Capítulo 1103: Chapter 1103: Wandering the Martial World with a Sword (Part 7)
Liang Xuan was tossed back and forth, but each time when he was about to give up, Chuzheng would pull him up, let him catch his breath, and then push him back down.
Chuzheng threw Liang Xuan into the water, looking down at the man floundering in it: “Liang Xuan, today’s lesson is only because you almost hurt him.”
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Under the horrified stares of the crowd, Chuzheng returned to the street, supporting Ming Xian as they left.
After walking a distance, sounds started gradually to return from behind.
It was like a scene paused and now replaying.
Chuzheng brought Ming Xian to a secluded corner: “How are you?”
“Were you following me?” Ming Xian’s voice was hoarse.
“No.” Chuzheng denied very quickly.
“Then why are you here?”
“To rescue you.”
“If you weren’t following me, how would you come to rescue me?”
Chuzheng looked serious: “Just a coincidence.”
Ming Xian: “…”
Ming Xian certainly didn’t believe such a coincidence.
She definitely had been following him all the way.
“Why did you drug me before, and now why are you saving me again?”
To drug him was to want him dead, wasn’t it?
So now what is she doing…
Chuzheng: “…”
This, I really can’t explain.
“Shall we go back?” Chuzheng simply changed the topic.
The air suddenly fell silent.
The distant sounds of commotion were still faintly audible, not very clear, as if separated by thousands of mountains.
After a long while, Ming Xian’s fingertips moved slightly, his pale lips parted a bit: “I’m hungry.”
“Then let’s go back.” Chuzheng said readily.
Ming Xian didn’t speak further, Chuzheng helped him up: “Can you walk? If not, I’ll carry you.”
Ming Xian’s fingertips trembled slightly, his expression a bit stiff.
He was not at the point of needing to be carried!
Chuzheng took Ming Xian back, Han Qiqi checked his pulse and stated that it was more serious than before.
Han Qiqi prescribed a recipe.
But when the medicine was ready, Ming Xian refused to drink it.
“Why won’t you drink it?”
“It’s unnecessary, since I’m going to die anyway.” Ming Xian looked down at his fingers, his tone filled with a cold detachment from life and death.
“I don’t think you want to die.”
Chuzheng spoke the truth.
“How do you know I don’t want to die?” Ming Xian was somewhat irate: “What do you know!”
Chuzheng didn’t want to argue with Ming Xian about such a meaningless question. With her around, dying was out of the question.
She pushed the dark, unpleasant-looking medicine towards Ming Xian: “Drink the medicine.”
Ming Xian noticeably recoiled in distaste: “I won’t drink it!”
Chuzheng pondered for a moment: “Are you afraid of the bitterness?”
Ming Xian suddenly looked up, glaring at her angrily, that kind of anger when you’re exposed after being told the truth.
Chuzheng: “…”
Afraid of bitterness, huh?
Han Qiqi was sipping her own bowl of medicine nearby: “It’s not that bitter, it even has a bit of sweetness, you should try it. My medicine is absolutely different from those outside.”
Han Qiqi had great confidence in her medicine.
“But you’re a Demon Head, afraid of bitterness?”
Ming Xian: “…” What’s the problem with being a Great Demon Head? Can’t one be human too?
The surrounding air seemed to quiet down, a sense of grim determination slowly rising.
“Can you step away for a bit?” Chuzheng turned to Han Qiqi.
Han Qiqi shrugged, taking her bowl of medicine with her as she wandered off.
“Drink the medicine.”
Ming Xian turned his head, stubbornly refusing to drink.
Chuzheng thought for a while and left for a moment. When she returned, she pinned Ming Xian to the chair, grabbing his chin and poured a whole bowl of medicine into his mouth.
“Cough cough cough…” The bitterness spread in his mouth.
Ming Xian’s mask went askew, strands of hair messily draping over his shoulders, his eyes slightly reddened. At this moment, Ming Xian looked like a cornered wolf cub.
“You…”
Just as his lips parted, something was shoved into his mouth, resting on his tongue, a hint of sweetness tasted.
Then an overwhelming sweetness came, diluting that bitterness.
Ming Xian seemed to forget to speak.
Chuzheng placed the remaining candies down and walked away with the empty bowl.
After who knows how long, Ming Xian cautiously reached out, took a piece of candy and put it in his mouth.
He looked around, seeing no one, then stealthily took another piece.
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Liang Xuan lay on a bed in the inn, looking unsightly, with quite a few people from the martial arts community standing around.
Zhao Fu was crying beside Liang Xuan: “Senior Brother, I’m sorry, I just thought we could catch him, so…”
Liang Xuan couldn’t bear to blame Zhao Fu: “Forget it, it’s alright.”
Zhao Fu’s tears fell in streams.
Someone beside them asked: “Have we found out where that Demon Head is staying?”
“The one with the Demon Head is a Sect Member of the Brahman Immortal Sect. That girl has been here for some days, the townspeople all know she lives in that house on the east side.”
“We’ve already sent someone to keep watch, but there’s no movement for now.”
“Why not act now? What if they escape?”
“We don’t know how many people are inside, we can’t act rashly.”
The group engaged in a heated discussion on whether to act or not, but in the end, they decided to cautiously figure out how many people were on the other side first.
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As night fell.
Anxi Town was silent, only occasionally could a few faint winds be heard.
By the brook, Chuzheng emerged from the water holding a sword.
As soon as she poked her head out, she met a pair of eyes.
Ming Xian stood on the bank with his arms folded, his snow-white clothes standing out in the night. If not for recognizing his appearance, Chuzheng might have thought she had encountered a ghost.
“What are you doing here?” Scared me to death!
Chuzheng calmly came up with the sword.
“Did you… come to find the sword for me?”
Chuzheng handed the sword over, her tone calm: “I noticed you care a lot about this sword.”
Ming Xian: “…”
Ming Xian did care about this sword, it was the first and only sword he ever acquired, not a famous one.
But… during the fight today, he let go.
He was tired, knowing he wouldn’t live long, it seemed useless to keep it…
However, after going back, the emptiness in his hand made him uneasy.
Ming Xian raised his hand, gripping the sword hilt, taking it from Chuzheng’s hand: “Thank you.”
This thank you was not about anything else, it was because Chuzheng found his sword.
The night wind blew through the willow branches by the brook, swaying them gently, carrying the girl’s clear and ethereal voice: “It’s what I should do.”
Chuzheng and Ming Xian walked back to the house one after the other.
Ming Xian might have been distracted by his injuries, keeping his head down as he walked inside.
Chuzheng suddenly reached out and grabbed him.
Chuzheng had tugged him often enough that his initial strong resistance, followed by frowning protests, eventually gave way to resignation.
“What…”
Chuzheng pressed a finger against his lips.
Ming Xian’s expression instantly grew peculiar; the finger pressed against his lips brought a slight chill, like the night’s wind.
In the sky, the moon hung brightly, stars strewn like a web, reflected in the girl’s clear eyes, shattering into countless bits of light.
Ming Xian’s breath became erratic, and he quickly leaned his head back.
Chuzheng seemed unaware of his movement, pulling him to the side.
Ming Xian calmed down, listening carefully for a moment. Though he couldn’t use his powers, he had honed his instincts over years of being hunted.
Someone was there.
Remembering how he was hunted in the marketplace today, it was normal for someone to be monitoring…