Chapter 1136: Chapter 1136: Wandering the World with My Sword (Final)
Ming Xian’s face had already darkened, and his gaze swept toward Chuzheng, who was sitting upright beside him: “Talking about things so late?”
Villain A couldn’t control the cold sweat trickling down: “Urgent matter, urgent matter…”
Chuzheng stood up, walked to the front, blocking Ming Xian’s line of sight: “Is there sothing?”
Ming Xian suspiciously looked behind, and Chuzheng pulled him to the other side.
She held one hand behind her back and waved at Villain A and B, signaling them to leave quickly.
The two swiftly gathered the things on the table and dashed out, still shouting, “Sect Hierarch, Miss Chuzheng won’t disturb you anymore.”
Ming Xian wanted to look at them, but Chuzheng turned him back: “What are you looking at? What’s so interesting about them?”
“What are you doing?” Ming Xian scrutinized Chuzheng: “Are you hiding sothing from ?”
“No.” Chuzheng imdiately denied it.
Afraid he would ask more, Chuzheng simply pinned him to the table and kissed him. Ming Xian struggled but couldn’t break free and had to respond to Chuzheng.
Feeling it was enough, Chuzheng let him go: “Alright, go back to sleep.”
Ming Xian didn’t move: “I want to sleep with you.”
“…It’s so hot.”
Ming Xian stared at Chuzheng.
Chuzheng pinched her fingers, gritted her teeth: “Sleep, sleep! If he does anything, I’ll just knock him out.”
Chuzheng silently let out a breath.
Fortunately, nothing happened overnight, and Ming Xian was still easy to appease.
–
The next day, Ming Xian summoned Villain A and B for questioning, but under great pressure, they didn’t utter a single word.
Ming Xian started to beco paranoid, and Chuzheng and Villain A and B seed to be playing guerrilla warfare with him. Fortunately, Chuzheng’s injuries were almost healed, and there was no need for frequent bandage changes.
The antidote was also developed by the Witch Doctor, and Chuzheng took Ming Xian over.
Inquiring about the antidote had all been done behind Ming Xian’s back, so it was only when they arrived that he realized Chuzheng had found the antidote.
The Witch Doctor first examined Ming Xian’s body.
“This is the antidote.”
The Witch Doctor handed the antidote to Chuzheng.
There were two pills, one red and one black.
“Take the red one first,” the Witch Doctor said. “Take the black one three days later… if he can make it through those three days.”
Chuzheng’s eyes chilled: “What do you an?”
“The Red Scorpion’s antidote uses poison to counteract poison. The red pill is refined using the Red Scorpion. If he can’t make it through, it will be a dead end.”
“Whether or not to take it, you decide.”
–
Ming Xian and Chuzheng sat opposite each other, with only a flow of light smoke drifting in the room, carrying a faint fragrance.
Ming Xian reached out and only took the pill on the table.
Chuzheng stopped him.
“I can do it.” Ming Xian’s eyes flickered with a firm light, and his tone was even more determined: “I won’t die so easily.”
Chuzheng stared at him for a few seconds and slowly released her hand.
Ming Xian slightly raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a very faint smile, harmonizing beautifully with the lotus on his temple, making one’s heart tremble.
Chuzheng watched Ming Xian take the dicine. At first, there was no reaction, but by evening, Ming Xian beca irritable, smashing quite a few things in the room.
At first, Ming Xian could still control it, but later he found it unbearable and started harming himself.
Chuzheng held onto him to stop him.
“Leave…”
Ming Xian didn’t want Chuzheng to see him like this, nor did he want to hurt her, wanting to drive her out.
“I’ll stay with you.”
“I can do it myself.”
Chuzheng said nothing, only embraced him silently. Ming Xian grasped her hand, exerting force continuously, and blood seeped from the skin, dripping to the ground from the fingertips.
“Leave… please, leave…”
Ming Xian’s voice shattered.
“I am here.” Chuzheng hugged him, softly comforting him. “It doesn’t hurt.”
From asking her to leave, to later crying out in pain, finally, he suddenly cald down, Chuzheng could only hear his suppressed breathing.
He can endure it.
He can…
Ming Xian doesn’t rember when he lost consciousness, vaguely feeling soone feeding him sothing, the pain in his body gradually subsiding, then falling back into darkness.
He seed to have a dream.
He dread of that night in Kongming Valley, a small person walking on the snow, holding a sword almost as tall as himself, trudging forward awkwardly, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow.
Cold…
He was so cold.
He couldn’t walk anymore.
He wanted to collapse, but he persisted in moving forward. Every step felt like treading on the tip of a knife, with a dull pain, which slowly turned to numbness.
His pace beca slower and slower, his limbs seemingly frozen by ice and snow. Finally, the small figure stepped into emptiness and fell downwards accompanied by coldness and pain.
In a daze, he saw the relatives who had died in Kongming Valley, those faces blurred in mory suddenly becoming clear again.
They stood in the darkness, beckoning to him.
“Xian Xian…”
He slowly stretched out his hand.
No…
He couldn’t die.
He still had Chuzheng.
A sudden warmth surrounded Ming Xian, and those people abruptly disappeared.
He didn’t know how much ti passed, but gradually there was light in the darkness.
He was tightly embraced, his cheek pressing against smooth skin, and the fragrance of a young girl gradually enveloped his nose.
Ming Xian gradually beca aware of his situation.
He was being held by Chuzheng… in an open and honest manner.
“Awake.” The person holding him loosened their grip a bit: “Still uncomfortable?”
Ming Xian had no other thoughts, only feeling that the position they were in was sowhat… well, you know.
Although they had almost always slept on the sa bed before, that was with clothes.
“What are you spacing out for?” Chuzheng touched his earlobe, then lifted his chin: “Could it be the dicine has an issue…”
Before Chuzheng could finish, Ming Xian released his chin: “No, nothing, you… why are we like this?”
“Oh. You were too cold, needed so warmth.” Chuzheng’s tone was very calm, without particular ups or downs.
Ming Xian’s eartips turned completely red in an instant.
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After surviving the three days as said by the Witch Doctor and taking another pill, Ming Xian indeed recovered very quickly, even his inner strength was gradually restoring.
Chuzheng wasn’t overly attentive in care, occasionally quite rough, especially when Ming Xian was picky and refused to eat, at which point Villain A and others would stay as far away as possible.
Yet saying Chuzheng wasn’t considerate wouldn’t be right either, as she always prepared what Ming Xian needed in advance, ready at hand, yet when you looked at her, it seed nothing unusual had occurred.
Once Ming Xian improved, the large group began to prepare to leave the place.
As they were leaving, Chuzheng overheard so sect mbers discussing, vaguely catching the na Liang Xuan. Sneakily, she listened for a while, piecing together bits of Liang Xuan’s fate.
He didn’t have Chuzheng’s abilities, couldn’t get the antidote, and was tornted by Jun Bugu into a walking corpse.
He died on the street a couple days ago, without even anyone to collect his body.
“Where are we going?” Ming Xian jumped into the carriage, his body recovered, giving off a more sharp vibe: “Return to the Central Plains?”
“Taking you around.” Chuzheng said: “Do you want to go back? Or where do you want to go?”
Ming Xian took Chuzheng’s hand, placing it on his chest: “Wherever you are, that’s where I want to be.”
Chuzheng tapped at the spot of his heart with her finger, remained silent.
Ming Xian smiled silently.
Chuzheng returned with a gentle gaze.
–
Later, Chuzheng expanded the Brahman Immortal Sect territories far and wide, yet they didn’t cause trouble, nor occupy resources, sotis even proactively sending them benefits.
This made anyone looking for trouble feel embarrassed.
If after all this generosity they still caused trouble, wouldn’t that make them petty villainous!?
Of course, those who stirred up trouble—
t with extrely miserable ends, serving as perfect negative examples.
For a long ti after, Chuzheng and Ming Xian road outside, staying here for a bit, there for a while.
Frightening those in the martial world into sleepless nights.
In Jianghu, they didn’t know how to categorize Brahman Immortal Sect, an evil cult?
If you say evil cult, but peasants don’t curse you out, that’s surely because you are handso, peasants with a bit of a temper might even get physical.
Now, in the eyes of the people, Brahman Immortal Sect is seen as ‘great benefactors’, which angered so people greatly.
Luckily, after anxiously watching for a while, they realized Brahman Immortal Sect genuinely didn’t intend to do anything, and Chuzheng and Ming Xian had no other motives, gradually, they just let them be.
Later soone asked Chuzheng why set up so many sub-sects.
Holding a casual tone, Chuzheng replied: “Money.”
As the other was cursing her, that girl slowly added: “Our Sect Hierarch is very precious, making it convenient for his travels.”
“…”
Ming Xian’s position in the Brahman Immortal Sect is—mascot.
Don’t look for him for anything, or even if you do have sothing.
The Sect Hierarch belongs solely to Miss Chuzheng.
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