Chapter 1101: Chapter 1101: Wandering the Martial World with a Sword (Part 5)
The world of martial arts is vast, and there’s always someone who can recognize Ming Xian.
Han Qiqi has been wandering the martial arts world, so it’s reasonable to say she might have met Ming Xian at some point.
Chuzheng retracts her gaze.
Han Qiqi quietly breathes a sigh of relief. She doesn’t know why, but being stared at by this girl makes her feel chilled all over.
Han Qiqi scrutinizes Ming Xian a few times and says, “I heard the Brahman Immortal Sect was under siege, with countless casualties among the sect members, and the sect hierarch’s fate unknown.”
This rumor can be heard outside, so it’s not really big news.
Therefore, Han Qiqi doesn’t hold back when mentioning it.
She is more curious as to how this notorious killer Ming Xian could be here… and with a girl, no less.
Ming Xian, the Sect Hierarch, puts down his spotless bowl, picks up his sword, and stands up: “Why did you bring her here?”
Chuzheng says, “To tend to your injury.”
Ming Xian: “I’m not injured. Who gave you permission to act on your own initiative?”
His gaze sweeps over Han Qiqi; this woman looks familiar, but he can’t recall where he’s seen her before.
“Who needs permission? Everything you eat, drink, and use now is mine.” Even you belong to me!
Ming Xian: “…”
Ming Xian steps forward to leave.
Chuzheng raises her hand to stop him: “Where are you going?”
Ming Xian’s tone has a hint of sulkiness: “I won’t eat, drink, or use what’s yours.”
Chuzheng’s hand moves down to grasp his arm, returning the earlier words from Ming Xian: “Without my permission, who allowed you to leave?”
Ming Xian tries to break free from Chuzheng’s grip, but using force makes his wound hurt.
He coughs softly twice, and the hint of color that was just on his lips fades away.
Ming Xian lowers his voice and says through gritted teeth, “Don’t forget, it was you…”
“Yes,” Chuzheng’s inward resentment bubbles up like a pufferfish, though outwardly she pretends to generously accept it: “I was wrong for drugging you. So now I’m trying to remedy it. Sect Hierarch, could you give me a chance?”
Their voices suddenly hush, Han Qiqi is also injured and can’t hear, she can only watch the two of them stuck there.
The atmosphere is a bit strange…
“I won’t harm you again, absolutely not.” Chuzheng’s tone is earnest: “Trust me.”
“Cough cough cough…”
Ming Xian covers his lips coughing, brushes away Chuzheng’s hand, and slowly sits back down.
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Han Qiqi, being a disciple of Tianshan Old Monster, has inherited her master’s teachings and surpassed him in medical skills.
Han Qiqi never imagined one day she would diagnose the pulse of the Great Demon Head of the martial arts world.
“You’d better not play any tricks,” Chuzheng reminds Han Qiqi kindly before she acts: “It’s easy for me to kill you.”
“Ha…” Han Qiqi laughs lazily: “You’ve already said this is a transaction, naturally, I will complete it properly; rest assured, I do have some credibility.”
Chuzheng nods, signaling her to begin.
She moves to the other side and pours Ming Xian a cup of tea.
Ming Xian turns his head away, ignoring Chuzheng, who isn’t upset and calmly places it beside him.
Han Qiqi’s gaze travels between them, as if imagining something bizarre, and laughs oddly.
“Ming Sect Hierarch’s inner strength is disrupted, his breath is weak…”
Chuzheng listens to Han Qiqi ramble nonsense without reaching the point.
Han Qiqi retracts her hand and lightly summarizes: “Just poisoned.”
“What poison?”
Han Qiqi’s smile is a bit peculiar; after a moment, she utters a few words: “Jun Bugu.”
Ming Xian raises his eyes to look at Han Qiqi.
The mask covers most of his face, showing only those piercing eyes.
He carries an aura of slaughter from years, making even a glance at him terrifying.
…even if his inner strength can’t be used at this moment, he looks somewhat frail.
“Ming Sect Hierarch must have heard of it?” Han Qiqi says.
Ming Xian clutches his sword, exuding a murderous atmosphere: “You’re quite capable.”
The remark is directed at Chuzheng.
Chuzheng: “…”
No!
I didn’t!
Not me!!
Chuzheng asks Han Qiqi, “How to cure it?”
“There’s no cure.” Han Qiqi’s eyelashes droop, as if recalling something, after a moment she says, “Those who get this poison have no hope.”
Ming Xian stands up and leaves the room in a few steps.
“I gather the poison was set by you?” Han Qiqi is curious and puzzled in her heart: “Why didn’t this Demon Head kill you?”
Chuzheng doesn’t answer her, simply asks: “Is there really no cure?”
Han Qiqi, feeling questioned, snorts lightly: “I, Han Qiqi, never lie.”
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Jun Bugu, a poison rumored in the martial arts world.
Its origin unknown.
Those poisoned by it cannot gather inner strength; if inadvertently injured, the wound will persist and worsen, ultimately leading to increasing frailty and death.
Even without injury, one will be tormented beyond recognition, eventually either committing suicide or dying from it.
The most crucial is, there’s no antidote.
Thus it was named ‘Jun Bugu’.
This poison hadn’t appeared in the martial arts world for a long time; where did that scoundrel Liang Xuan get it?
…Looks like that scoundrel needs to be caught.
Han Qiqi needs to heal up and has no intention of leaving, and Chuzheng doesn’t urge her.
“Where is your maid?”
“Dead, I guess.” Han Qiqi sips her medicine, indifferently: “Who knows.”
Han Qiqi’s ruthlessness was evident when she was teaching Zhao Fu before, Chuzheng could see it.
“Why were those people chasing you?”
“…” Han Qiqi puts down the medicine bowl: “I thought you weren’t curious.”
“I’m not curious, but I need to know what kind of trouble I picked up.” Chuzheng’s reasoning is legitimate, Han Qiqi can’t refute it.
However… picked?
Using this term is wrong!!
How is it that they are equal in transaction, yet she was picked up?
“Don’t know who revealed my whereabouts, they’re here for revenge.” Han Qiqi laughs: “If I hadn’t been interrupted in my practice, these small fry wouldn’t have bothered me; you did get lucky.”
Han Qiqi stretches out her white, tender hand, waving it in front of Chuzheng: “You know when I treat someone, this is the starting point?”
Chuzheng coldly gets up.
Han Qiqi wants to say something but ends up being bombarded with countless gold leaves.
“…”
Chuzheng notices the snow-white figure approaching from the corridor’s far end, ignoring Han Qiqi’s exclamations, she heads toward him.
Ming Xian walks slowly, like a patient long afflicted with illness.
“Why did you come out?”
Chuzheng wants to support him, but Ming Xian avoids her, leaning against the corridor post: “You should leave before I change my mind and kill you.”
Chuzheng is speechless: “This is a house I bought.” If anyone should leave, it isn’t me!
Ming Xian hesitated for a moment: “Yes… I’ll leave.”
Ming Xian turns and heads toward the main entrance.
“Can you stop following me, I’m dying!” Ming Xian suddenly flares up: “Let me… be alone, alright!”
After shouting, his whole body appears drained of strength, his chest heaves intensely.
He should hate her.
Should have killed her…
Yet every time he attempts to act, as long as he meets her gaze, he hesitates.
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Consider the Good Person Card; from his perspective, Chuzheng did drug him!!
Don’t call me Little Star!