Capítulo 1097: Chapter 1097: Wandering the Martial World with a Sword (Part 1)
There was wind by her ears, quite piercing; she was falling.
This thought had just flashed through Chuzheng’s mind, and her body had already hit the ground.
Chuzheng seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking and the sound of something penetrating flesh.
Then she fell into darkness.
Alright.
Dead from the fall!
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The original owner was called Chuzheng, an ordinary sect member of the Brahman Immortal Sect.
The Brahman Immortal Sect was just an ordinary faction in the martial arts world, not a righteous sect, but definitely not a crooked one either.
One day, a man covered in blood suddenly rushed in, and that man imprisoned the Sect Hierarch and several Elders, demanding that from then on the sect members obey him, or he would kill them.
No one dared disobey.
Since then, the Brahman Immortal Sect began to murder and commit arson, becoming an evil cult in the martial world, attracting many villains to join.
The new Sect Hierarch had a terrible temper, and people in the sect were unwilling to serve him.
Thus, the original owner, who was not very capable and could not fight for herself, was sent to serve the Sect Hierarch.
She was punished on the first day, but luckily didn’t lose her life.
Afterwards, she stumbled along, was punished quite a bit, but still didn’t lose her life.
Meanwhile, in the martial arts world, he was causing a storm of bloodshed.
The change came when someone sneaked into the sect, approached the original owner with sweet words and vows, pledging he would take her away and not let her stay here.
He even promised to marry her and live with her, and so on.
He coaxed the original owner, a little girl who hadn’t seen through the world, into circles.
Who knew that person was actually trying to get close to the Sect Hierarch?
He used the original owner’s affection for him to drug the Sect Hierarch.
He united prepared forces and attacked the Brahman Immortal Sect in one fell swoop.
The Sect Hierarch was forced to the edge of a cliff, and at this moment, the original owner realized what that person had done, and when the Sect Hierarch jumped off the cliff, she resolutely followed and jumped as well.
Then…
Then she was dead.
And at this moment, she had already jumped off the cliff.
Chuzheng thought she could still breathe now, it must be the bastard’s doing.
Her whole body hurt everywhere!
She propped herself up on the ground to sit, and beneath her hand wasn’t the cold ground, but something hard yet somewhat soft.
She lowered her eyes and first saw a man’s blood-stained chest.
The snow-white garments with large patches of blood, like the most splendid sunset in the sky.
She had been lying on this person just now.
This should be the Sect Hierarch, right?
Chuzheng hurriedly climbed up and looked at the man’s face, first seeing the scar on his forehead.
Extending from the forehead down to below the eye corner.
In the original owner’s memory, it was either covered by hair or half hidden by a mask.
During a fight, the mask might fall, and now it was completely exposed, appearing somewhat ferocious.
Ignoring the scar, this man was extremely good-looking.
Chuzheng propped against the side to stand up and scanned her surroundings.
No idea how long they had fallen.
The group up there might come down to whip the corpse.
“…” A bit scared.
Better she run away first.
[Miss Sister, please take him with you.]
“Why?”
I damn well have a hard time running myself, and you want me to bring an oil bottle?
Am I crazy!
Not bringing!
[Hidden Task: Please obtain a Good Person Card from Ming Xian, save the darkened Good Person Card.] King’s Account answered Chuzheng’s question this way.
Chuzheng: “…”
You bastard son of a dog!
[…] Well, Miss Sister changed curses.
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Crackling—
The bonfire burned, sparks bursting continuously, making faint sounds in the night color.
Chuzheng returned, hugging a pile of dry branches, just stepping into the cave when a sword blocked the way before her, its cold light piercing and intimidating.
The man, stained with blood all over, stood holding the sword, tall and long.
He faced away from the fire, his face completely hidden in shadows.
“You still have the strength to kill?” Chuzheng looked calmly along the sword, not showing a trace of panic, even threatening: “Kill me, and you won’t be able to leave here alive either.”
Come!
Have the guts to stab me!
See if I don’t kill you!
“…”
Crackling—
Wind blew in from outside the cave, tilting the flames sideways, even the cast shadows appeared claw-like.
The man sheathed his sword, supporting himself to sit down, lowering his head, his hair falling over, concealing his expression.
Chuzheng threw down the dry branches without expression.
“You betrayed me.”
The man’s voice rang in the flickering flames.
A bit hoarse, pronunciations unclear, as if pressed with pain, carrying a few shades of coldness hard to describe.
“…”
I’m not! I didn’t! Don’t speak nonsense!
Chuzheng panicked.
She calmed down, as if nothing happened, adding dry branches to the fire, causing the flames to leap up.
“Youth ignorance, won’t do it again.”
What can I do with the mess the original owner left? I’m also in despair!
Why should I take the blame!
The unfortunate weak and helpless little pitiful.
Ming Xian gave no comment on this statement, hugging his sword, a bit listless, “I’m hungry.”
Chuzheng agreed with a nod, “I’m also hungry.”
“…”
“…”
The two looked at each other silently for a moment.
Chuzheng resigned herself to getting up, went out to find some food and returned, only for him not to eat.
“…”
Where’s the Good Person Card!
Can’t be violent.
Can’t be violent.
In the original owner’s memory, Ming Xian was very picky about food, didn’t touch meat, only ate vegetarian.
The Great Demon Head, who killed countless people in the martial world, lived a life like a monk, how strange.
That’s not the point.
The point is, this Sect Hierarch might eat something this time, but not next time.
Because of this, the Brahman Immortal Sect’s cooks were always on edge every day.
“Let me check your wound.”
“No need.” Ming Xian held his sword, shifted slightly to the side: “You go… what are you doing!”
The man’s voice suddenly turned sharp.
Chuzheng felt the killing intent from him, surging and suffocating.
However, Chuzheng easily pinned him to the stone wall, “Sect Hierarch, cooperate with me, I don’t want to be rough.”
Ming Xian’s eyes widened slightly, Chuzheng then noticed there was a red halo in his eyes.
At that instant, Chuzheng felt as if she saw blood rain fall from the sky, engulfing the entire world.
Chuzheng pinned his wrist, calmly stating, “I’m just checking your wound; with you like this now, if I wanted to kill you, I would have already done it.”
Chuzheng sensed the tense strength in Ming Xian’s body gradually ease, finally hugging his sword silently.
Chuzheng glanced at the clothes almost dyed red, she lowered her head to undo his clothes.
Ming Xian indeed had little strength left.
The person before him had betrayed him, yet was someone he was familiar with.
Moreover, the only one who could help him right now.
With both internal and external injuries, he could only watch as Chuzheng undid his clothes, revealing a chest covered in blood.
The wound was near the right shoulder, pierced straight through.
Chuzheng fetched water from outside, cleaned him up.
Ming Xian had some medicines with him, though none were labeled, leaving Chuzheng pensive.
A hand dropped down, directly picking a bottle, handing it to her.
Chuzheng took the medicine, pressed his shoulder, and sprinkled it directly on the area.
Ming Xian groaned.
Chuzheng looked up at him, he gritted his teeth, eyes slightly shut, slender lashes lightly trembling, casting a shadow on his face.
Cold sweat seeped from his forehead, flowing down along the scar on his forehead.
Chuzheng lowered her eyes, without much compassion, quickly finished applying the medicine.