Godfather Of The Cosmos

As Yu Han continued to stroll his way to the train station, he truly wished for peace. His body felt lazy and heavy. Even walking was a chore. He felt demotivated to do anything. Slowly, he didn't even wish to know who he was. If he could just survive in peace, that would be enough. 

Suddenly, a loud noise brought Yu Han back to the world in the present as he noticed a bullet-like structure barely missing his face. Spooked by the sudden intervention, Yu Han looked around frantically to see who shot the bullet. 

In the distance, a shadowy figure emerged, getting closer to Yu Han with each passing minute. As the man in the black outfit rushed toward Yu Han, several similar men joined him from surrounding alleys, each armed with weapons unfamiliar to Yu Han. 

Panic engulfed Yu Han as he slowly backed away. The men with covered faces reacted faster, surrounding Yu Han in no time. He was still processing the situation as one of the men held a sleek pistol, straight before Yu Han's forehead. 

The fear of death boiled deep inside Yu Han, forcing him to move with all his strength. Hyperfocused on his own defense, Yu Han narrowed his eyes, trying to read the attack group's movements. The man with the pistol didn't wait and pressed the trigger, making Yu Han throw himself on the ground, barely escaping the bullet. 

With no time to rest, another attacker raised his dangerously large spear and spun it across Yu Han, making him roll onto the ground in desperate avoidance. The attackers all tried to get Yu Han's throat one by one, some using weapons to intercept him while others relied on Spiritual Prowess. 

Their allied forces almost made it impossible for Yu Han to escape, a man striking Yu Han's back with a powerful Qi exertion, making the boy desperately fall to the ground in his futile escape attempt. 

Yu Han composed himself right away, holding himself up on his limbs as he climbed away from the men who slowly approached him. 

"W-Who are you all?!" he shouted in despair, hoping someone would hear and come save him. 

Silent and neutral, the man with the pistol pointed it at the helpless boy on the ground. This was what it felt to be a cripple. With no power to defend oneself, a cripple could only shout for help. With death knocking at his door, Yu Han felt like giving up. After all, he never had a reason to live anyway. 

As he slowly gave up, the man pressed the trigger without thinking, making Yu Han clench his eyes shut. 

A thin needle arrived just in time, striking the bullet before it could hit Yu Han. The bullet's projectile changed, and the men in black turned to the side, ready to fight off whoever came to Yu Han's rescue. Yu Han opened his eyes and looked to the side in surprise, finding himself alive, and a savior who had come just for him. 

This ironclad man was fully armored. A long scar ran down his right eye, showing his battle experience within a second. Before Yu Han could admire the brave soldier, he disappeared. Even the attackers were confused, glancing here and there. 

Within moments, the ironclad man appeared behind each attacker, ending their lives in mere seconds by using a tiny needle to pierce their throats. Before Yu Han could react, the man stood before him, unsheathing his sword as the attackers fell to the ground in unison. The ironclad man quietly placed his blade against Yu Han's throat, freezing him at his spot. 

"Kid," the man uttered in a grave voice, "Did you just give in to death a moment ago?" 

A strange question; one Yu Han himself didn't know the answer to. As he took his sweet time in silence, the ironclad man gripped the hilt tighter, pressing the blade slightly into his skin. 

"Ahh!" Yu Han panicked, "I did… I did…" 

The man scoffed and pulled his blade away, wiping the little blood from it before sheathing it. It didn't hurt, but Yu Han could feel the cold breeze attacking his fresh scar. It only grazed his skin, so it didn't even need medical attention. 

"You are not allowed to give in to death from now on," the man murmured. 

Yu Han's eyes widened as he tried to stand up. His body felt light as though he never got hurt in the first place. The man glared at him down quietly as he brushed dirt off his clothes. 

The man cleared his throat and turned around, "Let's go." 

"Go where?" 

Although irked, the man replied calmly, "I'll escort you to your destination." 

"Oh…" Yu Han had so much to say, but dared not approach the man without caution, "Thank you." 

The man said no more and started walking in the direction of the station as if nothing happened. Yu Han hesitantly walked over the corpses before following the man, leaving the men in black on the cold ground. 

From the train station to the village, the man stayed by Yu Han's side. As soon as they arrived at the village, Yu Han turned around and gave the man a slight bow. 

"Thank you for saving me. This is my destination," Yu Han bade him farewell. 

But the man seemed indifferent, "This is not your destination." 

Yu Han narrowed his eyes and turned around to look at the village. It was just like he remembered it. Lush green, lively, full of fresh air, and packed with the aroma of tea leaves. 

"It's Meitong Tea Village. I'm staying here currently…" 

The man stood there quietly with nothing more to say. After all, he had already said all he needed to say. 

Confused, Yu Han bowed one more time and turned around to go inside the village, only to have the man follow him like a leech. 

"Excuse me?" Yu Han glanced at him. 

The man raised an eyebrow, "Do you have a problem?" 

"Thank you for rescuing me and sending me home… You can go your way now, Mr. Martial Artist." 

"I can't. You are not yet home." 

Yu Han guessed the man must want to drop him all the way to Zhang Meng's cottage. That was fair. Who said assassins couldn't come inside the village? Yu Han nodded and turned around to head toward Zhang Meng's house only for the man to grab his collar. 

"Your home isn't here," the man pulled him back, "I was ordered to bring you back to the Zhongping State."