Chapter 1124: 1124: Roaming the World with a Sword (28)
Chapter 1124: Chapter 1124: Roaming the World with a Sword (28)
Chuzheng searched Seven Star Island thoroughly, leaving everything sunk to the bottom of the sea.
Including food and tools for leaving the island, but not limited to these.
Chuzheng left Liang Xuan and Zhao Fu on the island; Liang Xuan fell victim to Jun Bugu, and how long he could survive depended on his own fate.
Bastard, I didn’t do anything, this shouldn’t be against the rules, right?
[…]
King’s Account didn’t want to talk, just wanted to stay silent.
Having solved one problem, Chuzheng felt pretty good, leaning on the ship and watching the island drift further away. In the distance, there were two people leaping around.
Can’t get rid of them, but can lock them up!
Trying hard to be a good person today!
Chuzheng glanced at Ming Xian standing on the other side, turned and walked over without saying a word, quietly standing beside him.
The island gradually disappeared from view.
As far as the eye could see, only the vast sea remained, boundlessly blue.
Ming Xian suddenly spoke: “The one who died for me was a junior apprentice who had just entered the valley; he had only been there for two days and was about my age.”
Perhaps because he had just entered the valley, those people didn’t know there was someone new.
It was pitch-dark at the time, and they mistook the junior apprentice for him.
His sister hid him away, avoiding a disaster.
But he saw it, saw what those people did.
At first, the group wore face-covering masks, but because of his sister, two of them removed the masks, and he saw them clearly.
After he began his revenge, the first ones he found were those two.
From their mouths, he learned who had participated back then.
Some had changed names, living carefree with their share of the treasure, and some were even beloved by the people.
To investigate this, Ming Xian felt he needed an organization.
However, he didn’t expect those people to give up many accomplices, yet not mention Qiu Yuehe.
Chuzheng held Ming Xian’s hand, he glanced down but didn’t resist.
Chuzheng confidently held on: “That sword technique…”
“What Qiu Yuehe got was a copied lower volume; the real sword manual and mental technique, I found and took away later.”
Chuzheng wasn’t interested in this; she wanted to know: “Is it really that formidable?” Worth the risk for a Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch?
“…”
He gazed at the horizon where the sea met the sky.
“Whether it’s really formidable or if there’s truly a treasure, as long as people believe there is, there will be those willing to take risks.”
Chuzheng understood this well, said nothing more, and patted Ming Xian’s shoulder.
The two stood silently, looking into the distance.
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Han Qiqi might have been struck by Qiu Yuehe, always shutting herself in her room, only appearing when the ship docked, her face full of fatigue and weariness.
She greeted Chuzheng and left directly.
During Chuzheng’s time at sea, the Brahman Immortal Sect developed rapidly, showing signs of becoming the greatest cult in the martial world.
Chuzheng brought Ming Xian back to Liuzhou City’s Brahman Immortal Sect.
Ming Xian looked at the flags lining the street, his expression somewhat strange.
Moreover, the people around seemed to have accepted this, not avoiding that this was the Brahman Immortal Sect.
The open shops had good business, with quite a few people going in and out.
The Brahman Immortal Sect’s goods were cheaper than the market rate, practically selling at a loss, making the people happy. Even if the martial world spread that the Brahman Immortal Sect was a cult, they were willing to buy there to save money.
Ming Xian stepped into the ‘Drunken Red Pavilion,’ and someone immediately approached.
“Sect Hierarch.”
“Sect Hierarch, you’re back.”
“Sect Hierarch…”
Ming Xian was somewhat dazed; previously, when returning to the Brahman Immortal Sect, everyone feared him and stayed far away.
Even sitting on the Sect Hierarch’s throne in the Brahman Immortal Sect felt cold and isolated.
But now, it was like stepping into the mortal realm.
And this mortal realm was given by her.
“First, go clean up, then eat.” Chuzheng led Ming Xian upstairs, ordering people to prepare while talking to him.
“Are you planning to overthrow my position?” Ming Xian suddenly asked.
“No.” Chuzheng felt inexplicably puzzled, what’s this Good Person Card thinking about now?
The position of a Good Person Card can be easily overthrown?
I still want to be a good person!
Ming Xian lowered his head and slowly said, “You as Sect Hierarch is quite good.”
Chuzheng pressed him into a chair, hugging him from behind: “My sect hierarch can only be you.”
Ming Xian was slightly stunned, moments later annoyed.
“Who… is yours!”
“You.” Chuzheng leaned close to his ear, deliberately enunciating: “You are mine.”
“You…”
“Sect Hierarch, Miss Chuzheng.” Villain A poked his head in from outside, glanced at Chuzheng and Ming Xian’s posture, quickly pulled back his head, and shouted, “I didn’t see anything.”
Ming Xian: “…”
Chuzheng: “…”
Ming Xian broke free from Chuzheng, looking at her with a bit of serious gaze: “You shouldn’t speak so carelessly, as a young lady, how can you be so frivolous.”
Frivolous?
Frivolous?
What was frivolous?
You’re obviously mine!
I didn’t say anything wrong!
Chuzheng found Ming Xian began to avoid her, not meeting unless necessary, and even when meeting, keeping a certain distance.
What did I do wrong?
Chuzheng became so annoyed that she didn’t want to pay attention to the Good Person Card.
However, the Good Person Card’s picky eating habit remained unchanged, enough to challenge the chef.
Chuzheng personally carried the new dish prepared by the head chef upstairs.
The room door was open, Ming Xian sat inside cleaning his sword, his head lowered, the light just right, lending a gentle aura to the man.
Chuzheng went in, Ming Xian raised his eyes, met Chuzheng’s gaze, was startled for a few seconds, then hastily looked away to other parts of the room.
Chuzheng set the tray down, her tone lacking warmth: “Eat.”
“I’m not hungry.” Ming Xian’s voice was muffled: “Just leave it, I’ll eat it later.”
Eat if you want or not.
Chuzheng didn’t persuade him, directly pulling a chair and sitting across from him.
Ming Xian immediately got up, carrying his sword to the window.
Chuzheng: “…”
Chuzheng followed him, and when Ming Xian tried to dodge her again, she pushed him against the wall, cornering him with a hand against the wall, looking into his eyes.
“Why are you avoiding me?”
Their proximity allowed Ming Xian to sense the subtle fragrance on Chuzheng.
Ming Xian forced himself not to think too much.
“I’m not avoiding you.”
“Touch your sword and say that.”
“…”
Ming Xian took a shallow breath and slowly exhaled: “Chuzheng, I won’t be together with you, I’ve told you this before.”
He turned his head, his dense eyelashes lowered, blocking the light in his eyes.
“Oh.” I don’t care.
Anyway, whether you want to or not, the end result won’t change.
Mine… My Good Person Card definitely has to be by my side.
Ming Xian’s expression froze for a moment. Chuzheng’s response was so indifferent that it made him feel he was being self-indulgent and overthinking.
Ming Xian clutched his sword tightly, as if he could draw a bit of security from it.
“You don’t even like me, so can you please stop bothering me? This Brahman Immortal Sect will be yours; I’ll handle my own matters…”
Chuzheng stared at him for a few seconds.
She released her hand supporting the wall and stepped back: “Got it.”
Chuzheng left the room without looking back; Ming Xian was stunned until the door closed, and then slowly raised his hand to cover his face.