If a person refuses to save themselves, who can they expect to save them?

Murong Huai glanced at the elderly couple, handed them five Gold Soul Coins, and said:

"Old ones, take this money to get your companion treated, then leave Heaven Dou City."

Seeing the Gold Soul Coins in Murong Huai's hand, the old man swallowed hard. With trembling hands, he reached out and took only a single Gold Soul Coin, then began kowtowing to Murong Huai repeatedly.

"Many thanks, young master! One Gold Soul Coin is more than enough. This old man thanks you for your great kindness, thank you..."

Seeing this, Murong Huai said nothing more. He put away the remaining four Gold Soul Coins, turned, and boarded the carriage, leaving the scene.

Inside the carriage, Qian Xunji said to Murong Huai, "Little Huai, you did well just now. I was worried you might have killed that Xue Xing outright."

Hearing this, Murong Huai said with disdain:

"So what if I killed him? What could the Heaven Dou Empire possibly do about it?"

Qian Xunji shook his head. "Sigh, although they wouldn't dare do much, killing a prince's heir is still quite a bit of trouble."

"Then I crippled one of his legs today—is that not trouble?"

Qian Xunji waved his hand. "Forget it. If he's crippled, he's crippled. Besides, you have your teacher to clean up your mess, so it's fine."

"Oh, alright then. I reckon there will be quite a bit of trouble these next few days, and not just this, so I'll leave it all to Teacher to settle."

Far away in the Pope Palace of Martial Soul City, Qian Daoliu sneezed without warning.

Achoo!

Qian Daoliu rubbed his nose. "Strange. I am a Peak Douluo, how could I possibly sneeze? Father once said: one sneeze means someone is thinking of you, two means you're being cursed, and three means you've caught a cold. Someone must be missing me!"

Achoo!

Qian Daoliu sneezed again without warning.

"Hmm? Two sneezes—there must be two people thinking of me. Yes, that must be it."

----The next day, Heaven Dou City.

Murong Huai and the others woke up and were having breakfast on the second floor of a high-end hotel. Outside, many vendors were selling various goods, their shouts blending together. The sweet fragrance of fresh melons and fruits intertwined, leaving one with an endless aftertaste.

Though they called it breakfast, the table was filled with delicacies. Murong Huai said speechlessly:

"I say, Senior Brother, I don't take you for the type to waste food. Why is breakfast so extravagant? We still have a birthday banquet to attend at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect later."

Qian Xunji waved his hand and explained, "No, no, you little ones don't understand. You don't know the dangers of society. Don't look at how grand those big factions make their banquets; the portions they serve are as small as feeding a sparrow, and they drag on for three or four hours.

I didn't eat at the first banquet of my life, and ever since then, I've eaten less and less at each one."

"Oh? And why didn't you eat at the first one?" Bibi Dong asked, blinking her eyes.

"Because the first one was my full-month celebration," Qian Xunji explained with a smile.

"That makes sense. Then I won't stand on ceremony!" Murong Huai returned to his true self, grabbed a chicken leg, and began devouring it.

"Can't you be a bit more refined, Little Huai?" Qian Xunji shook his head helplessly.

"Oh, come on, it's just eating. Whatever tastes best is the way to go. It's not embarrassing. I think those rules only exist because people are full and have nothing better to do." Murong Huai didn't care at all.

What of it? I spent a lifetime working on Blue Star; now that I've transmigrated, can't I enjoy myself a little?!

Qian Xunji nodded in agreement. "That's also true. Let's eat!"

Outside the hotel, at a fruit stall, a group of men dressed like servants approached. The steward in the lead picked up an apple from the stall and took a bite.

"Yo, this fruit is quite fresh. Take it all back."

Having said that, the steward threw the half-eaten apple onto the ground and signaled for his men to clear out all the fruit.

The stall owners were a young couple. Seeing his fruit being hauled away, the man stepped forward to the steward and said with a bow and a scrape:

"My lord, regarding the cost of this stall of fruit, could you..."

The steward nodded and said:

"Right, we are ordering fruit for the Xiao Mu Marquis Mansion, so we do have to pay."

With that, the steward fished a single Copper Soul Coin from his robes and tossed it to the man. The latter was stunned after catching it and quickly grabbed the other's sleeve.

"My lord, did you... did you give the wrong amount?"

"Wrong amount? No, that's correct."

"This one Copper Soul Coin is not enough."

Hearing the owner's words, the steward gave a disdainful laugh.

"Heh, it is your honor that your fruit is fit for the Marquis to eat. That one Copper Soul Coin is the Marquis showing you mercy."

Hearing this, the man realized the other party intended to rob them in broad daylight and hurriedly said:

"My lord, my lord, it's too little! Please, give a bit more!"

The steward shoved the man away and then kicked him.

"Damn it! I gave you a Copper Soul Coin to show you face, and now you're pushing your luck!"

"What are you doing?!"

The man's wife stepped forward to stop them, but seeing this, the man hurriedly pulled her back and said, "My lord, I beg you, this is the entire year's harvest for my family. Please, give us a little more, I beg you."

"Get lost, move everything out!"

As the words fell, every piece of fruit on the stall was carried away. The woman couldn't help but curse, "Put it down, put it all down!"

"Damn it, you lowly peasant, beat her!"

As soon as the steward finished speaking, several men rushed forward and began to beat the woman. Seeing this, the man hurriedly knelt on the ground to beg for mercy, "My lord, please, stop hitting her. Take the goods, just stop hitting her."

"Get lost, beat them to death!"

"Ah..."

The woman was beaten until she was a bloody mess, yet the man remained kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy, "My lord, please, have mercy, stop hitting her..."

The steward raised his hand, and a blast of Soul Power sent the man flying.

"Pah, a mere lowly peasant!"

The surrounding vendors all kept their heads down, not daring to resist.

On the second floor of the hotel, Murong Huai, who had come to the window to watch the entire process, had no intention of intervening. He turned around, sat back in his seat, and continued his meal.

Seeing this, Qian Xunji frowned and asked, "Xiao Huai, why aren't you stepping in to help?"

"Why should I help them? Just because they are being bullied?" Murong Huai countered.

"What else? Why else?"

Hearing this, Murong Huai shook his head. "Because they have already given up on themselves, so why should I save them?"

"Given up on themselves? What do you mean?"

"Facing robbers coming to steal their goods, they didn't think to resist, but only blindly begged the other party. Facing those who beat his wife, the man didn't protect her, knowing only to kneel and beg for mercy without ever fighting back. People like this don't even have the heart to resist; saving them is a waste. If he had even cursed at them once, I would have been happy to intervene," Murong Huai said with disdain.

"Then, Brother Huai, why did you save that old couple yesterday?" Bibi Dong asked.

"Because that couple, despite their age, had a fighting spirit in their eyes. They dared to resist. When someone harmed their loved ones, that old man dared to fight back even though he knew he couldn't win. That made them worth saving. Although doing so might not lead to a good outcome and could even lead to death, does begging for mercy guarantee a good outcome? A person who dares not resist, who dares not fight for their own rights, is not worth saving—how can they even be saved? A person who has given up on themselves is not worth pitying—how can they even be pitied?"

"A person who is unwilling to save themselves, who else can they expect to save them? Let's eat."

Hearing Murong Huai's words, Qian Xunji fell into deep thought. "Daring not to resist... giving up on oneself... are such people truly beyond saving? How many more people like this are there on this continent?"