Vol 5 Chapter 35.3 (1/2)
Chapter 35 – Sura’s Story (III)
Sura, distressed, said, “Yin Zhu, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. But since you have already given me so many things, can you give me one last item? I want the ring. You can keep all the contents, but give the ring to me.” As he said this, he pointed at the silver ring on Ye Yin Zhu’s hand.
Ye Yin Zhu said, shocked, “It’s not that I’m unwilling to part with it, but this was given to me by Grandfather Qin. I…”
Sura practically begged, “I don’t need the s.p.a.ce ring’s storage function, nor do I want any of its contents. I just want the ring.”
Ye Yin Zhu hesitated for a moment. He looked at the strong yearning in Sura’s eyes and helplessly said, “Alright. I really can’t do anything about you. Fortunately, you promised to support me for the rest of your life. If it was someone else, I really wouldn’t be willing to give it away. I’ll undo the spiritual bond so that you can use it immediately.” As he said this, he manipulated some of his already-recovered spiritual force, transferring the contents of the silver ring to the sapphire s.p.a.ce ring. He then handed over the silver ring to Sura.
“Help me place it on my ring finger.” Sura stretched out his right hand. 1
Ye Yin Zhu wasn’t suspicious of him at all. He automatically slid it onto Sura’s finger. Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Sura abruptly flipped Ye Yin Zhu’s hand over and gripped his wrist. Ye Yin Zhu felt something cool and slightly heavy slide into the palm of his hand.
He withdrew his hand and looked at his palm. Ye Yin Zhu discovered that Sura had pressed a silver coin into his hand. The silver coin appeared to be a somewhat special. A regular silver coin would display a magical six-pointed star engraving, as was commonly used on the continent, but this silver coin seemed to be a bit worn. The design on top had become very indistinct. The silver coin even had some corrosion and lacked any l.u.s.ter.
“Sura, why did you give me a coin?” Ye Yin Zhu asked in puzzlement.
Sura looked at the silver coin he placed in Ye Yin Zhu’s hand. At this very moment, his eyes brimmed with a content light. “Yin Zhu, thank you. Consider this us exchanging gifts with one another. You have given me too many things. In return, I’m giving you this. As long as you have this silver coin, I can tell a story for you to hear, okay?” As if relieved from a burden, Sura’s body seemed to become more relaxed. Idiot, this is exchanging keepsakes! Don’t you realize that this silver coin is extremely important to me?
Ye Yin Zhu nodded, asking, “And the story has something to do with you?”
Sura didn’t reply. He walked up to Ye Yin Zhu and sat down beside him.
“There was a woman who made a living by scavenging through garbage. One day, she picked up some worn out metal to sell off on her way home. When she turned into an empty alley, a hoodlum popped out. This hoodlum held a knife within his hand, and he pressed this knife against the woman’s chest. He maliciously ordered the woman to hand over all the money she had on her. The woman was terrified and stood there motionless. The hoodlum began to search her body. When he searched through the woman’s pocket, he found a shabby pouch. Within the pouch was her money. The hoodlum grabbed that pouch, turned away from the woman, and left. At that moment, the woman reacted. She immediately threw herself forward, and with lightning-speed,
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she seized the pouch. The hoodlum used the knife to prod at the woman, threatening her to let go. The woman, however, clenched the money pouch tightly with both hands, not relinquis.h.i.+ng her grip no matter what. The woman unwaveringly held onto the bag and called for help like her life depended on it. Her call for help disturbed the residents of the alley, and those who heard her shout rushed over and cooperated in arresting the hoodlum.
“Everyone helped the woman by detaining the hoodlum and taking him to the nearby city jail. A city guard greeted them. After interrogation, the hoodlum pleaded guilty to mugging. That woman stood there trembling, drops of cold sweat covering her face.
“The city guard then comforted her. ‘You don’t need to be afraid.’
“The woman replied, ‘I’m in a lot of pain. He broke my fingers.’
“As she said this, she lifted her right hand. The people realized that her right forefinger drooped down flabbily.
“She would rather let her finger bei broken than relinquish her grip on her purse. Clearly, the contents of the purse were important to her. The city guard opened the money pouch, and everyone present was immediately stupefied. There wasn’t a lot in that pouch, only a silver coin. Many of them believed that a single silver coin was truly and excessively not worth breaking a finger or becoming a criminal.
“The city guard was perplexed. How strong was this woman to not give up on this meager silver coin even after experiencing the acute pain of breaking a finger?
“The woman was given basic treatment later before she walked home alone. She walked to a fruit stand with enticing fruit and carefully picked some. She used her silver coin to buy a pear, an apple, a tangerine, a banana, a stick of sugarcane, a strawberry… She bought each fruit sold at the fruit stand until there was nothing left of her silver coin. People who knew of her recent experience were baffled. Could it be that she unhesitantly sacrificed her finger to save a single silver coin, only to unexpectedly use it to buy some tasty fruit?