Capítulo 1099: Chapter 1099: Wandering the Martial World with a Sword (Part 3)
Chuzheng stood quietly beside the pastry shop, wearing a moon-white dress, holding a package of pastries.
Her appearance was dignified and delicate, not celestial, but she exuded an elegance and coldness, with a transcendent aura.
She belonged to the type that became more charming the longer one looked, making it hard to avert one’s eyes.
Han Qiqi seemed to notice that Liang Xuan’s gaze towards Chuzheng was off, lightly raising her willow eyebrows: “Young Master Liang, is this also one of your confidantes?”
“Him?” Chuzheng spoke first: “Unworthy.”
The young girl’s voice was cold and calm, like a sudden sound in a ceasing snowstorm.
A chill involuntarily rose from the depths of one’s heart upon hearing it.
Liang Xuan’s hand hanging to one side slightly clenched.
He had watched her jump off the cliff with his own eyes; he hadn’t expected that she was still alive…
And the person standing before him now made Liang Xuan feel as though he didn’t know her at all. Her aura and demeanor were entirely different from what he remembered.
This Chuzheng… made him uneasy.
“Senior brother?” Zhao Fu called out softly: “Who is she?”
Liang Xuan’s face slightly darkened, saying: “I don’t know her.”
Han Qiqi chuckled lightly, the sound was crisp like a copper bell, but she simply laughed without speaking.
Chuzheng placed the pastries aside, grabbed a bamboo pole standing nearby, and raised it to hit Liang Xuan.
From the moment Chuzheng set down the pastries to the moment she acted, it was only an instant; Liang Xuan’s reaction was slightly slow, and the bamboo pole nearly hit his leg.
Liang Xuan protected Zhao Fu, dodging the attacks twice before pushing Zhao Fu aside.
Swish——
Once again, the bamboo pole came down.
Liang Xuan wasn’t armed, so he had to catch it bare-handed. He grabbed one end of the bamboo pole, suddenly exerting force, and channeled inner strength into it.
The bamboo pole shattered, swiftly spreading towards Chuzheng’s end.
In the blink of an eye, something within the bamboo pole seemed to rush out like a silver snake.
Liang Xuan hadn’t even seen clearly before his body was struck fiercely, sent flying, and crashing into a stall, scattering vegetables and fruits everywhere.
Liang Xuan felt a metallic taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
“Senior brother!”
Zhao Fu exclaimed, rushing over to Liang Xuan: “Senior brother, are you alright?”
Chuzheng tossed away the bamboo stick and leisurely picked up the pastries from the stairs, walking towards Liang Xuan.
Liang Xuan was helped up by Zhao Fu, he watched Chuzheng cautiously.
How did her skills suddenly become so remarkable?
The young girl’s steps were neither hurried nor slow, as if strolling leisurely.
Stopping briefly beside Liang Xuan, she slightly turned her head: “Consider this the interest; next time we meet, I hope there won’t be so many people.”
Before Liang Xuan could comprehend her words, Chuzheng had already walked away.
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Chuzheng carried the pastries back, opened the door, and was met with a sword.
Chuzheng was already accustomed to this, calmly deflecting the sword.
The man in white stood at the doorway, withdrew the sword when it was pushed aside, clutching his chest like he wanted to cough but quickly suppressed it.
Chuzheng spread the pastries on the table: “Try and pick your favorite?”
Ming Xian approached slowly, placing the sword on the table and sitting while supporting himself against the table edge: “Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you by mistake?”
“Rest assured.” Chuzheng poured a glass of water, pushing it towards him: “You’ll definitely die before I do.”
Ming Xian: “…”
Ming Xian glanced at the pastries on the table, picking one to eat slowly.
Ming Xian wore a mask, covering half of his face and concealed the hideous scars, making him appear even more aloof and handsome.
Once Ming Xian finished eating the pastries, Chuzheng came over with medicine.
“Time to change the dressing.”
Ming Xian calmly took off his shirt; these days, it was always Chuzheng changing his bandages, so there was no need for modesty.
Chuzheng pulled a chair, sat opposite him, and leaned forward slightly to change the bandage.
Her movements weren’t exactly gentle, even somewhat rough.
Her breath fell onto his shoulder, a bit ticklish…
Ming Xian could clearly see her slender lashes, now slightly lowered, shielding her always cool and clear eyes.
Her profile line was stern, unlike the gentle and amiable nature of other women, leading down to a fair and long neck…
“Why is your wound healing so slowly?”
After so many days, there was no sign of scabbing, it even seemed to want to bleed.
The wound certainly had its own ideas.
Chuzheng pulled up his shirt, and Ming Xian returned to his senses, fastening his garment: “Shouldn’t you be asking yourself that?”
“I didn’t stab you!” Why ask me!
“It’s your medicine.” Ming Xian stood up, collected his sword, and while lowering his eyes he looked at her: “Are you unaware of what it is?”
Chuzheng: “…”
I honestly don’t know.
The medicine was given by Liang Xuan, that dog, who had claimed there wouldn’t be any major issues, while the original naive and sweet girl was completely coaxed by Liang Xuan, oblivious to everything else.
“How can it be cured?”
“I don’t know.”
Ming Xian also had no idea what medicine Chuzheng gave him.
He just felt he couldn’t gather inner strength, nor heal from the wound.
Ming Xian turned to leave; now traveling with her didn’t mean trusting her.
A person who had betrayed him once…
Why should he trust her again?
Ming Xian lay on his side on the bed; Chuzheng couldn’t get anything out of him, so she left the room.
The head chef at Fude Building sat in the hallway with two trays beside him.
Upon seeing her come out, the head chef immediately approached: “Miss, it’s not that I’m not trying, it’s just that that gentleman genuinely won’t eat anything.”
He was really doing his best!
Having been a chef for so long, never had someone been so picky about his dishes; this was the biggest challenge he’d faced.
“Change to something else tomorrow.” Chuzheng replied nonchalantly: “There’ll always be something he likes.”
Didn’t he just eat the pastries bought today?!
Perhaps because of his injury and recent events, Ming Xian seemed even more picky than before.
Chuzheng was also troubled.
If he continued not eating, she would have to…
Force feed!
The head chef: “…”
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Today, after seeing Liang Xuan, Chuzheng made inquiries and learned that after the siege on the Brahman Immortal Sect, most sect members were killed, and a few escaped. Now, people in the martial world are pursuing the fugitives.
Liang Xuan happened to be responsible for this area, thus, they encountered each other.
As for that Han Qiqi…
Her master is the Tianshan Old Monster, who resides on Tianshan for years with unique martial arts skills but is skilled in medicine.
The Tianshan Old Monster doesn’t interfere with martial affairs, but according to sect alignments, she should belong to the righteous faction.
Yet her apprentice was sprinting down the path of an evil sect, about to claim the title of demoness.
The Tianshan Old Monster was extremely laid-back about this, showing no intention of purging the sect.
Skilled in medicine…
Medicine…
Chuzheng pondered for a moment, planning to capture this Han Qiqi to check out the Good Person Card.
Before Chuzheng could execute her plan, Han Qiqi delivered herself.
It was a stormy night, Chuzheng was worried about Ming Xian’s food issues, sitting on the corridor thinking, when she suddenly heard a dull noise from the wall.
In the rain curtain, a slender figure slowly moved from behind the wall.
Afterwards, some people jumped in one after another, attacking the first figure without a word.
The corridor was pitch black; Chuzheng sat on one side silently, and the people over there hadn’t noticed her, fighting intensely without regard for her presence.