was naturally hard to endure. However, circumstances were stronger than people, and the other side still had a master. Even if I could jump up right now, provoking them would only lead to death. I could accept dying, but what would happen to Little Senior Sister?
Seeing that Little Senior Sister actually dared to shield me, the disciples flew into a rage and immediately tried to attack me again. But at that moment, the middle-aged man finally spoke. "Enough. That's enough."
The disciples could only stop, but one last kick still landed on Little Senior Sister, sending her sprawling onto me. Naturally, she was covered in blood and the smell of medicine.
The girl no longer found it disgusting. Anyone who had endured repeated dressing changes and the washing away of blood and pus during this period would grow accustomed to such an assault. So to me, this was not necessarily a bad thing.
"Xianli, you're really incapable of recognizing kindness. Don't blame us for forgetting our old ties as fellow cultivators."
"Exactly. Bringing along such a destitute wretch—just wait for disaster to come crashing down on you."
"This boy won't live much longer. Keeping such a useless person around will only make you carry him."
After the three disciples were stopped, they could only halt their attacks and start cursing angrily instead. Meanwhile, Little Senior Sister rose while crying and helped me to my feet, then returned me to the wooden cart lying off to the side. Only after I had lain down did she