Tales Of The Exiled Immortal

CHAPTER 7

The instant Rain’s words dropped, the air shifted and a blur of motion sliced through the street like a shadow without weight, it was fast, too fast actually.

Rain barely caught the flicker before a figure landed on one knee before him, head bowed, movements smooth and reverent.

“Young master,” came the low, respectful voice.

Rain’s eyes narrowed.

His posture remained calm, hands still behind his back, but every muscle in his body was alert.

“You are?” His voice was neutral, but there was a steel edge behind it. No warmth or familiarity.

The figure slowly raised his head.

“It’s me, Chen.”

The moment Rain saw the man’s face, something clicked. Another surge of foreign memories unraveled in his mind, flooding his awareness and his jaw tightened slightly.

Chen.

Bodyguard. Shadow. One of the most loyal blades of Rain’s father.

Powerful, silent and obedient.

Always watching.

He had no idea what realm Chen had reached but even in his fragmented memories, Chen’s presence had always radiated unshakable danger.

When Rain’s father had sent him to the Mortal Realm, he’d sent only one man to follow... Chen. Not to interfere or command but to just watch.

Chen had never once overstepped. Never once disobeyed. But he was always there.

“I was worried about you, Young Master,” Chen said softly, breaking the silence. His voice cracked slightly, eyes glinting with the kind of emotion Rain hadn’t expected to see from a man like him.

“You haven’t stepped out of this gate for over three years... I almost forced my way in.”

There was no arrogance in his tone, just an unfiltered truth.

Rain exhaled slowly.

This body reacted to Chen strangely, like it respected him too deeply, too instinctively. There was a kind of moral code buried in the original Rain’s soul that wouldn’t allow him to treat Chen casually.

“It's alright,” Rain said finally, his voice a little less cold than before. “I'm fine. You can get up.”

Chen rose without hesitation, but his gaze remained steady.

“I’m going to get some herbs. I’ll be taking my leave now,” Rain added, already turning to go. He didn’t like being watched too closely—even by those loyal to him. It made him feel... boxed in.

But before he could take two steps, Chen moved again.

“Please wait,” he said quickly, pulling out two thick sacks filled to the brim with gold coins. The leather glinted faintly in the sunlight as he held them out.

Rain paused, his eyes flicked to the bags and then to Chen and without a word, he took them.

“Thanks.”

That was all he said before walking away.

Chen didn’t follow.

Not openly, anyway.

He stood there for a moment, eyes following the shrinking figure of his young master.

If Rain hadn’t come out today, he would have stormed the sect without hesitation. No one in the Mortal Realm could’ve stopped him. Not even the sect’s so-called elders.

His hands clenched slightly at the thought.

Rain had always been calm, even as a child. But these past three years, not hearing from him at all had made Chen lose sleep more times than he could count.

And now… now the young master looked different.

Calmer, colder and his voice had steadied, and his eyes, his eyes had that same dangerous glint his father once had.

“Seems like the young master’s become more mature,” Chen muttered, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

That was all he had ever wanted, not power or ascension, just peace.

Just a quiet life for the boy he had sworn to protect with his life but maybe… fate had other plans.

Chen’s figure flickered once more and vanished into the shadows. He wouldn’t follow openly. Rain wouldn’t allow it.

But he’d protect him from the dark.

Always.

Within moments, he had already caught up, watching silently from a rooftop as Rain stopped in front of an herb shop near the market square.

And then, Chen froze, his breath caught because Rain was looking right at him.

Straight at him, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed as if… he could see.

Chen’s body tensed.

Impossible.

"Could he have discovered me?" Chen muttered panickedly. Even a golden Core Realm expert wouldn't be able to notice him, but here he was with Rain staring directly at him as though he could see him.

This had not to be true, there was no way Rain could see him. He didn't believe it.

Rain turned slightly and smiled. He already knew Chen was trailing behind him, he had pinpointed the man’s position the moment he stepped out of the sect gate. If he couldn’t sense something that simple, he had no business calling himself a former expert feared by thousands. Tricks like that were for children.

Facing the shopkeeper, Rain relaxed his aura. The middle-aged man greeted respectfully. A Glory Dome Sect badge, no matter if it belonged to an outer disciple, was enough to make any shopkeeper obedient. The sect was a local giant, offending even their weakest disciple was a good way to have your shop burned to ashes.

“Give me five pounds of Licorice Root, four pounds of Cinnamon Bark, five pounds of Schisandra Berry, two pounds of Eucommia Bark, three pounds of Reishi Mushroom, and one pound of Chrysanthemum,” Rain said flatly.

He paused, then added, “Actually, make the Cinnamon Bark two pounds.”

The shopkeeper nodded so fast Rain thought his neck might snap. Within moments, the herbs were neatly packed into a bag and offered to him with both hands.

“How much?” Rain asked, taking the bag.

“Two thousand gold coins,” the man replied quickly, not daring to overcharge.

Rain handed over one of the gold sacks Chen had given him without blinking. “Mm.”

He turned to leave, mentally calculating.

A month. With these herbs, he would last a month at most. But that was enough. With uninterrupted cultivation, he could push the body to the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

And Jackson?

Even if that idiot somehow reached the late stage of the Core Spirit Realm in a month, Rain could still break his spine without lifting a finger. Realm advantage meant nothing before him. Experience decided life and death and Rain had lived long enough to bury mountains of corpses.

He stepped out of the shop.

He would not rely on Jasmine begging her master to keep him in the sect. He wasn’t someone who clung to pity or favors. This sect was a third-rate force in the Mortal Realm, and even though it was strong among its peers, to Rain it was still a cage for weaklings. He had no intention of staying forever.

Just as he reached the edge of the marketplace,

“Hey! Stop right there!” an arrogant voice commanded and Rain’s steps halted.