Chapter 648 - 648 20 Illness
648: Chapter 20 Illness 648: Chapter 20 Illness At this point.
Zhou Zhiren’s expression turned gentle, and he asked slowly, “Guard Sang, how is your master’s illness now?
Does he need a Spirit Pill?
Xiao Chong Mountain has been refining medicine for many years.
If it’s convenient, I’ll accompany you to the Imperial City and personally forge a pill for him.”
“Thank you for your kindness, Mountain Master Zhou.
I will convey your regards to the gentleman.”
Sang Zheng respectfully said: “Now, the gentleman only wishes to see Young Master Xie…
He has previously instructed, there’s no need to trouble other masters in the Sword Palace.”
Hearing this.
The atmosphere at the mountain gate turned peculiar.
Xie Xuanyi looked at Zhou Zhiren with an expression of “What should we do now”.
Zhou Zhiren also felt helpless.
What an awkward situation!
Just moments ago, he had announced to everyone at True Hidden Peak that Xie Zhen was not to leave Da Sui Sword Palace.
But then, the Black Scale Guards from the Book Tower arrived at the mountain gate.
Moreover…
Sang Zheng had given a reason he couldn’t refuse.
The young State Preceptor was gravely ill and wanted to see Xie Zhen one last time.
How could he possibly refuse?
“In that case…”
Zhou Zhiren hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly took out a Dan Box from his sleeve, “Little Xie, go with Guard Sang to the Book Tower and check on Mr.
Chen for me…
and take this ‘Soul Stabilizing Pill’.”
“This is a precious treasure.”
Xie Xuanyi looked at the Dan Box and smiled faintly: “A Nine-grade Spirit Pill, it can calm the Heart Lake and clear distracting thoughts.”
“It’s not much of a treasure.”
Zhou Zhiren shook his head, “If it’s useful, send me a message and I’ll refine more.”
“Time is running short, the teleportation array patterns will soon activate.”
Sang Zheng reminded in a low voice: “Young Master Xie…
shall we depart now?”
…
…
Stepping into the Starfire Gate, the teleportation array patterns twisted for a moment.
A familiar faint sandalwood fragrance filled his nose.
With a step out, the void shattered like a mirror, and Xie Xuanyi had arrived in the Imperial City.
The teleportation portal opened just a short distance from the Book Tower.
Xie Xuanyi immediately saw Jiang Qihu sitting with a long sword in front of the Book Tower.
“Mr.
Jiang.”
Xie Xuanyi approached and greeted him: “Why are you here guarding the night?”
“The gentleman is bedridden, my mind is disturbed.
The only thing I can do is keep vigil here.”
Jiang Qihu’s face was somewhat pale, revealing how much he had been worried over these days.
He glanced toward the portal.
Sang Zheng, after delivering the person, didn’t linger and disappeared into the shadows.
Outside the Book Tower, only Jiang Qihu and Xie Xuanyi were left.
“Brother Xie.”
Jiang Qihu slowly stood up, lowered his voice, and asked: “Do you know who I saw a few days ago?”
“Who?”
Xie Xuanyi raised an eyebrow.
“Tang Fengshu!”
Though no one was around, Jiang Qihu still chose to use Divine Thought to convey this message.
“???”
Xie Xuanyi was surprised.
Tang Fengshu?
If the information here was accurate, Tang Fengshu should have been suppressed at the back of the mountain of the Taoist sect.
Would the Great True Master Chong Kan truly release her?
“Doesn’t it sound absurd?”
Jiang Qihu’s expression was complex as he truthfully recounted the incident.
He sighed deeply and spoke with a troubled tone: “I originally thought it was a good thing…
After witnessing the meeting between Master Tang and the gentleman, I even arranged to drink with Bai Huang.
But unexpectedly, the next day, the gentleman fell gravely ill, lying in bed, unlike any ailment I had seen before, silent, not eating nor sleeping.”
The worried tiger grumbled: “What do you think Master Tang said to the gentleman to make him so sad and depressed?”
Upon hearing this, Xie Xuanyi also fell into silence.
After a long time.
He patted the worried tiger’s shoulder and softly said: “Don’t think too much about it, get some rest, I’m here now.”
“…Mm.”
Jiang Qihu took a deep breath.
Although he hadn’t known Xie Zhen for long, for some reason, he trusted this young man.
These days, while the gentleman was bedridden.
Other than himself, the gentleman refused to see anyone else.
The only one he wished to see was Xie Zhen.
Thinking…
The gentleman’s illness, perhaps Xie Zhen has a way to cure it?
…
…
Jiang Qihu was reluctant to leave, still holding his long sword, guarding the night outside the Book Tower.
Xie Xuanyi pushed open the wooden door and stepped into this once sacred place, wrapped in Golden Lines reflecting the sky.
The Golden Lines of the Roundness Instrument still coiled around, but it lacked some luster, rendering the whole Book Tower gloomy and oppressive…
The flickering candlelight made this place, where it was always spring, seem somewhat cold, and the flame in the red furnace flickered weakly.
It appeared that the master of the Book Tower was indeed ill, and quite seriously at that.
Xie Xuanyi stood before a screen woven with Golden Lines.
He looked through the screen.
On the other side of the screen, a thin figure was half-leaning, seemingly reading a book.
The sound of pages turning echoed in the vast Book Tower.
“Thank you.”
Xie Xuanyi sat cross-legged in front of the screen, glancing at the jade tray.
There was a plate of fruits on it.
Xie Xuanyi, without hesitation, picked up a plump red date and took a big bite, speaking indistinctly: “How did you know there would be such a scene at Da Sui Sword Palace tonight?”
If it wasn’t for Chen Jingxuan sending someone.
Then he probably would have been detained at the Sword Palace.
Though the final outcome would still be his departure, it would have caused a lot of trouble.
“What are you talking about?”
Chen Jingxuan’s voice sounded confused: “What scene at Da Sui Sword Palace tonight?”
“Enough with that.”
Xie Xuanyi couldn’t help but laugh: “Things like this, others may not know…
but how could you not?
My senior brother was planning to detain me at the Sword Palace tonight, how could you be unaware?”
“It’s just a coincidence.”
Chen Jingxuan said in a low voice: “I genuinely just wanted to see you.”
“Don’t fool me.”
Xie Xuanyi said calmly: “You might be able to deceive that simple tiger, but not me.”
“…”
A silence fell behind the screen.
Xie Xuanyi finished the red date, clapped his hands, and said nonchalantly: “I do believe in coincidences in this world, but I don’t believe such ‘coincidences’ would happen to the Sky Watcher.”
“Oh?”
Behind the screen, only a faint murmur emerged.
That thin figure.
Slowly raised his head.
Through the screen, he looked at Xie Xuanyi, as if waiting for something more.
“Do you want to hear why I say that?”
Xie Xuanyi laughed softly: “Actually, there’s no special reason.
Unlike you, I don’t need much evidence to act.
I trust my Heart Lake’s first intuition more.”
“Sometimes, the Heart Lake may not be accurate.”
A faint voice came from behind the screen: “You must have seen Qihu guarding outside just now.”
“Jiang Qihu has told me everything.”
Xie Xuanyi smiled: “Tang Fengshu appeared a few days ago, she came to see you.”
Before Chen Jingxuan could speak.
Xie Xuanyi rubbed his chin and slowly said: “Logically speaking, the story between the young State Preceptor and the Pavilion Master of the Taoist sect has come to an end…
It’s only natural for someone to be despondent, to fall gravely ill, and be bedridden.
That’s what most people would think, but I beg to differ.”
“…”
Silence returned behind the screen.
“Based on what I know about you.”
Xie Xuanyi said calmly, “Your ‘illness’ over these few days is merely an excuse.
You are not sick at all.”
Xie Xuanyi stepped forward, placing his palm gently on the screen.
Jiang Qihu, when seeing the gentleman usually, dared not approach too closely, fearing he would disturb his rest.
Let alone cross the screen.
At this moment, the Golden Lines woven into the screen were torn apart inch by inch by Sword Qi.
“Rip.”
Xie Xuanyi tore open the screen and stepped forward again.
He saw Chen Jingxuan behind the screen.
The young State Preceptor’s face was as pale as ever, but he was indeed not ill.
He lay obliquely on the bed woven with Golden Lines, Heavenly Destiny Gold Line holding a copy of a romance story known throughout the Imperial City, slowly turning the pages.
In his hand, he held a half-eaten apple.
“…Alright.”
Chen Jingxuan raised his head, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness: “Xie Xuanyi, I can’t fool you after all.
Did you really figure out the truth just from your feelings, or did something seem off?”
“Mostly based on feelings.”
Xie Xuanyi smiled: “But you did make a mistake, you shouldn’t have taken an apple from the fruit platter before seeing me.”